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whumpcereal · 1 year ago

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tales from the kennel

hello! a new mini-series is a brewing, starting with this horrific two-parter focusing on justin and tony, whom we met here. part of the kennel universe (master list here), but set before will and tommy are kidnapped.

content warnings for: extreme dehumanization, referenced noncon, future noncon, future dubcon, forced nudity, references to human trafficking, all the gaslighting, branding, restraints, pet whump, captivity whump, filmed whump, creepy whumper, adult language

orpheus, part one

Tony has tried so hard not to think. Thinking, he knows, is no longer required of him. Not here. Probably not ever again.

He’s been sold. Fuck, the word makes his naked skin crawl. It still doesn’t make sense, no matter how long he’s been here. People are not bought and sold. Of course, Doc doesn’t call it that. Doc calls a kidnapping a “rescue;” trafficking is just “finding someone a good home.”

But when Tony lets himself think, he knows it isn’t true. He wasn’t rescued, and he doesn’t need to find a good home. He has a good home–or at least, he used to.

It hurts to think of the little yellow house he and Justin bought together. They barely got to live in it before–well, before all of this. But when Tony curls on the floor of the doghouse at night, when he closes his eyes, he can see the wallpaper they chose for the front hallway–birds of paradise on an orange field. He can see the rack of copper pots hanging over the kitchen island; they were too expensive, but Justin insisted that anyone who cooked like Tony deserved the very best.

It hurts the most when he remembers their bedroom. The overstuffed duvet, the matching bedside tables, the soft light of their twin lamps. Their bodies moving together in the dark. Safety. Comfort.

Tony has neither here. And no matter what Doc tells him about the “wonderful home” he’ll soon be packed off to, Tony knows there won’t be safety or comfort there either. He won’t have a home. There is no home without Justin. There is no Tony without Justin.

Tony knows he will disappear entirely once Doc sends him away. He’s already started to. It isn’t Tony who endures Doc’s training for the camera; it’s Fido. It’s Fido whose red collar is cinched a notch too tight. It’s Fido who sucks, who begs, who bends to be breached like a trained whore. It’s Fido who will be restrained in the waiting crate and shipped thousands of miles away.

It’s Fido who wears the still-healing brand of his new owner between his shoulder blades.

But it is Tony who feels the pain. Even if he knows better than to think, he can’t help but feel.

Tony feels the rough heel of Doc’s hand against the puckered skin of his new scar, and he groans before he can stop himself. It’s only been a few days since Doc came into the doghouse with the branding iron, and Tony’s skin still feels like it’s on fire. Tony doesn’t even know what the damn brand looks like, but he bets he could guess the shape by the pattern of the blood throbbing beneath his skin.

Doc only chuckles. “Oh, now, boy. I know it’s a little uncomfortable now, but think of what your new gift means! Someone loves you enough to claim you for his own. You’re so close to going home!”

“No!” Tony cries hoarsely, but his words dissolve into animal keening when Doc hooks his nails into the brand.

“Yes, you are,” Doc insists. His voice is still gentle, even as he digs further into Tony’s wound. “Don’t undo it by being a bad boy now.”

“Please!” Tony begs. The burning is almost as keen as when the iron first landed on his skin. Doc slaps Tony between the shoulders, and Tony’s knees come out from under him; his belly lands hard against the cold floor.

“You don’t want to ruin your gift, is that right?” Doc chides, letting his hand slip up the back of Tony’s neck and into his dark hair. He scratches idly at Tony’s scalp.

The humiliation is a brand all its own.

“You know, it’s an honor to be adopted by someone so important. You’re going to have so much fun, and I know you’re going to be so good for him. He’s tuning in all this week so that he can get excited for your arrival next weekend. Imagine someone so important giving up so much of his time for a little rescue like you. Aren’t you a special boy, Fido?”

Tony shakes his head. He doesn’t want to think about what’s coming. Doc’s already showed him the crate he’ll travel in, the special hood he’ll wear to dampen his senses, the fur-lined cuffs built into the box to keep him still. He’s been promised drugs that will keep him calm for the trip. Tony doesn’t know exactly where he’s being sent, but he knows it’s far. Far from here. Far from the little yellow house.

Far from Justin.

“I want to go home,” Tony says before he can stop himself. “Please, I–”

Doc’s hand freezes in Tony’s hair. “But you are going home!”

Tony shakes his head. “No. You don’t–I–please, Doc, Please. I’ll be good. I promise. Just–”

“Don’t make the people think you’re ungrateful, Fido. Not all of my rescues get the opportunities you have.”

Tony wants to scream. Yes, he’s had so many ‘opportunities’ since he’s been here. The opportunity to be restrained and groped and filmed and drugged and starved and beaten. To be coupled like a brood mare with any one of a dozen faceless people in red collars. To know exactly how weak he is, to know for certain that it took almost no time to break him entirely.

But he doesn’t scream. Because he knows better.

“I’m grateful,” Tony forces himself to say. “I-I–” he swallows around the lump in his throat, “I just don’t want to leave you.”

He pitches his eyes to the floor, but it doesn’t matter: Doc knows he’s lying. The man bursts into laughter.

“Oh, my sweet little pup. What a performance!”

“I’m not–”

Doc’s hand presses against the brand, and Tony is silenced by the searing pain.

“I know you have mixed feelings about leaving, and I know it isn’t because of me.”

Tony stares up at Doc through the blur of his tears. The pain in his back is white hot; the knot in his chest is worse. He never mentions Justin to Doc. He learned early on that there was no point; Doc won’t give him any answers. But now that he’s being sent away–

“The little mutt will be just fine without you,” Doc says. “You haven’t seen him in months anyway, have you? You should be used to it by now.”

But Tony will never be used to it. They didn’t get enough time. They’d only been married for a week when Doc found them. When Doc took Tony’s wedding ring, it hadn’t even had the chance to wear a groove in his skin. It was like he’d never worn a ring at all.

“Please.” Tony shifts his weight back onto his stomach. He lays his arms prostrate on the floor. “I have to see him.”

Doc shakes his head. “I don’t know, boy. Don’t you think it will be harder? He isn’t coming home with you. He might be jealous. I don’t want you to feel badly about your good luck–and I don’t want it to be more difficult for him. I haven’t found a place for him. Not yet.”

Tony closes his eyes. He hopes Doc never finds a place for Justin, that there’s still a chance that Justin will make it back to the little yellow house, even if it’s without him.

“I want to–to-to say goodbye. Even if it’s hard.”

He doesn’t say that he wants to say goodbye because he’s almost certain it will be the last time he sees his husband. At the very least, it will probably be the last time Justin sees him alive. Tony is under no illusion that he will escape the situation waiting for him overseas. He knows he will be used until he is a dry husk, and then he will be crumpled up and thrown away. He can only hope that someday, Justin might have closure. That Justin will sit at the kitchen island with another man who will make him enchiladas and kiss that spot on the back of his neck and banish the nightmares that will surely haunt Justin for the rest of his life.

Tony doesn’t have a choice. His nightmare is going to swallow him whole. But with the time he has left–he needs Justin to know that it will be alright, even if Tony won’t be there to see him through.

Doc chuckles softly and tucks his fingers under Tony’s chin, forcing Tony to meet his eye. “You are an affectionate little thing, aren’t you?”

“Please. Before–” Tony chokes on the lump on his throat, but he holds Doc’s gaze, “--before I go home.”

Doc’s eyebrows raise. His mouth curves into a grotesque smile. “Well, look who’s decided to be a good boy.”

“I won’t fight,” Tony whispers. “I promise.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

As though to prove it, he manages not to flinch when Doc shifts his grip and presses into the soft meat of his cheeks. Doc dips his thumb into Tony’s mouth and presses his tongue flat. Tony stays still. He wants Doc to believe him. It’s the only way that he will get to Justin.

Doc sighs, slipping the calloused pad of his thumb back and forth over Tony’s tongue. “You understand that you’ll have to follow my rules? That you have to be obedient if you expect a treat?”

Tony does his best to nod, even as Doc’s touch teases the opening of his throat.

“And you’ll be a good boy on your trip home?”

Another half nod. Doc pulls his thumb backward, but he keeps Tony’s tongue pinned down.

“Then I’ll let you see him,” Doc says thoughtfully. “But you won’t say goodbye.”

Tony’s brow wrinkles, and Doc laughs.

“You won’t say anything, actually. You won’t speak at all.”

Tony’s mouth twitches in an attempt to protest, and Doc seizes his tongue and yanks. The thin skin that connects his tongue to the base of his mouth flares with pain. Tony whines involuntarily, but Doc doesn’t let go.

“He doesn’t know what it is you’ve been up to all this time. He doesn’t know that you’re being adopted. I didn’t think it was good for him to know, since the two of you were never going to find a home together. Makes it easier to wean him, doesn’t it?”

Tony squeezes his eyes shut again. He and Justin found a home together. They just never expected it to be ripped away from them like this.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, boy,” Doc snaps.

Tony complies. What else can he do? He promised he wouldn’t fight, didn’t he?

“You’re not going to make any of this worse by spilling the beans. You may agree to stop fighting, but if he finds out you’re headed home, he won’t. He’s already a naughty little thing, and I don’t particularly want to deal with any more guff from him.”

For the sparest of seconds, Tony’s heart soars. Justin hasn’t given up. He’s still fighting. He can make it. He will.

But Doc’s voice brings him back to earth.

“See, he isn’t as valuable to me as you are, Fido. It’s going to be hard to find him a place. And I can’t have you making it any harder than it needs to be. I’ve got limited resources, you know? So, here’s the deal: I’ll let you see him if you promise not to say a word.”

Tony nods again, even as his tears finally break free. He doesn’t want Justin to see him bitted or muzzled. He wants to kiss his husband, to tell him that he loves him one last time. He wants to say goodbye. But if this is all Tony’s got, he will take it. He’s learned to take what he can get.

Doc finally lets Tony’s tongue go, wiping his thumb on Tony’s cheek. “But it’s a little performance test for you, boy. I’m not going to make this easy for you. I want you to show me that you mean what you say.”

“I–” Tony rasps. He pushes himself up on his hands and clears his throat. “I don’t understand.”

“You are not leaving the doghouse until it’s time to pack you up. That means I’ll be bringing the mutt to see you. And I expect you to do what you’ve been trained to do.”

Tony’s gut freezes. His eyes drift up to the camera closest to them.

He can’t. He wants Justin more than anything, but he can’t subject Justin to this. Not when he won’t even be able to explain. There will be too many things he can’t explain. The cameras. The brand on his back. How sorry he is. And how much he loves Justin.

It’s too much to ask.

“But–”

“I will bring him here, and you will show him what you’ve learned. If you want to see him before you go home, those are the expectations. Take it or leave it.”

“He doesn’t know–” Tony tries, but Doc’s palm comes down hard between his shoulder blades.

“And he won’t know.” Doc leans close, pressing harder against Tony’s ruined skin. “If you say a word, I’ll kill him.”

“No!” Tony cries. Justin has to get out. He cannot die here.

“I told you, he isn’t that valuable to me. The only reason I haven’t put him down yet is because my Annie’s taken a bit of a shine to him. She’s never had a pet of her own, and I like to see her happy.”

Tony feels bile rising in his throat. Justin is no one’s pet. Maybe that’s all that Tony will ever be now, maybe that’s a foregone conclusion, but he has to believe that Justin still has a chance.

“You can’t–”

“I won’t, so long as you show us all what a good boy you are. I’m not even going to muzzle you; you’ll get a chance to really show off your training. I’m sure your new owner will be watching, and you’ll want to make sure he’ll be excited to see you.”

Tony collapses over his knees. He’s going to be sick. He can’t do this. He can’t make Justin do this. He doesn’t know what Doc’s done with Justin, but Tony knows he isn’t a red collar. Tony would know if he were. Tony’s body knows every red collar, even the ones he hasn’t seen; he’s tasted them and felt them move inside. None of them were Justin. Tony would never mistake Justin’s touch.

He can’t make Justin a part of this–but he knows that he has to. Doc has him trapped, sure as if he were already packed in the crate. He should never have tried to bargain. He doesn’t have the head for it anymore. After all, he isn’t meant to think.

“You can’t go back on it now, boy,” Doc murmurs. His hand slips below the brand, scratching a gentle line up and down the knots of Tony’s spine. “And you get to say goodbye. Just like you wanted. Only not in so many words.”

Tony doesn’t move. He falls into the gentle touch, just the way he’s been trained, and he stays still. There’s nothing he can do anyway. He knows if he fights now, Justin is as good as dead.

“It’s romantic, in a way,” Doc says wistfully. Tony can hear the smile in his voice. “Do you know the story of Orpheus, Fido? My Annie has a big book of Greek myths that I used to read to her before bed, and that one was always her favorite. Made her cry, but I think she liked the tragedy of it all.”

Tony knows the story, but he can’t remember. Not right now. The only thing he can recall is Justin’s face. He shouldn’t have asked to see him. He should have let himself be packed away and lived with the memories they’ve already made. He curls in on himself. Doc keeps stroking his back.

“Orpheus had a chance to rescue his love from the underworld. All he had to do was to lead her out without turning around to look at her. He just had to trust that she was there, and they’d both be free. But he turned around just as they were crossing the threshold, and she was pulled back into the underworld forever. Because of his weakness.” Doc leans close to Tony’s ear. “This is your Orpheus moment, boy. Don’t be weak.”

Tony can’t stand it. “You’re not giving me the chance to save him from anything,” he says, his voice toneless and hollow.

Doc’s fingers crook against Tony’s cheek. “No, because I’ve already rescued you both.”

Tony should laugh, but he only squeezes his eyes shut again. He’s dreamed about rescue, but he knows now that it will never come. Not for him. There is no escaping the snare he’s just set for himself.

“But,” Doc says thoughtfully, “I am giving you the chance to protect him.”

“From you.”

Doc’s hand withdraws. “From himself. He’s got to learn, and you’re going to teach him. You’re going to show him what a good boy looks like.”

Tony looks up at Doc, the older man’s image distorted by the pane of his tears. “Why do you hate us so much?”

“Oh, Fido. I don’t hate you. I could never hate any of my rescues. You’re all such vulnerable creatures. But just like you’re going to protect your mutt, I have to protect you. I know it’s hard, giving up what you thought your life would be. But I saved you from something so much worse.”

It’s bullshit, but Tony is sure that Doc believes it. The man abducts innocent people and strips away their humanity like bits of old wallpaper, but he believes that he’s serving the greater good. Tony only wishes he could believe too. It would make all of this so much easier if he could believe that this torture was saving him from something worse.

But he knows better. He knows that someone else would have driven by the service station eventually; he knows that if they had been smarter, if they hadn’t gotten in Doc’s truck, they would be at home in the yellow house right now. They wouldn’t have died. Someone would have come. Doc didn’t save them from anything. Doc stole them.

“It’s hard for you and the mutt, I know. But I can’t always place everyone together, so the separation was necessary. So you could get used to the idea. But I’m not a monster, Fido. And so I’m going to give you this chance to ease your parting. But if I let you off your leash, I know you’d run amok. And that’s not modeling good behavior, is it? So, there are rules. It’s as simple as that.”

“You’re insane,” Tony says. “You said you’d kill him–”

Doc swats at Tony’s nose. “Bad dog. That’s enough. The mutt won’t be put down if you do as you’re told. But if you don’t, it’s no skin off my nose. This isn’t a charity, even if it is a rescue operation. Cost-benefit analysis. You’ve earned your keep these last few months; the mutt is a drain on our resources. But this little guest spot might just be his meal ticket until I figure out what to do with him.”

Tony opens his mouth, to protest or beg, he isn’t sure which, but Doc’s hand stops his voice.

“I’ve heard enough out of you. I think your new rules apply starting now. You make a peep, I won’t even go to the trouble of bringing him in. No bark. Do you understand?”

Tony’s chest heaves with a silent sob, but he nods. He knows Doc is as good as his word.

“Hup hup,” Doc commands, and Tony pushes himself onto all fours, even as his limbs tremble beneath him. Doc pulls a leash from his belt loop and clips it to the ring on Tony’s collar. “Fido, place.”

Tony’s cheeks color with shame, but he crawls to the center of the glass box, his leash dragging behind. He knows that this is the spot with the most advantageous camera angles, that he’s expected to hit his mark so that his viewing audience gets exactly what they are paying for.

“Sit.”

Tony complies and lets his bare ass fall back over his heels. He sets his hands flat on the floor in front of him. Doc crouches down and tethers his leash to the anchor in the floor.

“Stay.”

As if there were any other option.

Doc rises and goes to the locked door. He looks back over his shoulder. “You remember your rule, Fido. I’ll be right back with the mutt.”

...to be continued

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southerntigress · 9 months ago

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"I swear to God if you don't tell me where we are going and who we are meeting I'm gonna throat punch you" I said annoyed while sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's car going to a "surprise location" to do a special shoot with a unnamed (to me at the moment) photographer. I hated surprises cause it could mean 1 of 4 things. 1. I love it 2. Hate it 3. Give me anxiety

"Calm ya tits fido you will see very soon and believe me you will love it and thank me" Joanna said

I just rolled my eyes huffed and closed my eyes to try and get a little nap in before getting there, it's 7am and we have about 1 and half hour drive.

Joanna and I have been besties ever since we were little girls she moved away to California when she was a teen and we keep in touch over the years. When I turned 18 I moved there after my parents passed away for a new scenery and she had been begging me for years to come up there. I got into modeling and decided California would be the best place to get my foot in the door. I've been pretty successful made a decent living but I quit a couple years ago I was growing stale and needed a change. So I took some of my savings and opened up a clothing line with Joanna which brings me here today and why we are driving at a ungodly hour almost 2 hours away to do a photoshoot with this yet to be named cause it's a surprise photographer. I hate mornings and I hate surprises.

"Amy wake up we are here" Joanna says while shaking me

"Five more minutes mom" I mumble

Joanna giggles "no get your ass up and out of this car or I will drag you out"

I open my eyes and raise my eyebrows at her "don't threaten me with a good time"

She just shakes herhead and laughs "come on"

We get out of the car and head inside the building I look around and roll my eyes " oh look a studio some surprise this is" I say sarcastically

"Stop being a brat and bitching this is just the icing on the cake " she says

I once again roll my eyes and say " oh boy can't wait to see the cake" I say sassy like as we approach a lady behind a desk

"Good morning I'm Tiffany you must be Joanna and Amy" she says as she reaches out to shake our hands

"That we are" Joanna says with smile

I just nod did I mention I'm not a morning person? I haven't had my coffee and I'm hungry.

Tiffany looks at me and raises her eyebrows then laughs "oh Nikki is going to have his hands full with you I see"

" right? Give him a run for his money" Joanna giggles

"Um, hello I'm right here bitches don't talk about me like I'm not here. And stop with this talking in code shit I'm not in the mood." I say with way more attitude then I attended I was getting irritated with them not telling what is going on

" now that we got that out of the way-" Tiffany starts bit I cut her off

"We ain't got nothing out of the way. I still don't know who this Nikki guy is nor do I have coffee and I'm starving so if we could cut the chit chat and tell me what the hell is going on so I can get coffee and food that would be lovely" I roll my eyes

Joanna sighed " fine but after I tell you will you promise to be nicer"

"Depends on if I get coffee and food afterwards" I said as Joanna walked off in search of coffee

"The guy we are talking about is Nikki Sixx and he's gonna be the photographer today" Tiffany said with a smile

"Hold on pump the brakes" I said taking a deep breath in to calm myself I could not have heard right.

"As in Nikki walking sex on legs motley crue icon Sixx" I rambled on

Tiffany chuckled " yes ma'am"

Holy hell I done died and in heaven this can't be real

I was breathing heavily when Joanna came back and handed me my coffee " I see you told her huh" she laughed looking at Tiffany who only nodded with a smile then answered the phone. While Joanna and I sat down drinking our coffee.

"Speak of the devil, that was Nikki he said he will be a little late his meeting is running later that planned" Tiffany informed us

"Ok we will just go eat and come back later or you can call us when he's on his way back and we will come back" I said

"Ok sounds good see ya in a bit" Tiffany said

We sat at a local diner talking and eating we decided to go shop around it had been almost 2 hours and we still haven't heard back from Tiffany so we decided to just go back home and call Tiffany to reschedule seeing as he was too busy to even care to call and let us know anything. At this point I was pissed and tired and just wanted to sleep.

We pulled up to my house Joanna looks over at me " I'm sorry Amy today was a waste of time I got your hopes up for nothing he didn't even show or have the balls to have his assistant to call or anything"

I look at her "it is what it is, it's not your fault he's an asshole for doing that. Good night love I'll call you tomorrow" I get out of the car and she drives off.

I go in my house toss my keys on my table go upstairs to get a shower after my shower I throw on a thong and a tshirt and lay down since it's late and I'm just trying to relax before I go to sleep

I was about to start a movie when I hear a knock on the door I get up not bothering to put pants on or robe thinking it's Joanna that maybe she changed her mind and wanted to sleep over tonight. I opened the door and my breath hitches in my throat Nikki Sixx is standing there glaring at me

"What are you doing here and how do you know where I live" I said glaring back I'm still pissed at the stunt he pulled today and if he was looking for a fight he picked the right bitch tonight

He didn't say anything he just walked right passed me in my home liked he lived here

"Oh pleae do come in it is your house after all" I say sarcastically with a eyeroll and shut the door

He turns to face me "it is my home so I can come and go as I please"

Who does this bitch think he is?

I scoff "really? Wanna tell that to my bank account? Cause if memory serves me correctly I'm the one that bought and paid for this house and my name is on the deeds not yours"

"Yeah? Thanks for making my pockets fatter" he smirks

I just glare at him and he chuckles " this used to be my house before you bought it"

"That explains the hideous interior when I got it" I smirk at him

He raises his eyebrows at me and continues to glare "you got a smartmouth for someone that left me high and dry"

" excuse me but you are the one who left me high and dry I was there on time you were the one that never showed and didn't have the balls to call and let me know " I said

" you could've waited" he said

I scoffed " who do you think you are? I waited around for 2 hours and was ghosted so I came back home. I'm not gonna waste my time for someone who stands me up and then you wanna come to my house and act like you're the shit and the world revolves around you. Newsflash Nikki it doesn't and I'm not gonna sit around and wait for nobody" I snapped

" you're a bitch I don't know why I even bothered coming over here" he said

"Why did you come to my house this late after what you did? And then walk in here acting like you own this place and run shit u don't run shit and you damn sure don't own or run me" I said titling my head and squinting my eyes

Nikki swifty ran up to me grabbed my shoulders and pinned me against the wall glaring at me " you're a fucking bitch watch your fucking mouth and how you speak to me " he raised his voice

I smirked at him " you don't fucking scare me I've dealt with bigger and badder dicks than you. I'll watch how I speak to you when you watch how you speak to me"

"I swear to God if you don't shut your fucking mouth right now I'm-"

"You're gonna what Nikki?" I said interrupting him

He glared at me and I could feel the heat radiating off of him and I ain't even gonna lie I was quite turn on. I know I'm crazy but seeing Nikki all fired up and having his body pinned against mine is hot as hell. Then suddenly he yelled a frustrated "fuuuuckk" and then crashed his lips onto mine I instantly kissed him back and within minutes things escalated and the next thing I know we are in heated make out section hands roaming and tongues exploring.

I suddenly came to my senses and pushed him off of me "no you don't get to come in to my home talk to me the way you did and expect me to give in to you and have sex with you especially after we just met and how you so rudely stood me up with the photoshoot and then have the balls to blame me. Take responsibility for your actions man up and actually use your other head to talk with for once in your life. Just cause you're a rock star doesn't mean I'm gonna drop my pants for you" I snapped at him

He looked me up and down "you don't have to drop your pants for me seeing you answered your door in a thong" he smirked

"Get out! Get out right now!" I yelled and pushed him towards the door

He opened the door and stopped looking back at me " to be continued" he said

I slammed the door shut behind him.

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tozettastone · 27 days ago

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LISTEN, HERE'S HOW IT STARTS, OKAY —

(Time travel, apocalypse, uraichi, slightly sexy parasitism. This is a draft, end product subject to editing etc)

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Karakura was a floating city, bedighted with wandering dead and set to a soundtrack of their ravenous crying. In Karakura, amid the tumbling stone and broken glass, was a candy store at the end of the world.

In the old wooden shelter of the Urahara Shouten, two men discussed their worst-case-scenario last resort.

It was the hulking chamber of alien metal sitting in one corner of what had once been the store's front room. There was a thick, reinforced door and a single dial. The power source was sixteen ginto, glowing an incongruous blue among the wires in the dimness.

It was in this room, ignoring the sounds of the starving dead sobbing outside, that Ichigo set his jaw, straightened his spine and squared up with the most horrifically vulnerable admission he'd ever made aloud to Kisuke: "I don't want to go back without you."

There was a long pause, as if in acknowledgement of how much it might have cost to say such a thing aloud.

Slowly, Kisuke tilted his head. He'd lost weight again, even though they had plenty of rations, so his face was drawn and sharper around the edges, softened only by his messy, overgrown hair. It was less 'sexy tousled tresses' and more 'time to take Fido to the groomer.'

"I'm only going to get one person through this," he said, tapping his fan on the shell of the machine. "And we'll need a lot of my spiritual power to operate the device at all. You don't make things easy, do you? Still..."

Ichigo raised his head. "Still what? Can we do it?"

"We're both willing to make some sacrifices, aren't we? It depends on how badly you think you need me."

"... Do you really want to stay here?" Ichigo gestured to the wrecked reality around them. "All alone? Forever?"

"Now, now," he said, smiling ironically. "I wouldn't be alone. I'll have the zombies for company."

And nothing else. Forever. It was a death sentence. Not today, not tomorrow, probably not for months or years — but eventually, without other people, without at least Ichigo for company, despair would win.

And now, there was no kindly afterlife to welcome him. Just wandering, and ravenous hunger.

The crying outside seemed very loud.

"Kisuke."

"No." His shoulders heaved with his sigh. "No, I don't want to stay here alone, Ichigo. But to do that, we'd have to squeeze both of us — spiritually — into a... space made for one body."

"Can we? Is it possible?"

"...Yes. You have enough spiritual power to support a parasite of some significance."

Ichigo twitched. "Parasite?"

"We can lie and call it mutualism, if you insist." Kisuke gave him an ironic smile. "But I'd be relying on your spiritual power. Your body. Your eyes, your ears, your hands... You'd be carrying me. I'd have to carve out a new space to fit myself into your soul."

"Would it be like — like Zangetsu? In my inner world?" Ichigo wasn't sure he wanted Kisuke consigned to a lifeless landscape of topsy turvy office buildings and perpetual rain, either, just because he didn't want to let him go. He wasn't that selfish, was he?

...He might not have been, once upon a time.

But Kisuke was all he had. He would cling to him with both hands and all his teeth.

"Oh, no. Much more intimate than that, Ichigo. I'm not a zanpakuto spirit or a manifestation of your own power. I'm an entirely separate being. I wasn't joking when I said it would be a parasite — I'd be drawing resources from you all the time, without reprieve, and you'd get nothing back from me."

"It's not parasitic if I'm asking you to do it."

"Ah, well, let's not quibble about definitions right now."

Ichigo leaned back against one of the candy bins. It was empty now, although there was plenty of off-brand, out-of-date candy in storage. There was just no point having it in the store. There were no customers anymore.

"Do it," he decided.

Kisuke smiled again. "Okay."

"Just okay? That's it?" Ichigo wasn't an expert, but he was pretty sure committing to a long life of... mutualism... in your friend's head was not a decision to be undertaken this lightly.

"I know you too well now. There's no point asking you if you're sure, Ichigo."

"I'm sure," he agreed. "But you —"

"It's a better end than I thought I'd get," he interrupted. "And a worse one than I wanted for you. It won't be nice, having someone carve out a home in your soul. And there will be no way to reverse such a thing."

"Don't be stupid. You in my head forever? Versus me alone in the past with you stuck here?" He waved one hand to indicate the creaking, heavily-reinforced mass of the shouten, their quaint candy store at the end of the world. "That's easy."

"You wouldn't be alone in the past, Ichigo. You'd have Rukia, Orihime-chan, Sado, your entire family —"

"Have you met me at any time in the last thirty years?" Ichigo snapped. "You think I'm going to slot effortlessly back into that?"

Kisuke paused. "No," he relented finally. "I don't. I'm not sure even I..." He sighed then and gave him a helpless little smile that made Ichigo's insides warm with its open, unguarded affection. "You certainly have a way of making a selfish choice for me seem like the best decision for you."

"That's because it is." And to Ichigo, it was.

"I already know how I'll do it," Kisuke said, rubbing his hand through his shaggy hair. "It will be easy for you. Just like eating soul candy."

"You want me to eat you?"

"There are other ways to get inside you, Ichigo," he sounded amused. "And serveral of them I wouldn't mind trying. But I think none easier for either of us."

Ichigo didn't listen to the urges of his hollow that often, but this would not have been the first time he'd fantasiaed about eating a friend. Especially Kisuke. Especially now that he was the only one left. These were deep, loud instincts, ones which warned him to consume him before someone else did. To keep him. If eaten, he could become part of Ichigo forever.

"Okay," he said. There were a lot of things he wanted to say after that. Things like, 'please be careful,' and 'I don't know how to fix you if you mess this up,' and the perpetual drum beat in his head, 'if you leave me, I'll die, and I'll take everything else left in the world with me.'

He said none of them.

"Okay," he repeated, swallowing.

Days later, when Ichigo stepped into the thrumming machine, he waited for it to seal shut and then took his pill like it was actual candy. It was easy to imagine it was: it was off-white striped with red-brown, like something that might be vanilla and cherry flavoured. It smelled like honey.

Kisuke did not taste like honey, or vanilla, or cherry.

Kisuke tasted... rusty and subtly saline. The candy left Ichigo with the distinct sensation of something thicker than water, coating his mouth and trickling down his throat.

A parasite, Kisuke had said. Like a tick or a tapeworm.

Ichigo really hoped the belly of his soul was a warm, welcoming place.

And then the machine kicked in all around him with a roar.

Ichigo woke in his bed, in the old house next to the clinic, which he hadn't seen in decades upon decades. The pale ceiling had a plaster crack in one corner, the result of years of dodging his dad's exuberance.

There was a hefty weight in his head.

But it was quiet.

Ichigo felt a stab of alarm. His heart rate skyrocketed. He sat up, clutching the blanket. "Kisuke?"

"I'm here," murmured Kisuke's voice. "I didn't realise you'd be missing me already, Ichigo."

It sounded exactly like his real voice. It was diffuse, coming from all directions at once. Ichigo knew instantly that other people wouldn't hear it. Externalisation would need help from Ichigo's own body.

"Are you... did it work?"

"Yes. Better than I expected, actually."

Ichigo got a flood of strange impressions then: Kisuke had expected to have to carve out a space for himself in the hostile territory of Ichigo's soul, fighting against its native defences forever. But Ichigo's soul it was not defended against him. Even the old man, his quincy powers, had moved aside in unexpected, easy compliance.

"I told you I wanted you with me," Ichigo said impatiently. "I thought you knew to take me at my word." You said you did, he didn't add aloud, but of course Kisuke heard it. There were no secrets now. Not even little, harmless ones. There would likely never be secrets again.

For example, Ichigo could feel Kisuke's surprise and cautious pleasure: he'd gone in expecting to grimly rip a new hole in Ichigo and make him a battlefield; he'd arrived to find the hard work already done, the doors flung wide open for him.

(They'd shut behind him, too. Ichigo was possessive. This, at least, did not seem to come as much of a shock.)

"I knew you were willing," Kisuke corrected. "But I didn't expect you to roll out the welcome mat."

It was nothing like a welcome mat, really: he had been taken in, cocooned, enveloped. He was wrapped in the soft and weighty threads of their attachment.

If he'd wanted it any less, it would have been stifling.

Ichigo got the flickering and intimate thought that Kisuke had never once been so safe as he was now, trapped inside the soft cage of Ichigo's soul.

He had no idea how his own fierce joy at that thought came across, but he certainly felt Kisuke react to it, freezing into stillness within him.

Ichigo breathed out slowly. Some stuff he'd compromise on, but if Kisuke lived in his head he was just going to have to get used to the pleasures of power — primarily, the power that consisted in protecting the people he loved.

Ichigo was strong. He was vital. This was his single most viciously guarded privilege.

And Kisuke was the only person he had left.

"That will take some getting used to." It was a faint whisper. The night air breathed around him.

"Don't get cold feet now." Ichigo laughed roughly.

"No. It's far too late for that." Carefully, consciously, he relaxed. Ichigo relaxed with him.

They lay there in the novelty of a comfortable bed for way too long. Outside, more novelty was forthcoming: weak light, birdsong, the occasional engine. Dawn. How long, Ichigo thought, since he'd seen dawn?

I think my eventual (inevitable) UraIchi fic will be time travel parasitism.

#rb #uraichi #urahara kisuke #kurosaki ichigo #my fic #bleach fic

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maximons · 3 years ago

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Good Boy

Summary: Y/n and Wanda’s relationship was pretty much nonexistent after their break up, or at least it would be if they didn’t share custody of their dog, Fido.

Word Count: 3,256

Genre: Angst w/ a happy ending

Requested?: No

Warnings: Injury of an animal, Mentions of emotional cheating, Mentions of sex

A/N: To the five people that missed me, I’m baccck! I wanted to write at least one more Wanda fic before she breaks our hearts again this week. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Your break up with Wanda was...messy to say the least. You weren’t oblivious to the problems you two had, you kinda saw the breakup coming, but still.

Between you being ‘the most stubborn person in the galaxy’ Wanda’s words which happened to cause multiple bad decisions that led to fights, and Wanda having this “connection” with the resident robot of the Avengers, it was only a matter of time.

After one two many screaming matches that lasted till 2 am, you two called it quits.

Fast forward a few months, and now Wanda was together with the toaster, while you swore off commitment for the foreseeable future and opted to bring home any girl that you could. Neither one of you was happy with the other’s next step, but of course neither one of you said anything.

In fact, the only reason you two still interacted at all was because you were teammates that lived in the same compound. Sometimes it was inevitable for the greater good to be civil, but beyond that, you had no reason to talk.

...Well, there was one other reason. Your dog, Fido.

Look, Wanda was a sucker for cliches, and there was a time where you couldn’t imagine saying no to her, so of course the dog’s name was Fido.

You and Wanda decided to adopt a puppy about a year into your relationship. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Considering the life as an Avenger wasn’t ideal for parenting children, you both figured a dog would be a good substitute, for that time being anyway.

Truth be told, you didn’t think it’d be a complicated issue when you broke up. You just assumed you’d keep Fido. Wanda wanted a fresh new start with Vision, right? Why would she want to take the dog you shared into that?

Well, Wanda just about slapped you when you said that. She loved that dog just as much as you did.

So somehow, without actually having children, you have an custody arrangement going on.

You get Fido Monday evening through Thursday afternoon, and Wanda got him Thursday evening to the next Monday afternoon.

It was awkward as hell for the first few weeks, but by now, you just considered it part of your routine. You and Wanda simply exchanged polite smiles, told each other anything the other might need to know, and went about your day after dropping him off. Simple as that.

Well, of course nothing’s simple in your life for too long.

One Monday, you had the pleasure of waking up to loud banging at your door.

You shot awake and sat up quickly at the loud noise. Taking a second to rub your eyes and adjust to the reality around you apparently wasn’t allowed as the banging started up again.

“Hold on!” You shouted back at the source as you scrambled and practically fell out of bed. Three more bangs commenced before you got to your door and yanked it open. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the woman who’s fist was paused in mid air. “Jesus, what the hell?”

“I should be saying that.” Your ex responded simply. It was only then that you noticed the leash in her hand, Fido attached. “You were supposed to pick him up hours ago.”

“What, can’t handle some extra time with him? Aren’t you a loving mother.” You said sarcastically as you took the leash from her hand. “I don’t pick him up till noon anyway.”

“It’s 3, Y/n.” Wanda deadpanned. You raised your brows at the information.

“Oh, shit for real?”

“Yes. Maybe you’d be up at a decent hour if you weren’t coming back home at 5 am.”

“Aww, are you paying attention to me again?” You couldn’t help the teasing smile that spread across your face. Wanda simply rolled her eyes.

“Kind of hard not to when you almost trip the alarm system.”

“I thought your boyfriend’s name was Vision.” You teased again, and that was enough for Wanda to no longer want to be in your presence.

“You’re an asshole.” She shot at you before storming off. “Don’t forget his vet appointment on Wednesday!” She shouted over her shoulder as she was halfway down the hall.

“Fido’s or Vision’s?” You shouted back. She didn’t respond verbally, but knew she heard you when she threw you the finger. You chuckled as she turned down the hall and out of sight.

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You hadn’t seen Wanda since then, and your week with Fido had been going as normal. Outside of the vet appointment, that seemed to go pretty well, everything was business as usual.

So you were extremely confused when the familiar banging returned on Thursday morning.

“What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself as you walked to your door to yank it open yet again. “You know other people live here, right?”

The rhetorical question was ignored as Wanda got right to the point of what was pissing her off. “You slept with the vet!?”

To say you were taken aback would be an understatement. Outside of the obvious embarrassment of her airing out your business in the hallway, you were confused. You and Wanda haven’t talked at all about your sex life, and seeing as she had a boyfriend now, you didn’t know why she cared.

You blinked a few times, trying to gather your thoughts, but that was too long for Wanda’s liking. “Well!?”

You jumped back at her sudden shout. “Shit, calm down, just come in.” You rushed her in your room before she yelled anything else out. She, surprisingly, didn’t put up a fight and entered. You closed the door behind her. “What are you yelling about?”

“Sorry, did I not ask you loudly enough the first time?” Wanda crossed her arms, looking at you for an explanation.

“Yeah, no, you definitely did. Just don’t know why.”

“It’s a conflict of interest.”

“What interests are being conflicted here?”

“The interests of our chil-” Wanda coughed to cover up her mistake, but you caught it. “For Fido.”

“Uh huh.” You raised a brow, unimpressed.

“Look, I know you can’t keep it in your pants, but stick to the sluts you pick up at the bar. Not the vet.”

Your eyes widened at what she said. Now you were pissed right along with her.

“Okay, first off, the vet’s a dude. If you paid any fucking attention to anything outside of the brave little toaster, you’d know that. I slept with the receptionist.”

“I don’t-”

“Second off.” You cut her off. “You have no right commenting on my sex life or who I decide to spend my time with. Last I checked, we’re broken up. And I seem to remember you wasting no time jumping right into the arms of Robo-boy.”

“Oh, get over it already, Y/n!” Wanda’s voice rose at this point, this was not how she was seeing this conversation going. If you can call her going up to your room seeing literal red a ‘conversation’.

“There is no way in hell I’m ever going to get over that!” You shouted out, which shut Wanda up. You’ve yelled before, but every word that you just shouted out was laced with...something she hasn’t seen from you in a while. Genuine emotion.

Before you knew it, or could stop yourself, you continued. “You just went right to him. After months and months of you trying to convince me I was crazy for seeing what I saw.” You softened your voice at this point, but Wanda was still listening with rapt attention. “I mean, you convinced me to trust you time and again, but the second you got the chance, guess who you ran straight to? Honestly, It’s hard to believe something wasn’t going on beforehand.”

“Y/n, nothing happened between Vision and I before we broke up.” Wanda said sincerely.

“Even if it wasn’t physical, emotional cheating is still a thing.” Wanda paused at that. “I don’t think you can deny that one.”

“I...I don’t-”

“Yeah.” You said simply before quickly regaining your composure. Wanda watched as you quickly rebuilt all the walls you temporarily brought down. You started busying yourself getting Fido’s thing’s together, just so you didn’t have to look at her anymore. “So, yeah, forgive me for just wanting to find temporary company every once in a while. If I wanna fuck the receptionist, I’m gonna fuck the receptionist.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.” Wanda rolled her eyes in disgust, hoping to disguise the hurt beneath the surface.

“Yeah, I’m a lot of things.” You clipped the leash onto Fido before holding it out. “Since you’re here anyway, you can take him.”

Wanda sighed. “Fine.”

“Yeah, see you Monday.” You closed the door the second she left, almost hitting her ass in doing so, but you didn’t care. You were too busy trying to breathe.

You didn’t know that Wanda was on the other side of the door trying to do the same.

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Two days had passed since then, and you felt a little better. You couldn’t deny it felt good letting out something that had bothered you so deeply, but you couldn’t help but wonder how things would be like with Wanda now. You haven’t talked since that day, so things were going per usual as of now, but come Monday, you’d be facing the music.

It was the middle of the night on Saturday when your phone rang. You were halfway passed out, so you were a little annoyed at the interruption, but reached out for the device regardless. Your brows furrowed when Wanda’s contact name appeared on screen. You figured she butt dialed you, but you hit answer anyway.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” Came the worried reply. Okay, definitely not a butt dial. “Sorry for calling you so late, but I think something’s wrong with Fido.”

That woke you up. You opened your eyes and sat up. “What do you mean, what happened?”

“I don’t know, he was perfectly fine one minute, and then I turn around for two seconds and hear a thud. He’s laying on the ground and is whimpering, but I don’t think he can move.”

“Have you tried picking him up?”

“He won’t let me near him without growling.” You could hear Wanda’s panic grow with each word.

“Okay, okay, don’t touch him but don’t take your eyes off him. I’ll be there in a second.” You prepared yourself to use your powers to teleport to where she is, but her voice cuts you off.

“Wait, wait! I’m in my old room... not Vision’s.”

That gave you pause. You knew Wanda moved into her boyfriend's room about a month ago, that’s where you dropped Fido off the last few weeks. “Wha-”

“Don’t ask right now, just get here.” You would’ve asked anyway under normal circumstances, but you agreed now wasn’t the time. You focused your thoughts on what you remembered Wanda’s room to look like, and in the blink of an eye you were there.

Wanda sat at the edge of her bed while looking at Fido, who laid only a few inches away. You tried to make your way to him, but as Wanda had said, he growled when you got too close. You spotted some crashed knick knacks strewn about, along with a half crashed down shelf, and could put two and two together.

“I think he might’ve crashed into your shelf and it collapsed on him. From what I can tell, his leg is broken, but we gotta get him to someone that actually knows what they’re talking about.” You pulled out your phone. “There’s probably some 24 hour animal hospitals by here, lemme look.”

“How are we going get him there? He won’t let either of us near.”

You thought for a second while you continued your search. “I don’t think I can teleport us there without risking further damage, but your magic is precise enough that you can pick him up to get him to a car.”

That caught Wanda’s attention, her eyes snapping to you. “Wha-, you don’t think I’ll screw anything up? Hurt him more?”

You finally looked up from your phone, eyes locking with Wanda’s at her statement. You shook your head gently. “No, of course not. I know you aren’t the biggest fan of your powers sometimes, but I know you and you can be delicate when you want to be. There’s no doubt you can get him there.” You looked back down at your phone, missing the small smile on Wanda’s face.

She never stopped believing in me.

Her thoughts were interrupted when you let out a happy shout. “Got one! Only five miles out, we can get there in like 15 minutes. We’ll take Nat’s car.”

Wanda gave you a look. “You know she hates it when you take her car.”

“Yeah, but when she finds out it was for Fido, she’ll live. She’s like an uncle to him.” You said with a small smirk. Wanda knew you were using the opportunity to drive Nat’s car, but decided not to comment. “Okay, you’re up.” You said, telling her to pick up Fido.

She takes a breath before putting her hands out. Red magic surrounded him, and after a second he was gently lifted a few feet off the ground. Fido looked calm, head still curled up resting in his lap.

“Told ya.” You whispered with a smile. You and Wanda’s eyes locked, and a moment passed between you, before you got back to the task at hand. “Alright, let’s go.” You opened the door, letting a floating Fido and Wanda go first.

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The two of you sat in silence in the hospital waiting room, patiently waiting for any news on Fido. You had to guess it’s only been about ten minutes or so, but the awkward silence paired with the otherwise empty waiting room, it felt like hours.

“It’s my fault.” If it weren’t for the dead silence, you wouldn’t have heard the whispered words from the woman next to you.

“No, don’t beat yourself up. It won’t do any of us any good.” You started, trying to comfort her the best way you knew how given your tentative relationship. “It could’ve happened to anyone, the important thing is you made sure we got him where he needed to be.”

Wanda spared you a quick glance and nodded, seemingly accepting what you were saying. “Thanks, Y/n.”

“Yeah.” You acknowledged. A few more moments of silence passed, before you decided to break the tension again. “You’ve never been the best with tools anyway, what were you doing trying to build furniture?”

Your teasing tone was more lighthearted than the teasing Wanda was used to from you in recent months, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at it. She nudge you with her knee in response. “Shut up.” She said with a laugh, causing you to chuckle with her.

The two of you fell into silence again. This time, Wanda broke it with a sigh. “I didn’t just mean Fido getting hurt was my fault though.” You looked over to Wanda, but didn’t say a word, letting her continue. “Everything that happened with us...that was all me. You didn’t deserve any of this.”

I guess we’re doing this now. You thought. A conversation about your last blow up was bound to happen at some point. You didn’t expect her to take this much responsibility though. You tried to find the words to say. “I...”

“Vision and I broke up.” She declared suddenly, throwing you into more shock than you already were.

“Oh.” Was all you can think of to say to that. You cant pretend you were sad about it, but you weren’t about to rub Wanda’s heartbreak in her face. You’re not that cruel.

“I never...” Wanda braced herself with a sigh before continuing. “I honestly never felt for him what I felt...feel for you.”

You took a minute to gather your thoughts before finally responding. “I don’t...so why did you leave him for me essentially?”

“Vis and I talked about that. I didn’t understand the draw I had to him, because o be honest, my relationship with him just never felt right. I only ever felt drawn to him when I was near him, but when I was away from him, all I ever thought about was you. He told me he felt similar- not the thinking about you part, but you get what I mean.”

“Yeah, he’s not exactly my type.” You whispered out jokingly, and Wanda couldn’t help but chuckle.

“We think it had to do with both of our connection to the mind stone.” Wanda sighed sadly again, thinking about how everything unraveled. “I know nothing I say will ever excuse this...I made a terrible call, and I don’t think I can apologize enough for lying and hurting you the way I have. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I know it’s insanely selfish of me to ask for another chance, but...I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.” She finished, and you didn’t know what to think. It makes sense in theory, and Wanda seemed genuine, but how are you ever supposed to trust her again?

“Okay...” You started. “But the mind stone is still in Vision’s head and still the source of your powers, that isn’t changing, so how do I know you won’t run off with him again?”

“Our connection isn’t romantic, we unfortunately had to take the hard road to figure that out, but I know that for sure. I can’t blame you for not trusting it though, but if you let me, I’m willing to try to prove to you how much I still love you, Y/n...you and only you.” Wanda took a chance and reached her hand to cover yours. You didn’t pull away.

“I-”

“Fido Maximoff?” You were cut off by the vet’s voice entering the room, you both looked up and stood, almost breathing a sigh of relief when Fido was pushed out in a small cart. “He’s gonna be okay. He suffered a fracture on his right front leg, but it’s not serious enough to require surgery. He’ll have to remain in the splint for a few weeks with little mobility, but he’ll be back to normal in no time.”

You both couldn’t help but smile at the news. “Thank you so much, doctor.” You thanked. He nodded with a smile and left.

After taking a few moments to greet Fido, who thankfully was no longer hostile to the two of you, you looked back at each other. “Look, I...” You started, taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts. “I never stopped loving you too, but I can’t just jump right back into the way things were.”

Wanda nodded sadly. “I understand.”

“But...” You continued. “I wouldn’t be opposed to taking it slow?” You asked shyly. Wanda looked back up at you and smiled. “I think Fido should stay in my room tonight, probably with both of his parents there.”

Wanda tilted her head in confusion, but a smile still on her face. “What happened to taking it slow?”

“Mind out of the gutter Maximoff, I just meant sleep.” You laughed as you pushed the cart outside to the car.

It would take a while, but you were sure you were making the right choice. There wasn’t anyone else for you than Wanda.

And in a weird twisted way, you couldn’t help but thank Fido for bringing her back to you.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 2 years ago

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A Secret Leak: Jailbreak

The GENT company was having a very... eventful night. It all started when their recovered machine had been set up, tested, and nothing happened no matter what they did. Some workers assumed that either the idiots at Archgate broke it or they didn't recover the right items for the pedestals. But shortly after they called it quits for the night, chaos happened; The room they were storing the machine in was suddenly covered in splatters of ink, security cameras were torn out and broken, several guards and a man wearing nothing but a cartoon mask and tattered ink stained pants were knocked out, all of them with either bite marks, slash marks, or Inky hand prints over their mouths and noses...

But luckily, before things could get too out of hand, GENT had everything under control and the presumed perpetrators had been captured and led away.

"Keep moving, freaks." The man in the GENT Commander Guard uniform shoved the angel and the wolf forward, earning him an eye roll from the former and a growl from the latter. "We don't have all night..."

"I still can't believe this is actually real.." One of the gawking onlookers murmured. "I read the files but seeing it is something else..."

"Shh! They can hear you..." Another onlooker shushed the first.

"They're so creepy... Is that fur or skin..?" A third onlooker shuddered. "And why are her eyes so big..?"

The wolf snarled at the already frightened onlooker, looking like he was about to bite him but the guard pulled him back by his overalls.

"Down, Fido, we're almost there."

He rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance as the uniformed man took him and his companion into the Head of Security's office.

"I caught them, it was a tough fight, but enough bullets seemed to make them more... compliant."

"Do you think there's more out there?" The worried head of security asked the guard. "It looked like there was a lot of ink."

"It's unlikely, but we can never be too careful." He replied while gesturing at them. "Sure, most of it is 'dead' ink, but we should keep those unconscious guys under quarantine and not take what they say at face value."

"Why? What happened back there?"

"These monsters... They really mess with your head, make you see and hear things that aren't there. I bet those poor saps will try to tell all sorts of things when they wake up, fully believing them to be true." The Guard adjusted his face mask and shot the pair a cold yet knowing look. "I bet they'll even try to convince us that some of the guards are actually ink monsters too.."

The ink woman with horns kept her head down while the wolf bit his tongue.

"So, given your expertise on... them. What do you recommend?"

"Well, it's far too dangerous to keep the machine and the items here... Keeping the entities that it creates permanently terminated is much harder than we originally assumed." He fidgeted with his gloves. "When I originally informed him of the case, our CEO Mr. Alan Gray recommended moving them all to a small, relatively isolated location and continuing our projects and testing there. I can't help but agree with him given the current circumstances. Its unlike anything we've ever seen, and the less people that get hurt or god forbid succumb to the ink... ...The better."

"I see, and what will you need to make transporting them easier? Reinforcements? Special equipment?"

"Yes. Although I might have to vet the sh- -the other guards as well as the truck driver myself." He cleared his throat. "In a delicate situation like this, the last thing we need is a group of untrustworthy people all handling something we do not yet fully understand... But we might start off with a small group and add in others later, time is of the essence after all and the sooner we get this thing out of our building, the better."

"Understood, smart choice." The head of security nodded. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Yes, and I've already sent them to prepare a truck, we'll rendezvous after you and I are done clearing everything up and then nobody else will have to worry about getting attacked by monsters tonight."

"I see, good to hear that at least some of us are being efficient.." he sighed with a shake of his head. "Anything else to report or comment?"

"Nothing that comes to mind, but I'll call if I think of anything."

The head of security nodded in thought as he signed off some papers.

"Okay, you and.. them are good to go. Stay safe."

"You too."

The masked man nodded as he left, taking the ink woman and the wolf with him and entered the elevator. He looked around the inside of it, not spotting any cameras. When he didn't see any and the doors came to a close, he looked to the wolf.

"Coast's clear," a gruff voice left the toon's mouth "you can take it off for now."

"Thank the Lord..." He shuddered. "It feels so vile to have a face that is not my own."

The man took off his uniform jacket and shirt and took in a deep breath as his facial details erased themselves and the color of his skin faded into pitch black, making him look more like a mannequin made out of ink than a person. And also prompting the wolf to grumble and take another canister of colored ink out of the angel's satchel.

"If I known it would take so much, I would've made more of these things-"

"Not yet Tom." The angel put her hand on the wolf's. "It's a long elevator ride and Sammy could use a break."

"He didn't give us one." Tom sneered at the Ink man. "In fact, he enjoyed his role a little too much..."

"I could say the same for the two of you, you know." The prophet gave the wolf a glare in return. "Was biting the guards necessary? Or stabbing them? It only took me seconds to harmlessly knock them out-"

"Harmlessly? Harmlessly?!" Tom huffed. "Give me a break, you poisoned them with Ink, Mold, and probably a mix of whatever other garbage you're made of!" He jabbed his finger into Sammy's chest.

"I gave them a 'poison' that will be cured with time as they will not have access to more. May I remind you that they were your ilk before the Ink? And yet you tore into their flesh without hesitation. No less, you ripped them apart with your teeth like a wild animal..."

"Boys, stop!" Allison pushed them apart and got in between them. "I know we... don't have a lot of common ground, it's hard to trust each other given our history, but we're so close, we can't fall apart right here and now.. We can go our separate ways after we get this done. Okay?"

The two stayed silent, but at least stepped away from each other, which was probably the most Allison could get out of them.

But it did leave the elevator in awkward silence for a couple of minutes.

"...Out of curiosity, why did you agree to join the plan?" Allison asked the Prophet to break the silence. "Alice agreed for the Projectionist's sake, Tom, Henry, and I agreed because it would free us from the studio, but what did Joey promise you?"

"He has nothing he can offer me, not even freedom."

"But then why..?"

"He and I agree that the Machine is the Messiah's birthright and I am willing to help him get it out of here on those grounds alone."

Both the angel and wolf looked at him oddly.

"...Why would Joey want the Ink machine to be in the Ink Demon's hands?"

"He does not." Sammy stated, refusing to elaborate for the rest of the ride down.

"Finally, you made it." The guard sighed in relief when the elevator opened up. "The machine and the other two ink monsters are loaded up in the truck."

"Are the guards who brought them in there too?"

"Yes."

"I need to speak with them in private, thank you."

"Oh, of course..." The guard nodded as he entered the elevator while the three left. "Good luck.."

"Thank you, I'll need all the luck I can get." the man in the uniform chuckled as they headed out to the set up truck.

#bendy and the dark revival #batdr spoilers #batdr au #a secret leak au #fanfic #thomas connor #allison pendle #sammy lawrence

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ask-a-vetblr · 4 years ago

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What is one unfortunately unintuitive fact about pet health that you wish people could understand better? As a vet I'm sure you talk about the obvious stuff pretty often--call your vet if you have a health concern, yes Fido does need to take his medicine for the entire length of the prescription, etc. But what's one thing that isn't immediately obvious, but is nonetheless really important for the average pet owner to know about?

vet-and-wild here.

I wish people would understand that medicine isn’t magic. You don’t know how many times people ask if I can just “give him a shot” to make their animal better. Sometimes the treatment is that simple, and that’s great! But if we offer a certain approach with various diagnostics, you can be pretty sure the answer is no. And also, even if we do everything right, sometimes we can’t save animals. I wish we could, I really do. But people seem to have this idea in their head that once they get their pets to us, the work is done.

Another thing is I wish people would understand is how important preventative care is, especially for exotics. So many of our patients only come in for vaccines (cats, dogs, ferrets, pet pigs) or when they’re sick. Especially exotics. Yes you will have to pay a yearly or bi-yearly exam fee but if we can catch problems earlier (AKA the point of preventative med) you will save money in the long run and your animal will likely live longer. Dogs we at least tend to see yearly because we have to write a prescription for heartworm meds (which requires a current exam) but other animals we may only see when they’re legitimately on their death bed.

I wrote a little blerb about preventative care for exotics here.

gettingvetted here.

I wish people would realize that it is literally illegal to prescribe medication of any kind without having seen the patient in the past year. I’m not trying to get your money - I literally can’t give you any medications if you don’t bring the pet in for an exam.

I wish people would not give whatever drug they have laying around at home before coming to see me. I’ve had people giving Bactrim (trimethoprim/sulfa) for their dog’s urinary tract infection, eye drops that they were given by their own doctor for weeping eyes, and Aleve for pain relief. So in those instances, I can’t perform an accurate urine culture to treat the UTI, the dog’s autoimmune dry-eye went for longer without treatment so it got an ulcer, and the dog on Aleve died in the owner’s arms from liver toxicity. A call to the vet is free, so don’t make any treatment decisions without one!

Sueanoi here.

please don’t ever give any human medication to your animal without a vet prescribing it.

i absolutely feel very bad when i end up having to treat for acetaminophen toxicity instead of treating whatever made a cat sick.

Ferox here.

An animal does not have to be screaming to still be in pain, especially for chronic pain that has been there a while. You don’t see elderly people with arthritis screaming with every step as they wander around the supermarket getting their shop done, they just bare it and get on with it. Same with our pets, if the pain has been there for a while they’re not going to scream about it.Still hurts.

#preventive care #group answer #crystal ball #inappropriate medications

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asmo-ds · 4 years ago

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I've seen alot of headcanons about Simeon turning into a demon, but how would everyone react if Luke managed to turn himself into a demon 🤔 Like maybe he didn't amount up to Celestial Standards (I headcanon the Celestial realm is kinda weird due to the events of the anelic event) and then he made some type of minor violation and they kicked him out of heaven to avoid the possibility of him growing up to be undesirable in the Celestial Realm

When a Child Falls

Luke-centric ANGST & FLUFF

Warnings: Pain, falling from heaven, Luke hurting :(

Summary: After failing to live up to the standards of his superiors Luke is kicked out of the Celestial Realm and becomes a demon. Luckily for him the exchange program had given him so many new and old friends who wanted nothing but to help the poor child despite any bitter past they may have had with him

a/n: i was gonna do headcanons but then i was like what if i make a whole one shot about him falling and everyone helping him adjust to his new life and uh yea <3

Also this didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to but demon brothers comforting a fallen Luke >>>>>>>

He tugged on his own arm, begging for the elder angel to release him and give him a second chance, his once hopeful blue eyes filled with tears and terror.

“Stop, I swear I just need more time, PLEASE!” Luke cried, punching the elder’s arm and attempting to pry his wrinkly hands from Luke’s small forearm. The elder yanked Luke’s arm harder, resulting in a distressed cry from the short blond.

Luke tried to steady his breathing as they approached the boundaries of the Celestial realm, where he was to be pushed off for his failure to earn his wings in a timely manner. The Celestial realm saw him as useless and decided they would be better off discarding a weak angel like himself.

“LET HIM GO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” Luke could hear Simeon’s breaking voice screaming at the elders who held him back from Luke to prevent any interference, “JUST LET ME SAY GOODBYE PLEASE,” he begged to which the elder finally agreed and the two embraced tightly. “Luke you listen to me, you get to the Devildom you go STRAIGHT to Lucifer, he helped his brothers and himself through his fall he can help you, please, trust him with at least getting you through the transition then you can hate them again or whatever you want, pl-”

“I get it, Simeon, I promise I won’t let you down,” Luke interrupted, tears falling from his eyes onto Simeon’s broad shoulders.

“Times up. Luke come to the edge, stand here,” an elder guides him into position.

Luke’s hearing starts ringing as his adrenaline kicks in, the fear of death and disappearing from existing overwhelming him. His breathing grew fast, and before he knew it, he felt a push and wind pounding against his skin as he fell, and fell, and fell, until he saw the Devildom soil and he tensed, preparing for the worst.

Instead of hitting the ground he hears a fwoosh and finds himself caught in strong arms.

“Luke! What happened, where is Simeon? A young angel like you shouldn’t be down here all al-” Lucifer starts questioning the angel, concerned to see the small boy falling from so high. He was interrupted by a cry of agony, Luke pushed away from Lucifer, doubling over and screaming as the pain began to set in.

Lucifer recognized the transition immediately and how badly it hurt his brothers, so he gently approached the young boy, who glared at him with teary pained eyes, and he murmured a spell, before darkness washed over Luke.

His innocent blue eyes fluttered open, not recognizing his surroundings, he sat up quickly, wincing and hissing as his back was suddenly filled with unbearable pain.

Oh that’s right, I fell. They pushed me and now…His eyes snap open, remembering the feeling of falling, but nothing that happened afterward.

“I have… to find… Lucifer..” Luke spoke to himself, taking short breaks between every few words to take a painful breath, feeling his ribcage expand and contract as his wheezing continued.

“I’ve already found you, Luke, you’re in one of the bedrooms of the Demon Lord’s Castle. Please lay back and take off your shirt, your back is bound to be in a lot of pain, this serum will help.” The blond flinches as Lucifer rises from a chair next to the bed where he laid.

Luke raises his arms and let Lucifer take off the shirt before laying on his stomach.

He hears Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as he stares in horror at Luke’s back, where wings were starting to form, dark and mangled with feathers tangled and in need of a cleaning.

So like that, Lucifer kept Luke safe and took care of him whilst the other brothers prepared a room at the House of Lamentation for him to stay.

“Luke, I’ve brought you some tea and cake,” Barbatos walks into the bedroom carrying some snacks and drinks for the injured boy.

“Thank you Barbatos, I missed your cooking,” Luke smiles slightly before taking a big bite of cake and groaning. “Like, I really missed it-”

“Yes, Barbatos makes splendid food, which is why I keep him around!” Diavolo winks, nudging Barbatos with his elbow a bit.

“Actually sir, you only keep me around because no other demon has been able to keep up with your antics-”

“ANYWAY, Luke your wings look like they’re growing in nicely, and so do your horns,” Diavolo walks over to examine Luke’s new form. “You’ll probably be in a lot of pain for at least a few more days, but if you want to get situated into your new home we can let you go and just check in on you everyday.”

“Uh… I don’t want to intrude at the House of Lamentation, if it’s going to be any sort of burden to them-”

“Nonsense, my brothers and I are glad to take care of you and take you in, you experienced the same fate as us, albeit for different reasons, but still, we know your pain and we want to guide you so please, Luke, let us help you,” Lucifer places a reassuring hand on Luke’s shoulder as he says this.

“...Okay, BUT no calling me a chihuahua- GOT IT?!” Luke pokes Lucifer’s chest aggressively and earns a hearty chuckle from him.

“I agree not to call you a dog anymore,” Lucifer laughs out, “though I cannot speak for my brothers.”

“I can’t believe the chihuahua of all people got kicked out…” Mammon says, still in shock that the angel who had been so determined to make people smile just a year before during the exchange program had somehow managed to get himself thrown out of heaven.

“I remember when I almost didn’t earn my wings in time,” Asmodeus shudders at the memories of being threatened with exile and constantly pushing himself way too hard, “I got so many wrinkles from the stress.”

“Luke makes good food, I’m glad he’s staying with us.” Beel’s mouth was watering as he and Mammon moved a dresser, finally finishing getting Luke’s new room in order.

“Oi, try to be sympathetic when he gets here Beel. He may be a little annoying kid but he’s going through what we went through,” Mammon scolded his younger brother, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room as each and every one of them remembers the pain they were in as their bodies morphed into those of demons.

“God is such an asshole…” Belphegor mutters, getting extremely angry the more he thinks about it.

Luke had done nothing wrong, Lilith had done nothing wrong, so why? Why would he keep getting rid of the most determined of his angels over such insignificant things?

Suddenly all their phones go off with a text from Lucifer saying he and the boy would be arriving soon. They all gathered in the entrance hall, waiting for Luke to arrive. The front door creaked open, all of the brothers standing up straighter and nervous as Lucifer stepped through the entrance with Luke just behind him.

The brothers all gasped quietly in shock at the state of Luke. He was pale and thin and the look of complete and utter despair in his formerly innocent eyes filling the room with a depressing atmosphere.

“H-hey there Fido- I mean- Luke, how’re you feeling?” Mammon tries to start up a welcoming conversation, getting a nasty look from Lucifer, who Luke was clinging to for dear life.

“Luke! As soon as you’re feeling able to, what do you say we bake something together?” Beel smiles sweetly, most of them getting nothing but nervous looks from Luke in response to their questions.

“I’m just going to help him get settled in. Satan you’re in charge of everything else around the house while I take care of Luke and my own paperwork.” Lucifer guides Luke up the stairs.

Satan rolls his eyes but mutters a small “fine,” before the two head upstairs to the attic, where they’d set up the room to look just like the dorm he stayed in at Purgatory Hall.

“Oh wow, it feels like I’m back in the exchange program,” Luke chuckles a little, clearly faking any sort of joy.

“Luke,” Lucifer kneels down, “you are one of my brothers now, you have nothing to fear, and Simeon will be able to visit at some point-” His attempt to ease Luke’s worries is interrupted by a loud sob.

“Don’t you get it?! Michael and Simeon will never look at me the same, ever again!” Luke wails, using his sleeves to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. “All I ever wanted was to impress them! To impress God and make humans happy and protect them! But now my natural instinct to hurt humans ruins any chance of me becoming the person I’d always thought I’d be!” Luke falls to his knees, sobbing and wheezing, his vision becoming blurry as a panic attack hits him like a truck. He can barely hear anything except for Lucifer calling out a name, and all he could make out was that it wasn’t his own name. A dark figure walks into the room and Luke hears muffled voices for a minute before he is suddenly extremely calm, his eyelids growing a bit heavy and he feels exhausted.

He then realizes someone was holding him and murmuring some sort of spell, causing him to panic once more, but this time he was perfectly aware and just jumped up ready to fight.

“Hey you dirty demon! Don’t use your dark magic on me or else I’ll-”

“Pfft hahaha,” Belphegor laughs hard, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “you still look like a chihuahua when you get annoyed!” Belphie teases and Luke blushes, before running at Belphie and tackling him, leading to a wrestling match on the floor as Lucifer stands by and watches the two of them closely, to ensure nobody got hurt under his watch.

Dinner was the worst, to be honest. Luke had asked Lucifer if he could cook to say thanks for taking him in, but now he sat awkwardly and all of the brothers remained quiet, watching his every move and watching him like he was an injured little puppy.

“I-is the food not good?” Luke questions looking around nervously.

“AH- no its great Fido- LUKE, ah jeez I’m getting a headache this is so hard to adjust to,” Mammon slams his head on the table, earning a glare from Asmo and Satan who he sat between.

“Anyways, I know you’ve been to the Devildom before and don’t really need a tour BUT you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg, there are so many more places to go!” Asmo smiles widely at Luke, “So let’s go together soon, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ooooh Luke, you have to tell me what Celestial Realm video games are like, GAH I wish we had waited to start a war until after the invention of video games. Anyway I got a new one so I can show you a Devildom game and-”

“Shut yer trap Levi,” Mammon leans over the table to attempt to cover Levi’s mouth.

“But let the GREAT Mammon show ya all the best spots in town~”

“NO-no do not take the child Gambling, Mammon,” Asmo smacks him.

“Asmo for all we know you’re gonna scar him and take him to a strip club,” Belphegor smirks, knowing he just started a war.

“I WOULD NEVER, COME HERE YOU BRAT,” both of them in demon forms chasing each other around the house and screaming.

Suddenly everyone hears a child’s laughter and looks at the blond who had barely even smiled since arriving.

“We can try to do everything you guys want to show me,” Luke smiles. Everyone lets out a sigh of relief seeing that Luke was feeling more comfortable around them. “Um, question though… how do I go in and out of my… demon form?”

“HAH that’s easy, just relax and let the GREAT Mammon teach ya!”

“Mammon, not yet. Luke, I will teach you, but we need to wait a bit longer or else the pain of transforming will be unbearable for you,” Lucifer looked down at the disappointed boy.

“Oh, ok.”

“Don’t look so gloomy Fid-LUKE JEEZ LOUISE- there's a lot the GREAT Mammon can teach ya in the mean time!” Mammon stands up with a cocky smile, hands on his hips. “Think of me as ya new master and you are my apprentice!”

“NO do not think of him like that he will make you do his dirty work,” Satan says, hitting Mammon in the stomach.

“Thank you,” Luke looks at Lucifer, “thank you for taking me in, I-I know we don’t have the best past and I was super rude towards demons during the exchange program but-but I’m trying to change for you guys! Thank you!” Luke bows his head, tears falling down his cheeks. The knowledge that he can never go back to the way he was bringing on more tears, but they didn’t mind. They’d been through the same process. So silently they all comforted him and welcomed him into their home with open arms.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luke #obey me angst #obey me angst hc #obey me angels #om luke #om! swd #om! luke #obey me angst oneshot #obey me fluff #obey me fluff hc #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me oneshot #obey me imagines #sad obey me imagines #obey me imagine

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softcallofdutyimagines · 4 years ago

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The crew with their soulmate headcannons

Ok, to make it up to y'all for the angst yesterday, here's a response to the death by broken heart post 😌

This one goes out to @smokeywhalee since I've had her crying for the past like three posts 💀💀😂 I also snuck in a little something to the Weaver one for @direwolfspostsrandomshit and I specifically 😌💅🏻

No warnings, just a very long post and lots of fluff lol

Adler

You two met when he was still young, before he even joined the CIA

Back when he was a goofy, carefree kid who didn't know better

You've been with him through so much by now, that he knows he can always count on you when something's bothering him

There's no one he trusts more in the whole world

Adler knew you were the one around the time he got his scars

He thought for sure you'd leave him, thinking he looked like some kind of monster with half his face bandaged and bloodied like it is

But when he came home from the hospital, you were so overjoyed to see him again, it's like the bandages weren't even there

You kissed his face and helped him clean and dress the stitches and cuts everyday until they healed

With you there to give him all that affection, he's never let his scars make him feel any less then handsome

Of course, it doesn't hurt that you remind him often

Even now, he never tires of you kissing his scars

Hudson

You and Hudson met in college, back when he was a shy, nerdy outcast

It's not like you were exactly popular, but you at least had some social circles to run in

He never thought someone like you would even look twice at someone like him, but...

He's been wrong before

One day you decided to give him a chance, maybe just see what his story is, and you've never looked back since

Hudson's life path calls for the utmost secrecy for nearly everything, and you've lost contact with a handful of people because of it

But you've never complained

If anything, you consider it their loss for losing you

That's how Hudson knew you were the one

You have an undefeatable, never give up attitude and can find the silver lining in just about everything you put your mind to

And of course... You indulge him in his love of head rubs

It's you and his best kept secret of all

Lazar

You've known each other since you were just kids

For him, it was puppy love at first sight, and he was crushing hard before he knew it

But... He was always insecure about his weight, being a bit chunky as a kid and all

He was afraid of rejection because of it

A shame really, since you would've loved him no matter what

But as fate would have it, you stayed friends all the way up until highschool where sports had him shedding weight like crazy

All the fluctuation has left him with stretch marks, some loose skin, and a belly pouch, but luckily growing up gave him enough confidence to make up for it

He asked you to the senior dance your last year of highschool, and later that night you shared your first kiss behind the bleachers outside

You were his first kiss ever

Lazar always knew you were the one

You've been his closest friend and biggest supporter since you were kids on a playground

He just wanted to make himself feel worthy of you first

No one else makes him feel as comfortable in his skin as you do, and only you are allowed the special honor of touching his body

A gift you exercise frequently when you cuddle him at night

Mason

Alex didn't meet you until after Vietnam and the whole... brainwashing business

After trying and trying for years only to end up with an ever growing list of failed relationships, he just assumed he was too damaged to love

Besides, he's getting a bit older now... Maybe he's just not meant to find someone

Or so he thinks

He meets you randomly in public, on an ordinary day in an ordinary place

You two happen to hit a conversation and it just keeps going and going...

Until finally you exchange numbers and begin seeing each other more frequently

And that's when Alex knows you're the one, he can just... feel it deep down

But it isn't until one, vulnerable night, when he tells you about his past and the war and.... Well, everything, that he knows for sure

With so much fear being pushed about the Russian threat and all that, he thought for sure the knowledge that he's been a brainwashed sleeper agent once would scare you away

It was a shock for sure, but... You aren't afraid of him, in fact, you feel sympathetic for his plight of anything

Alex doesn't need your sympathy, mind, but he is thankful for the empathy

That's all he wants, really

That, and someone who'll hold him through the nightmares at night

Looks like he lucked out there too :)

Park

She met you as a fellow agent through MI6

Things were purely professional for a looooong time

But she must admit though, you're quite charismatic, cunning, and frankly?

Adorable

Helen's not quite sure when the joking, friendly flirting turned serious but...

She's glad for it

You ask her out on a date first and things go well

More then well

She doesn't kiss and tell, but let's just say... She knows you're the one

You always have her back on the field and off

You're her closest friend and confident

She's breaking the rules by cluing you in on the goings on with the hunt for perseus and all, but there's no one here she trusts more for feedback and brainstorming

But it's probably a good thing you're not in the safehouse, considering you almost killed someone after the skyhook debacle

She rolls her eyes at your fussing, but you swear to never let her go again

And you know what? Park may not show it, but she loves how much you care for her

Perseus

He met you back in the ussr, when he still looked like his picture

You two grew close in your service to the government, and you were one of the first people he trusted to try and recruit for his operation

When you didn't even hesitate to say yes, that's when he knew you were the one

You've already proven yourself and impressed him with your wit and integrity in your service to the ussr

In fact, few have ever stood out to him in such a way as you have

All he needed to know was if you trusted him and truly believed in a better future

Many are jelous to see you running around with the exceptionally handsome man, but perseus was never one to get hung up on looks

However, he's glad you enjoy his appearance as much as you do his mind

Together, you raise hell for the capitalists, bringing a true biting edge to the cold war threat

In return for your loyalty, he does all he can to keep you a secret, both as his lover and his accomplice

If anything happened to you like what happened to Bell...

He would take the fight to your captors himself

And they wouldn't stand a chance...

Weaver

He met you through working in Requiem

You're one of the strike team operators, but you spend a fair amount of time talking with the consultants and himself back at base

Weaver finds you a little intimidating, but in a good kind of way

Sort of how he use to be back in the day

When he realizes he may or may not have a little thing for you, he suddenly becomes very shy

He's afraid to try and make a move on you because surely rejection would be the only outcome?

After all, he's way too far past his prime by now, missing an eye and slowly letting himself fall out of shape

It's a mess

So why haven't you just moved on from him yet...?

Doctor Grey seems strangely invested in this little one sided romance, so with a bit of help, he manages to ask you out for coffee

The last thing he expected was for you to say yes

It's not until the day that you almost don't make it back to base that he realizes how very much you mean to him

Weaver stays with you as frequently as he can while you recover and can often be found cuddling you in your med bay bed (bc why the hell not?) or at home

He has to pull back a little on visiting you in the med bay however

He's starting to get teased for how much he loves all the head pets, jaw scratches, and tummy rubs you give him while you're bored and resting

Carver has now begun addressing him as "Fido" with no end in sight

Woods

He meets you out at the marine base he spends all his time at

It was one of the many occasions that he was doing target practice at the range, and he today he's caught you watching him

At first he honestly didn't think much of it, but of course he took the opportunity to show off a little

He succeeded in managing to lure you over with his skills, where you came to stroke his ego a bit

For that, he offers to show you some pointers and before either of you know it, target practice together becomes a regular occurance

From there, anything more social is up to you to initiate

He's a bit taken aback when you invite him out to do something off base sometime, but... He accepts

Once out of his element, he's like a whole other person

You're surprised to find that he's a lot more shy and little more warm towards you

You find it adorable

That starts the slippery path to how he knows you're the one

You're the only person he truly feels like he can be himself with

Everyone else expects the hardened sargent, and while that is still him...

He never feels like he has an opportunity to share his softer side

You can never complain about being cold or lonely with him around

Frank loves nothing more then cuddling with you whenever and wherever he can

Not only is it just, well, nice, to have the human contact, but it makes him feel like he gets to protect you

And nothing makes him happier then to see you safe :)

#black ops cold war #call of duty #russell adler x reader #frank woods x reader #jason hudson x reader #helen park x reader #eleazar azoulay x reader #lazar x reader #perseus x reader #grigori weaver x reader #alex mason x reader

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thunder-at-dawn · 3 years ago

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October 4th

word count: 958

prompt: jack o’ lanterns

summary: niki and jack are not good at carving pumpkins. however, they might be even worse at naming them.

this duo is growing on me :} rocketduo my beloved <3

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

Niki definitely didn’t think she was doing this right.

She sat at the table, knife in hand, looking at the lopsided face staring back at her. She and Jack had decided to decorate for the fall season, and a staple of that decoration was the classic jack o’ lantern. The only problem was that a part of the way through the process, she realized she had no clue what she was doing.

“Uh, Niki?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think I’m doing this right.”

Jack, who was sitting on her right at the small table, looked at his pumpkin in confusion. He set his knife down, turning around his pumpkin. The eyes were uneven and lopsided, and the smile was wobbly and wiggly.

“It doesn’t look that bad… better than mine, certainly.” Niki shrugged.

“Oh really?” Jack asked, skeptical.

Niki looked at the face of her pumpkin, which didn’t even look like a face at this point. It was supposed to be a cat, but her carving had strayed far from the task at hand. The whiskers were way too thick, one of them was going through the right eye, and the mouth was currently a sad-looking triangle. She turned the pumpkin around to show Jack, who let out a small, surprised gasp.

“Oh my god.” The words rushed out of him before he could stop, and he put a hand over his mouth. Silence passed between them, and Niki instantly figured out what Jack wanted to do.

“You’re allowed to laugh.” She said, breaking the silence. Once granted permission, small snickers sputtered out of Jack, and they grew into soft laughter.

“What- Whahat hahappehened?!” He asked, guestering to Niki’s pumpkin.

“I-I don’t know! I was just trying to make a cat face!”

“Doho whihiskehers nohormahally goho throhouhugh the eye lihike thahat?!”

“Jack!”

Jack laughed harder, throwing his head back, and Niki just had to smile. She knew he was just messing around with her, it was common for them. Jack calmed down from his fit of laughter, still giggling a little as he took a deep breath.

“We are sohoho bad at this.” He chuckled.

“They aren’t bad, they’re just unique.” Niki said, looking at the two pumpkins side by side. She then gasped, looking at Jack. “We need to give them names!”

“Really? Is that necessary?”

“It is necessary!” She insisted, ideas running through her head. What kind of name would be given to a somewhat-cat-pumpkin-thing.

“…I think Fido would be a nice name.” Niki thought aloud. Jack couldn’t stop himself from laughing, earning a smile from her.

“IhiHIsn’t Fihido a dohog’s nahahame?!” He asked, holding his stomach.

“Not necessarily! I’m certain there are plenty of cats in the world named Fido.” Niki said, smirking a small bit. “It’s not like you can come up with anything better.”

“Whaha- hey! Uncalled for!” Jack lightly shoved at Niki’s arm, and she did the same in turn, the room filling up with soft laughter.

“I think your pumpkin should be named Giggles. That way, you’d both be matching!” Niki teased.

“Oi, no. Shut up.” Jack looked away, his face flushing. “I am not giggly.”

“Yes, you are!”

“I’m not!”

“Not even a little?”

“Nope!”

“Alright, I guess I’ll just have to prove it!” She quickly reached her hand over, lightly squeezing Jack’s knee. He let out a yelp of surprise, pulling it up and nearly banging it on the table.

“Shit! Dohon’t do that!” Jack protested, before realizing what just came out of his mouth.

“Jack… did you just giggle?” Niki grinned widely, knowing her point had just been proven.

“Nope.” He insisted. “No. Absolutely not. I did noHOT-!”

“Looks like someone’s lying!” She grinned, reaching over and holding onto Jack’s side with one hand, and squeezing right above his knee with the other. A loud “FUCK!” escaped his lips, followed by laughter as he sunk down into his seat.

“Awww, look at how giggly you are!” Niki cooed, slipping her hand under his knee and skittering her fingers underneath. His laughter escalated, and he threw his head back, blindly pushing at Niki’s hands.

“ShUHUT uhup!” Jack called out through his laughter. Niki only giggled along, suddenly switching tactics and vibrating fingers in between his ribs. He turned in place, trying to escape, but Niki was just so persistent.

“Nihihiki, quhihit iHIT!” He snickered. She nodded, but before she finished, Niki leaned forward and blew a raspberry on the side of his neck. Jack scrunched up his shoulders, sinking down in his seat as she pulled away.

“What was that about not being giggly?” Niki asked sweetly.

“Oh, fuck off!” He said in turn, and the two of them laughed.

“I think we should stick with Giggles for your pumpkin’s name. Or Puddle, since that’s what you just turned into.” She giggled, her lips taking the form of a smirk.

“Or I could name it Jack Manifold Junior.” He chuckled, adjusting so he was sitting up straight in his chair once again.

“Fido and Jack Manifold Junior… it… actually had a nice ring to it.” Niki said, looking at the two lopsided pumpkin faces.

“You’re still going with Fido?”

“Mhm! I still think you should name yours Giggles, though.”

“I am not naming it Giggles.”

“I think you should.”

“It’s not happening, Niki.”

“But you’ll be matching!”

“No, we won’t.”

“Oh, do you need me to prove my point again?”

“No Niki, I- Nikihi, I dohOHON’T!”

Jack’s cackles soon filled the room again, accompanied by Niki’s entertained giggles. However, this time, she didn’t expect him to fight back, and squealed when she felt hands digging into her sides.

The two friends were no longer focused on their orange squash companions, but only on the beautiful sound of their combined laughter.

#dawn writes #lee!jack #ler!niki #c!jack #c!niki #dsmp tickle #mcytickletober #this one’s a bit shorter bc i didn’t have many ideas for the prompt lol #⛈ jack: hellboy #🧁 niki: sweet as sugar

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maki-matsurra · 3 years ago

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Fight | Chapter 3: The Real Work Begins (Sam & Max x !Child Reader fanfic)

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The two stared at each other before the teen cleared his throat, showing the child an apple and some water in a plastic red cup.

“I uh… thought you would be hungry and thirsty.” He mumbled, walking in and placing the apple and cup in the desk, (Y/N) watched their every move carefully, backed up in a corner as they watched the kid raise his hands up to show he had nothing else on him. “D-Don’t worry, kid. If everything goes right, you’ll be out of here in no time…” he stuttered, leaving and closing the door behind him with a loud bang and a lock click.

They slowly walked over to the apple and water, smelling it first to see if he put anything it in, they couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary, so they took a small sip, and once they were satisfied with the taste, they took a big gulp, downing it all. They then went to the apple, feeling it around and looking at it to see if there was any holes or slits in it, there was not. So they began to eat it all as well.

Once they were finished, they moved back down to the hole they found, and tried to think of ways to make it bigger.

They soon settled on crawling underneath the desk again and just kicking the boards off. They held their breath as they kicked one of the loose boards, cringing at the sound and looking at the door, waiting for the teen to come back and apprehend them.

But after 30 seconds passed,

Nobody came.

So they got back to work, kicking off more boards until they started to run out of stamina and light, as the sun was now setting. The hole look a bit bigger that they could fit their head through.

Looks like they would have to spend the night here… for the second night in a row.

They moved the chair over to somewhat cover the hole and went over to their backpack, curling up in the corner on the floor, their bag clutched to their chest.

It still smelled like their papa’s vanilla body spray and their dad’s Axe body spray, their scent. They clutched it tighter, letting more tears flow down their face.

‘I just want to go home…’

“Come on, sweetie, the must be something you can tell us, anything.” Savannah reasoned, showing her a very kind smile, but Maya just stared blankly at their hands in their lap.

She sighed. “Sweetie-“

“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers…” Maya mumbled.

“Which is good, yes. But I’m not a stranger to you, I’m a police officer, who just wants to bring your best friend home. But I need your help with that.”

Maya shook her head, making the agent sigh and get up from her seat across from the little girl. Sam and Max watched from their office doorway, Sam was leaned up against it with his arms crossed as Max took a seat near it,

“She’s not gonna talk, and it’s getting late, we should just call her mother back up here and try again tomorrow.”

“You’re just giving up on her? That easily?” Sam raised an eyebrow, causing her to scoff. “If you haven’t noticed, ‘Fido’, she’s pretty tight lipped and won’t ‘talk to strangers’. And you don’t want to stress out kids too much, especially ones that’s been witness to kidnappings.”

Sam growled at that nickname, about to say something snarky back, until he noticed Max dust himself off and walk over to Maya, Savannah turned to try and grab him, but as she missed his shoulder, all she could say was; “Wait, no!”

“Heyy Maya! You wanna color some coloring pages with me?” The lagomorph questioned with a smile, making Maya look up at him, and with a long pause, let out a small nod.

This made him go to his desk and open it, searching around for something and muttering to himself. He soon pulled out a simple pack of crayons and a coloring book.

The agent watched in shock as they started to color on Sam’s desk, she looked back at the dog to see if he was seeing what she was, and he just gave her this cocky smirk, watching the lagomorph make Maya giggle some as he tried to mess with her colorings jokingly.

“So… Maya, can I ask you a question? No pressure or anything.”

“…Yes.”

“Great! So uh… what did the car look like that stopped by you and (Y/N)?”

She hummed for a minute, before flipping to a new page of the coloring book and picked out a red crayon, drawing a long round rectangle with wheels, and showed it to the lagomorph, Sam soon walked over as well, eyeing the drawing. “That looks almost like a…”

“1967 Volkswagen Deluxe…” Sam finished for him, making the agent raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were into cars.”

“You never asked.” He mumbled and glared back at her before looking back to Maya.

“Did you see what the stranger looked like?” Max question, making her pause and place the coloring book back down on the desk, hesitating.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember, that’s okay.” Max comforted, she soon shook her head and picked out a brown crayon and started drawing once again, showing the two.

“…A man? A man took (Y/N)? Do you know how old?”

“…He said something about a high school.”

The husbands looked back at each other, a look of confusion and concern on their faces. Sam soon sighed and picked Maya up. “You did so well today Maya. Let’s get you back to your Mama.”

“Wait! Here you go Mr. Max.” She held the coloring book out to him, he shook his head. “Nah, you keep it. For being such an awesome and brave little girl today.”

That made her smile and clutch the book to her chest and rest her head on Sam’s shoulder as he walked past Savannah and downstairs.

“How.. did you know that would work?” She questioned, looking at the lagomorph.

“She wouldn’t talk to you cause she didn’t know you. She knows us. (Y/N) and her had many sleepovers at our house.” Max shrugged as he walked pass the agent, leaving her shocked.

“So, so far, we got that it’s a teenager with brown hair that drives a red uh… a…” She snapped her fingers and pointed at Sam. “A 1967 Volkswagen Deluxe.”

“A 1967 Volkswagen Deluxe. That… narrows it down a little I guess.”

“They’re also most likely drug dealers. Sam got a trace of weed in the track’s scent.”

“Maybe, but if it’s weed you smelled, they could have been under the influence. Which makes this teen’s case even worse since even though weeds been legalized here in New York, you would have to be 21 to smoke it legally.”

“Meaning we’re looking about a brown haired teenager being between 16-19?” Sam questioned as he wrote this down in a case file at his desk, Max and Savannah having their own as well.

“…Yes that’s correct.” She mumbled from the couch in their office. Sighing as she let her hair down from it’s tight ponytail and rubbed her fingers through her hair. It was currently 1:04 in the morning, and the three were very very tired.

She soon opened her blue eyes again and looked at the two, placing her pen down in her file. “…Mind if I ask you two a personal question?”

“Why? You gonna put it in your suspects notes?” Max glared at her, making her chuckle quietly. “No, no, actually just curious.”

“…Shoot.”

“…What made you guys want to adopt a child? Especially in your line of work?”

The two looked at each other again, not knowing what to say or explain before looking back the agent. Sam cleared his throat before putting down his fountain pen. “Well… I think it was after our… 12th marriage?“

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Wait, wait, wait… 12th?! You’ve guys been married 12 times?!”

“Actually, 14.”

“Why so many times?!”

Sam smiled at that. “Cause every time I see Max come down that aisle with a new dress or suit on, I can’t help but want to relive that moment over and over again. But we soon ran out of money to do that sort of thing so we decided to stop at 14.”

“Wow… okay… so back to my original question…”

“Right, right, right. Okay, so after our 12th marriage, we realized we were… missing something in our lives, so we decided to head to the adoption center to get a kid… that’s when we found (Y/N).”

“They were the most shyest kid in the whole place, yet, but they were so damn cute, we had to get them out of that place.” Max smiled.

“Then, that’s when we raised them to be the sprightly, little bundle of joy today…” Sam chuckled sadly, both of them look down, causing the agent smile softly at their story. “Sounds like they have a good life.”

“Yeah…” Sam cleared his throat. “You got a kid?”

“Well… yes… one on the way…”

The two paused, looking at her, before their eyes widened. “What?!”

“You’re fucking pregnant?!” Max gawked at her.

“Oh my god, no way…”

“B-But you’re so skinny! Where’s the baby weight?!”

“Oh my god this is Sybil all over again.”

“Guys, relax.” She laughed, waving her hand around. “I just found out like, last week. I’m not too far into my pregnancy yet.”

“What about your husband? Does he know you’re here out in the field?”

“Well, yeah. He’s understanding of it.”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t believe you’re pregnant.”

“Well believe it.” She chuckled, letting the air grow silent. “We… should really get back on the case… shouldn’t we?”

“Yeah… we should…” Sam mumbled.

“…Or we could tell you how our friend Sybil had a child with an Abraham Lincoln statue.”

“Okay, this I gotta hear.” She chuckled, smiling at this. This lead the three getting to know each other while working on the case to bring (Y/N) home.

Not knowing the horrors they would have tomorrow.

#sam and max freelance police #sam & max #freelance husbands #sam and max #matsurrawrites #fight fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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empty-dream · 3 years ago

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86 ep 19-20 rambling

As expected this is kinda like a calm in the storm (particularly for ep 20) but even in those I have so many things to scream talk about.

I love that the first minute is the squadron stunned with Grethe's decision to be a bait for the Legion. Like I said, this is the first time someone fight with them and sacrifice for them, instead of simply sacrificing them.

Holy fucking shit Morpho is scary. Kiriya's repeating "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!" is blood-curling.

And this shit is scarier. I didn’t expect the previous one was a bait and the current one is on the highly advantageous place. Love the tension in here so much.

Ernst' entire speech is the highlight of this episode, really. I made a gif of it because it's such a powerful scene (And I gif all scenes that I like so there is that too). Yes, that is a noble ideal, a just and right one, and world peace can happen if someone in power can enforce that. But try putting your shoes in the other military officers, the common ones. The harsh reality is that conditions like that happen, and an ideal where everyone can -must- be saved would cost too much and bring too little. People who are hardened by that bitter daily decisions will see such ideal as far-etched. Yet Ernst believes so much in that ideal that he can say something like that without missing a beat. The novel even emphasizes that it's amazing he can believe wholeheartedly in an ideal that sounds like a dream. In the first place, if I remember the novel correctly, it wasn't even his in the first place (I'm assuming it's his wife's for now.) And it makes me think, if dude is an antagonist, if the antagonist has a mind of steel like this, fuck we're screwed. And guess what, villains have something they believe in so much as well, to the point they commit attrocites in the name of it. Perhaps what differs good and evil is ultimately just which side has the bigger population that will be benefited if they win. Everything else like convictions and ideals might as well be the same.

They both look incredibly unhinged but it’s kind of unnerving to see the protagonist looking smug and the antagonist being furious.

This was actually more chaotic in my mind when I read the novel lol. I mean, even the 86 are stunned to see the mercenaries’ battle cries. I still don’t get why the anime doesn’t at least mention once about Vargus.

Wew I had guessed that Kiriya would look sweet originally, being a Nouzen and all. But I didn't expect the hair antennae lol.

Lol I thought Shin uses this mark simply because he copies Rei's Dullahan mark pose lol. Did Rei use his because he knew the Nouzen's history?

Oh so that's what happened... What an awkward office romance. But this is the first time I see Willem genuinely caring about something under no pretense at all.

God the ‘nya’ in this scene is stupid funny. I feel sorry for Fido. And I miss Theo’s screaming.

I love this scene. The fated two best friends bickering. Raiden's VA Seiichirou Yamashita said he thinks of Raiden as a side character and I think that's a bit sad lol. For me this scene is where Raiden is NOT a side character but a person who has been with Shin the longest and who has both the right and the will to call him out of his callous acts.

LOL THEO.

:''( I love everytime they focus on Anju, they show her long, some part Alba hair. I can only imagine how harsh her life was. Honestly I don't know how I'd live with a scar like that.

I had my suspicions but I was still stunned that this would actually be addressed. Half the time Kurena talks about Shin, it sounds like she's idolizing him and sees him for what his role is and not what he really is. Sure, she's smitten with him as well, with his pretty look and strength and attitude and quiet kindness. But I won't lie, I think there is this part of her that loves the ideal of him instead of him.

WOW POINT BLANK LOLOLOL imagine getting dissed like this by a 10 years old.

When Frederica talks about the sea, I was like "WAIT A MINUTE DIDN'T EUGENE SAY-" And frick Shin's facial gestures. I love how the studio always animate Shin's small facial gestures like frowns or shaking lips or fluttering eyes. For a dude that talks little and don't emote all that much, small stuff like that really helps to show that Shin is humane.

There are parts in the novel (not in this scene, it’s just obvious enough as it is) where he keeps imagining Eugene and that’d be much more fucked up that it already is in the anime.

When Anju talks about the sea of ice, I was immediately like "WAIT A MINUTE ISN'T EP10-" Yeah that's how deep the scar from ep10 left is for me.

This. This for me is the culmination of everything he feels from ep1 and beyond. He is lonely. People keep dying before him and he keeps going while carrying everyone's pieces (re: lives) with him. The only reason he could survive so long is because he needs to finish Rei off. And when that's done, he lost any reason to move forward but still he has to go on aimless he may be. See how he keeps clutching to Rei’s piece for comfort. Then Eugene also dies. Followed by San Magnolia falling apart and for all he knows, Lena, the one person he could leave his 'piece' to, also leaves him behind. Being hailed as the Reaper sucks hard. The matter with Rei aside, no wonder Shin is like that. Stuff like that changes you. By the end of the episode, I wonder if Shin always thinks of why someone hollow like him gets to live on instead of people who actually have a wish to live for. That's pretty painful.

#86 #eighty six #random saying

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Empire Line (Part 2/3) Newt Scamander x Reader

Warnings: angst. Yeah loooooook I’m sorry…it’s been a rough year

Summary: Newt has been in love with you since your second year at Hogwarts. You have been in love with Newt for nearly as long. You’re both ridiculously oblivious and you think he has feelings for Tina. Will Newt set the record straight before he loses you for good? (Newt for present day Newt and other Newt in italics for future Newt)

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader, Reader x OC (super brief) A/N: This is part 2- and actually the first part I ever wrote of this story when I was feeling particularly angsty. Sorry Newt ☹

Title: Empire Line by The National – this band has saved my life honestly . Love u 5 sad dads

Taglist (I LOVE YALL): @auror-lovie @moonkissk7 @sagittarius-flowerchild @fishdonttouch @cal-ifornication @haileygarciasunshine @cherryobx @swiftspaperings @tillyreads

“Alistair’s moving to South America to research the flora and fauna over there.”

Newt only blinked back at you dumbly, so you spoke up again.

“I said I’d go with him.”

“Newt?” You called his name when he just stood there staring at you wordlessly.

He blinked a few times slowly and his eyes focused back on you, though he was still dazed “sorry what?”

“I said, I’m moving to South America. Alistair asked me to go with him. We leave in a month” You repeated yourself slowly, looking at Newt in concern when he still didn’t respond.

There was a ringing in Newt’s ears as he stood in front of you, gaping at you like a fish out of water. A month. You were leaving in a month.

“Newt,” you reached out towards him and Newt suddenly jumped into action, dodging your touch.

“Oh wow!...that’s great Y/N, I’m really happy for you.” He managed to muster up a fake bright smile and a believable tone despite the way his heart was threatening to shatter in his chest.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at his enthusiastic response and you couldn’t help but feel a little put out that he was seemingly so excited for you to leave.“Thanks.” You paused “so what did you have to tell me?”

Newt managed to keep the smile plastered onto his face as he looked back at you “oh, just that the baby occamies finally hatched,” he said without missing a beat.

It wasn’t a complete lie because it was true- the occamies had hatched. It just wasn’t what he’d been meaning to tell you, but he knew now he’d lost his chance and he needed to remove himself before he completely crumbled in front of you.

So, he clapped his hands, causing you to startle slightly “right! I should get to bed now. I just wanted to tell you about the occamies. I’ll see you in the morning.” He spoke rapidly, not looking at you once before he was practically sprinting to his room and slamming the door behind him just as the first tear fell from his eyes.

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Several weeks had passed now and everything had continued on as usual between you and Newt.

It had been a little tense and awkward the day after you’d broken the news to Newt but when you’d wrapped him up in a tight hug the following night he couldn’t help but melt and realise he didn’t want to spend your last few weeks together moping around and avoiding you.

So he continued on treating you like he usually would, blissfully denying all knowledge of you leaving him at the end of the month.

You were due to leave in exactly one week now and Newt was in the kitchen fixing himself a cup of tea after breakfast. He felt his stomach drop when he noticed the empty spot on the window sill where you usually kept some of your framed photos on display. You had already started packing your possessions away slowly but surely.

He sighed sadly to himself as he stared at the window ledge, looking up when you appeared beside him, grasping his arm.

“Hey, I was thinking we could go for a picnic by the lake today? For old times sake.” You suggested with a soft smile.

Newt turned to face you, shaking his head with an apologetic smile “I’d love to but I’m meeting with the owner of Flourish and Blotts today about stocking my book.”

“Oh! No Newt that’s wonderful!” You gushed, smiling brightly at him and he only felt more miserable realising he only had a week left of seeing that smile.

“Oh, don’t look so down, we can just go tomorrow. Go and sell your book!” You grasped his shoulders, bouncing on your heels excitedly “you can tell me all about it when you get back.”

The pure excitement on your face managed to pull him from his sour mood and he soon found himself smiling back at you. “Okay picnic tomorrow,” he nodded, laying his hands over your arms as you were still gripping his shoulders.

The both of you stood there for a few moments in each other's arms, gazing back at one another. Newt was the first to look away, clearing his throat as he glanced down at his watch “I better go. I’ll be back before dinner.”

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Not much later he found himself wandering down Diagon Alley with his case in hand. He’d made good time, so he decided to stop in at some of the other shops in search of a farewell gift for you.

A set of earrings caught his eye and he was busy trying to see the price of them as his case began to rattle in his hand. He looked down just in time to see the unmistakable flurry of dark fur that was his Niffler, bolting across the street.

“Get back here!” Newt groaned, fixing the loose clasp on his case before he dashed after the creature, wondering what on earth had caught his attention over the jewellery store he’d just left behind.

He groaned again when he saw the Niffler scurrying into what appeared to be a tiny shop selling nothing but mirrors and he quickly followed after the creature.

“Merlin,” Newt breathed out when he was in the shop, feeling disoriented when he was standing in the middle of a room that held what must have been hundreds of mirrors in all different shapes and sizes along the walls.

He saw absolutely no sign of the Niffler, in fact there was absolutely no movement in the shop save for himself and the faint trail of what he assumed was incense swirling above his head.

“Ah you must be the Magizoologist, I‘ve been expecting you. A couple months late but nevertheless, welcome my boy.”

Newt spun around when he heard a rugged voice, tipping his head aside with furrowed brows when he saw a complete stranger standing before him. It was tall and slim elderly man with long, scraggly white hair and disarmingly blue eyes.

“I’m sorry?” Newt frowned as the man walked towards him. “I don’t believe we’ve met…” He trailed off and his eyes widened as the strange man grasped his face in his palms, inspecting him closely.

“...yet you seem to know me…”, Newt squeaked, standing stock still as the man continued to look him over. He knew he probably should have been running from the strange man, or at the very least should have felt some shred of concern or discomfort but the man had a strangely welcoming aura about him.

“Yes. Newton Artemis Fido Scamander!” The man suddenly burst out, causing Newt to flinch slightly “You may call me Janus, if you so wish. I will also respond to Mr.Galloglass, sometimes even Mr.G but let’s not get ahead of ourselves shall we?”, Mr. Galloglass said, patting Newt a few times on the cheek with a wry smile before he finally released him from his hold.

Mr. Galloglass swiftly turned away from Newt, his long tweed coat swishing behind him as he began inspecting a particular row of mirrors “I believe you’ve lost something yes? Your little echidna looking thing. Such cheeky little creatures those ones are. I suppose he’s not the reason you’re late to see me though,” the old man rambled on as he continued to inspect the mirrors.

Newt was still stood frozen on the spot as he stared at the eccentric old man, wondering what on earth he was rambling on about and how he knew who he was. He was about to ask him exactly that when Mr.Galloglass suddenly rushed over to him again.

He yanked Newt’s left hand into his own causing Newt to grunt in surprise. Galloglass lifted it close to his face and began inspecting his palm with wide eyes. “What on ear-“

“Ah! You’re at an Empire Line young man”, he exclaimed, looking up at Newt and then back down at his palm, raising his eyebrows “no correction! You’re on an Empire Line that is juuuuust about to split.”

Newt felt his frustration bubbling to the surface when Mr. Galloglass only made less and less sense but then something behind the man caught his eye. He let out a breath of realisation when he spotted the crystal ball that was sat atop the small table in the adjoining room.

“You’re a seer?” Newt cut in, looking back at the man quizzically.

“Like my father and grandfather before me,” Mr. Galloglass confirmed, thrusting Newt into the adjoining room without any warning until he stood in front of the biggest mirror in the entire shop. It was about a foot taller than Newt and it had a dark ornate frame.

“In you go!”, Mr. Oldridge pushed Newt towards the mirror but Newt resisted, looking back at the man in the murky reflection in utter confusion and mild alarm “what?!”

“You want to know what an Empire Line is and besides, that’s where your Niffler ran off to. You know what they say- there’s no time like the present!”

He cackled at his own joke and pushed Newt forward again with much more force this time and Newt staggered forward, trying to catch himself on the mirror instinctively and yelping when he only fell through the surface.

And as he fell through it the mirror he suddenly recalled the words of his brother.

“...You need to tell her before you have to watch her move on with someone who can never love her like you do...”

Newt gasped when he stumbled to his feet and he was miraculously standing by the doorway inside of a huge cathedral.

The first thing he noticed was the rows and rows of people packed into the stalls, his eyes then taking in the floral arrangements that sat on the end of each row.

It must be a wedding.

It was incredibly loud, he realised because the organ was blaring what must have been the processional. He fidgeted anxiously as he took in his surroundings and he only grew more confused when he spotted a rather grim looking Theseus standing in the front row of stalls by the altar of the church.

His brother's gaze seemed to be transfixed on the front of the church and Newt followed his line of sight, his eyes widening and jaw dropping when he saw HIMSELF standing at the front of the church dressed in a fancy suit.

What on earth was happening?

What did Galloglass mean by an Empire Line?

Was he seeing his future?

His eyes quickly scanned the line of people this other version of himself was standing beside, realising he didn’t recognise a single one of the groomsmen.

There was a complete stranger standing where the Groom would traditionally stand and Newt furrowed his brows. What was he doing at a strangers wedding?...he realised though that he did recognise a fair few of the guests sat on the same side as Theseus.

He spun around when the bridal party began to enter the cathedral and his eyes widened when he caught sight of Tina and Queenie all dressed up and walking gracefully down the carpeted aisle.

“Tina...Queenie!” he waved at the sisters, trying desperately to catch their attention and frowning when they didn’t notice him at all.

He recognised the next woman in the processional as Mona, your childhood friend followed by your sister and Newt began to notice the dread settling in his stomach.

He had a niggling feeling that no one could see or hear him in this strange reality he’d been tossed into and his suspicions were proven correct just a minute later.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as the guests all turned to face the entrance of the cathedral in anticipation.

He turned to face the doorway too, his ears ringing and his heart pounding when he saw you enter the church in a huge white gown. The veil you wore was completely obscuring your face but he knew it was you.

“Y/N”, he called out, reaching for you instinctively and only growing more distressed when his hand passed through your arm. You clearly couldn’t see him. No one could see or hear him and he felt tears well in his eyes as he watched you make your way down the aisle towards the unknown man.

The other Newt had a small smile plastered on his face but it didn’t meet his eyes as he watched you stop in front of the groom, letting the other man take your hands. It was clear to see that he was dying inside.

It was like his own personal hell. Everything was wrong.

Firstly, why were you getting married in a church? You weren’t religious and you’d always told him how you wanted to be married outdoors in a small garden ceremony.

Why were there white roses everywhere? You loved vibrant colours and despised roses.

The floral arrangements weren’t anything like you would usually choose and that dress was nothing like any dress you’d ever worn before.

You looked...out of place and he was certain it wasn’t just because it should have been him stood where the groom was. He had admittedly fantasised about what it might be like to marry you one day and this ceremony was clearly the polar opposite in every single respect.

Nothing made sense. You weren’t visibly brimming with joy like you would normally be when you were excited. Usually your excitement was infectious but here you looked like a robot. Even Tina and Queenie looked concerned standing beside you.

And the groom. Newt swallowed thickly as he took him in properly, his stomach churning at the smarmy and almost smug smile the man wore.

The ceremony carried on for what felt like hours and Newt resigned himself realising there was nothing he could do to stop it. Here he was just a fly on the wall. He had to look away when the groom tipped you back, planting a firm kiss on your lips and clutching you against himself as the guests applauded and the other groomsmen cheered.

The last thing he noticed was the look of utter defeat on the other Newt’s face before his surroundings rapidly changed.

He gasped when the room suddenly morphed around him and he was now standing inside a hospital room, seeing you looking tired and worn out in a hospital bed. You were clutching a tiny baby in your arms with the other Newt by your side, watching you in concern.

He watched as you looked up at the other Newt, taking his hand tiredly “thank you for being here...I don’t think I could have done this on my own”, you murmured. He watched this slightly older version of himself squeeze your hand and bend down to drop a kiss to the top of your head “I will always be here when you need me...but he really should have been here, Y/N.”

“Oh Newt, you know he’s on a business trip. It’s fine.” you said quietly, looking down at the baby in your arms as he watched the other Newt clench his jaw in response. He found himself mirroring the action.

Your husband wasn’t here with you for the birth of your baby?

What kind of man had you gone and married?

You looked so tired and sad and not at all like the Y/N, he knew and loved.

Newt was broken from his musings when a nurse entered the room and he took one last look at the look of sad resignation on your face before the room suddenly shifted around him again.

This time he was thrown into a chair at a large dining table and he blinked a few times, gripping the table to steady himself. Now he was sitting across from you and the other Newt watching as you poured him a cup of tea, a young toddler hugged to your side.

Some time had clearly passed because you were both a little older and he assumed the child in your arms was the same baby from just before. You were still breathtakingly beautiful but now you looked frail, the smile never quite reaching your eyes as you spoke with your friend over tea.

And he could tell from the way the other Newt was staring at you, hanging off your every word that he was still just as in love with you even though you’d married and started a family with someone else.

“Y/N, where is he? From your letters...it sounds like he’s always alway.”

You laughed bitterly and looked away from the other Newt, turning the wedding band on your finger shakily “He’s probably off screwing his assistant.”

Newt felt his blood run cold and he opened his mouth to talk before he realised that you couldn’t see him and the other Newt looked completely affronted as he set his tea cup down with too much force, shattering the saucer on the table.

“He’s cheating on you!?”, he asked, his voice high and strained as he quickly cleared up the mess he’d made, shooing you away when you tried to help. The last thing you needed was to cut your hand open trying to help him.

You watched him fumble around for a few moments before you quickly cast a mending charm on the broken porcelain, sitting back in your chair and shrugging. “Has been for years. Dozens of different women and he thinks I’m too stupid to know. I’ll never be enough for him.” you murmured, blinking back the tears in your eyes as you pressed a kiss to the top of your daughters head.

The other Newt took your hands in his own, looking at you in concern “Y/N you are more than enough. You deserve the world. You deserve someone loyal who will care for you and be there to support you no matter what”, he said passionately, pausing a moment before he murmured.

“Why do you stay with him?”

“Because I want what’s best for her,” you said without hesitation, nodding down at your daughter in your arms as you sniffled slightly “and I’m not getting any younger, Newt. At least he wants me.”

He watched as the other Newt opened his mouth to speak again but you continued talking and what you said next sent both Newt’s into shocked silence.

“You know I was in love with you for the longest time?”, you laughed self deprecatingly as you pulled your hands out of his “I dreamt about being Mrs. Scamander. I always thought you would make the most incredible husband and father.”

“Y/N”, the other Newt breathed, his eyes big and his lips parted but you shook your head before he could say anything more.

“Oh, how things change,” you murmured, wiping your eyes while you held your daughter tight against you in your other arm.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The ringing returned in Newt’s ears as he was abruptly thrust out of the mirror and left sitting on the floor of the shop again. He stared down at his knees in shock as he felt Mr.Galloglass’ hands gripping his shoulders.

“You alright there, son?”, the man asked gruffly as he shook him slightly by the shoulders and Newt jumped to his feet quickly facing the man “I-yes I have to go! I must find the Niffler and leave immediately”, he said, searching around frantically.

He had to go to you.

But Mr. Galloglass grabbed his arm firmly, gesturing back at the mirror that was starting to ripple again “your creature is still in there. I sense the mirror’s not done with you yet my boy.” He murmured, his eyes glazing over with that faraway look again.

“You have more to see before you leave this place.”

The older man pushed Newt firmly towards the mirror again and Newt sucked in a deep breath, closing his eyes tightly as he stepped back through the mirror frame, praying he wasn’t faced with something as horrible again.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

This time as he stepped through the frame Tina’s words popped into his mind.

“You should make the most of all the precious time you have together. Our time is never promised.”

The words seemed rather ominous considering what he’d just seen in his previous venture but as his surroundings became clear he felt a false sense of relief just from the familiarity of it.

This time he found himself standing in his flat in London, facing another Newt again who was sitting at the small dining room table, talking with Pickett.

He seemed to be the same age here but the first thing Newt noticed about the apartment was that all of your belongings were gone. Every single one of your plants that were usually adorning every surface of the flat were gone and it made his chest hurt to think about it.

Did you end up going to South America? Was this his closest reality then?

He watched this other version of himself curiously, noticing how happy he looked as he leant on the table talking to the Bowtruckle who seemed to be just as excited “yes Pickett, she’ll be here tomorrow and we’ll go and meet her at the docks and...and bring her home,” the other Newt murmured, smiling back at Pickett who danced around excitedly.

“Maybe it’s about time I ask her to stay,” he whispered, resting his chin in his palm with a small smile.

Newt looked up from the pair when he heard knocking at the front door, moving towards it on instinct and pausing when he remembered that he was just an onlooker here.

The other Newt got to his feet slowly, his eyebrows drawn together, shaking his head in response to Pickett’s chirping “no she’s not supposed to be here yet...but yes I suppose she could surprise us”.

The idea of you surprising him with an early arrival had him quickly walking to the door with a bright smile. He yanked the door open half expecting it to be you.

“Theseus?”, he frowned, the smile dropping from his face completely when he saw the tears shining in his brother’s eyes and he stepped back when Theseus pushed him into the apartment.

Newt watched the scene before him, the sense of dread settling in his stomach once again. He’d never seen his brother cry before.

“T-Theseus what’s wrong?”, the other Newt stuttered, moving to the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea and freezing when Theseus grabbed his wrist, shaking his head “Newt, sit down.”

“No tell me what’s wrong”, he said, gripping Theseus by the shoulders, watching as his brother blinked hard a few times, furiously rubbing at his eyes a moment later.

“Theseus talk to me.”

Silence.

And then.

“The ship Y/N was on went down last night. Rogue wave.”

Theseus was gutted himself because he loved you like a little sister after the years you’d spent gradually slotting yourself into the Scamander’s lives. But he was truly hurting for his little brother, knowing how this news would break him.

Newt slapped his hand to his mouth, shaking his head furiously as he paced around the apartment trying to see the portal out of this reality and back through the mirror as the other Newt gaped at his older brother, his face gone pale.

“No no no she...she had her wand. She would have found a way out!”

“Newt I’m sorry she didn’t m-‘

“No! She can swim and she’s smart- s—s-she can swim better than me” the other Newt stuttered, his voice cracking as he gripped the back of the chair for support, feeling his legs would give out any moment.

“She didn’t make it, Newt.” Theseus said firmly, wrapping his arms around his younger brother tightly and gripping the back of his head as the first sobs broke through the apartment.

Newt was starting to cry himself, finding it harder and harder to breathe as he listened to the guttural sobs coming from his other self. It felt like the room was closing in on him and his chest was starting to physically ache. He covered his ears and chanted.

“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real,” he kept chanting like a mantra, reminding himself over and over that this was just another reality and that his Y/N was safe and sound at home. In your shared apartment.

He barely noticed the room had morphed around him again until it was quiet and he was standing in his now dark apartment, facing a very disheveled and clearly drunk Newt. There was rubbish littered everywhere and Newt noticed the discarded newspaper with a photo of you and himself on the front page. He skimmed the article, wiping his tears away.

MAGIZOOLOGIST SCAMANDER’s ASSISTANT TRAGICALLY DROWNS IN SHIPWRECK

So, you’d drowned after you’d dropped your wand trying to help a young muggle child onto a life raft. Newt felt his stomach twist at that because it was something you would do.

Why didn’t anyone save you?

He sat down at the table across from the other Newt, burying his face in his hands as he pleaded for the mirror to let him out of this hell scape.

He jumped a bit when Tina and Queenie suddenly appeared in front of him, both of them looking somber as they moved towards the other Newt.

Queenie gripped him by the shoulders gently while Tina pried the bottle of fire-whiskey from his hands

“Newt, honey you’ve got to stop this.”

Queenie practically pleaded, stroking his hair back. She had her own tears threatening to spill because she could hear all the pain and guilt he was feeling.

“It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have stopped it”, she whispered, jumping a bit when he slammed his hand down on the table in response.

“I COULD HAVE STOPPED IT!”, he shouted, his voice hoarse while Newt continued to sit there with his head pressed in his hands, vowing to never let you set foot on a ship without him.

“Newt, nothing can change it now! You need to accept it and move on”, Tina said firmly, pushing her sister aside as she stood in front of him, pulling him to his feet.

“Y/N is gone and she’s never coming back. You need to pull yourself together because you still have a whole case of creatures to care for. Theseus can’t keep taking care of them for you. That man is at his wits end. And Y/N wouldn’t want you moping around like this!”

Newt only looked up when Tina’s ranting finally stopped and he was met with silence. He was now completely alone sitting in front of your tombstone.

It was as if something inside him broke then and he found himself scrambling to his feet and shaking his head frantically when he noticed a bunch of your favourite flowers propped against the stone.

“No no no no no let me out I’ve had enough! Niffler!” He shouted, desperately looking for any way out of the mirror as he grew more and more hysterical.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

He let out a gasp, hunched over and gripping his knees when he was thrust back into the shop. “You!” He shouted, grabbing Mr. Galloglass by his collar.

“Why did you keep me in there so long?!” he practically growled, tears still flowing from his eyes. He felt completely wrecked as he held the man's collar tightly in his grip, trying to get a grasp on his true reality as he stared at the man “tell me where my Niffler is!” he demanded, his eyes wild.

Mr. Galloglass sighed and pulled Newt’s hands away from his collar, smiling apologetically at the young man.

“I don’t have any say in this. Only the mirror can decide what you see and when it’s finished. You obviously have more to learn.”

“NO I do NOT have more to learn!”, Newt snapped, grabbing his case “I’ve seen plenty and I need to go home right now!”

He spotted a familiar flurry of dark fur scurrying by and he set his case down, reaching towards the creature.

“No YOU get back here!” he said , lunging forward when he saw the Niffler, chasing after him once again through the mirror before he could stop himself.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

This time there were no words or phrases echoing in his mind. He was greeted with only silence as he fell on his ass once again into his apartment and he saw you in the kitchen.

You were clearly pregnant and he shook his head as he stood up quickly. He felt the bile rise in his throat as he faced the wall that he had just come through.

“NO LET ME OUT! I am DONE I have seen enough! I have learnt my lesson just let me out!” He shouted, pounding his fists against the wall and letting out a cry of frustration when nothing happened. He begrudgingly turned to face you when you called his name.

This time you looked happy and healthy and Newt wondered if you’d married the same scumbag from the earlier reality. But his heart stopped in his chest when he saw yet another version of himself take you into his arms and press a loving kiss to your lips.

He watched on in utter shock as you kissed this other Newt back with the brightest smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around him.

And Newt wondered if it was possible to be jealous of himself?

He stared at you completely astounded, feeling a warmth blossoming in his chest at the way you were gazing at the other Newt. And the way you had wrapped your body around his, clinging to him like he was your very own life raft.

The room morphed around him much faster than he had hoped and he found himself standing behind the two of you in a baby’s nursery. He watched the two of you kiss the baby in your arms before you set him down in his crib, still holding each other close.

Newt blinked when the room shifted suddenly again and this time he was standing on platform 9 3/4 staring at you standing tucked into the other Newt’s side as you waved your two children off onto the Hogwarts Express.

Newt only felt his chest swell more as he watched the other Newt press a kiss to your temple, his hand coming to rest on your stomach that was round with another baby on the way.

He huffed and closed his eyes when the room started to morph again, this time at super speed showing him flashes of this alternate reality. He couldn’t breathe again but it was for all the right reasons as he watched literally all of his dreams and more unfold before him.

He felt a few tears slip from his eyes when he was left standing still once more.

This time you had both grown old and you were sitting together hand in hand in Newt’s case, watching small children which he assumed to be your grandchildren, running around.

He watched as you tipped your face upwards to press a kiss to the other Newt’s lips and he could just make out you murmuring the words ‘I love you’ before his attention was taken by the Niffler that was bolting towards him.

He quickly crouched down and held his hands out for the creature “come here you!”

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Newt let out a sigh when he was back in the mirror shop, facing Mr. Galloglass once again with the Niffler clutched in his hands. He made quick work of setting the creature back into his case and making sure it was latched properly this time before he turned back to face the mirror. He lay his hand against the cool glass as he took in everything he’d just seen.

He couldn’t even begin to decipher what he was feeling right now because he was simultaneously traumatised by the reality in which you drowned and elated by the prospect of calling you his wife and spending his life with you.

Then he rubbed a hand down his face when he remembered Mr. Galloglass and turned to face the man, hoping to apologise to him for shouting at him but the man just waved his hand dismissively before Newt could talk.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You just go and do what you need to do,” the old man murmured, clapping him on the shoulder firmly before guiding him back out of the shop and Newt turned around to nod at him one last time before he took off down the street with his case in hand.

Finally, all of his fears and all of the worst-case scenarios he’d conjured up in his mind faded into white noise and all that mattered now was telling you of his devotion.

It was settled. He was going to tell you the truth once and for all and nothing was going to stop him. He never even found out what Mr.Galloglass meant by Empire Line.

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Hey guys 💖 Here's Zlatans latest FULL interview with France Football. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did. This was such tasty appetiser before tomorrows main course meal match and start of his new season.

P.S. Please excuse english, it was google translated

Have you ever found your stolen Fido Dido ?

"Not. They stole it and I never saw it again. But maybe it was cosmic justice for all the bikes I stole. It's a pity, it was my favorite bike ... "

If you could find the one who stole it from you now, what would you do to it?

"I would buy him a new one and take mine back."

You devoted a lot of space to that story in your autobiography. Was it a turning point in your life to move from the role of victim to the other side?

"No. I was young and stupid. I did all sorts of things to survive. I needed a bike to ride here and there. When they stole my bike, I started stealing them from others. I did it solely for the reason that I could not afford to buy others. I know it's not a positive story ... But things like that are done to move forward in life, right? ”

What would you steal from football today if you could and give it to little Zlatan ?

"Nothing. I would just tell him to be more patient. And that his hard work will return one day. I worked hard, but I didn’t have the patience. I wanted everything now. "

How did you learn to be patient?

"It's very difficult when you're young. But when you have the experience I have now, learn what patience is. But when you are young and wild, full of various ideas and energy, when you want to discover the whole world and learn everything at once, then it is not easy to be patient. You need to be surrounded by people who have experience, who will calm you down and who will tell you the truth. "

What will be left behind Zlatan Ibrahimovic when he finishes his career?

"I do not know. Something will remain ... If something remains, it means I did a good job. Maybe some of my ideas and thoughts will remain from everything. That you should believe in yourself, that you should have your own personality and that you should not refrain from saying something you think. "

Did you make mistakes?

"I make mistakes every day. I am making a mistake now that I am talking about your newspaper. "

Maybe we're making a mistake talking to you too ...

"I'm kidding ... Mistakes are normal, we make them every day and they help us to be better people. "No one is perfect."

What are you most proud of?

"Everything I did. I come from a place where everyone condemned me and told me that something was impossible. I was constantly told that I was not good enough. And I'm still here. I stand still in my football boots. At 39 years old. And I'm proud of that. "

Could you have done more than this?

"It can always be more and better. It's a question of mentality. "

Even you?

"Every person can do better and more. In my head I always aim for the maximum and I am always convinced that I have given the maximum. Could I have done better, that can be discussed ... "

Do you ever get tired of the attention of the public, journalists, fans, everyone's opinions?

"It's all part of my job. I didn't choose it that way. When you are as good as me, that is inevitable and must be accepted. "

How do you comment on the claims of some that you are a great player in small games?

"Everyone has the right to an opinion and to express it."

Did that bother you when you were younger?

"Not. I used it as a propellant to be as good as possible. I was motivated by such stories. I went forward and looked to never be satisfied. I received all these criticisms in such a way as to ignite the fire in my heart and to extract additional energy from them. "

What do you regret?

"It simply came to our notice then. Do you really think that I would be a better football player if I won all the trophies? "

Not. Even the Brazilian Ronaldo did not win everything ...

"Exactly. Of course, it would be wonderful if I won everything. But that doesn't make me a weaker or better footballer. I like guys who say to me: 'Zlatan, you didn't win the World Cup, you're not a good player'. Okay ... But it's easier to win the World Cup when you're French than when you're Swedish. Let's go back to the Champions League. The longer you wait for it, the sweeter it is. I still have a goal to win it. I won everything but her in club football. But I won't quack even if I don't win it because I've already done a lot more than most footballers. I'm a happy man. "

You didn't even win the Golden Ball. Does Zlatan miss the Golden Ball or does the Golden Ball miss Zlatan ?

"I think they miss me there on that list of conquerors."

You finished in fourth place in terms of the number of votes in 2013, and that is your best ranking. Is it weird that you didn't win it?

"You see, every player wants a trophy that tells him he is the best in the world. Deep down, I think I'm the best in the world. It would be prestigious if I won it, but it is the voters who decide. You journalists are voting and you know why I didn't win it! Ha-ha-ha ... ”

Well, it's not just us from France, there are also journalists from all over the world ...

"A-ha-ha!"

Messi and Ronaldo have won it several times. What do they have that you don't have?

"If you talk about essential qualities, I have nothing less than them. If you look at the trophies, I didn't win the Champions League like them ... But I really don't know how you measure and calculate that. Nor am I obsessed with it. You see, when you do good collective things, then individual rewards are a consequence of that. An individual cannot be good if the collective is weak. "

Where do you see yourself in the history of football? If there was a table, where would you put yourself?

"What do you want me to answer you?"

Who would be next to you on that table?

"It is not relevant to compare players from different eras. Everyone played in their generation, with different teammates. These are difficult things to compare. Everyone has their own story, and mine is full of problems. "

Does your personality set you apart in the world of football?

"I am just what I am. People try hard to be ideal to others. I always say ‘Be what you are and that is perfection’. I will not change because of success. For no reason will I change. Whatever happens, I will be what I am. I just want to play my game and have my team win. The rest will come of its own accord. I didn't choose to be famous. It's just a consequence of the work I do. "

We thought about jumping out of the pattern and what you're doing on the field.

"But it's all connected to the field. People talk a lot off the field today. But if you're not good on the field, and you talk a lot, then you're just a clown. "

Are there many clowns in the world of football?

"As much as you want ... A bunch!"

You consider yourself ideal in your head because you are what you are. How do you know this is right?

"I don't want to be perfect to someone else by force and talk about how I don't make mistakes. Maybe all this is a mistake. But I will remain what I am. I don't want you to send me questions before the interview, I don't want to know what you're going to ask me, I don't care. Readers will judge us whether the interview is good or not. "

When you left Paris Saint-Germain, you said, 'I came like a lion, I leave like a king . ' Do you really care so much about being remembered?

"I wrote my story in Paris and left my motto. Now let someone else write it and leave your motto. I don’t try to make people remember me by what I say. He will remember me on the field and what I did there. "

Are you arrogant or pretentious?

"I'm just a man full of confidence."

Does it matter to you that they recognize you as special?

"I am not special. I am a normal guy and a professional. I don’t want to share my whole life with the rest of the world. I'm not an instagram clown who wakes up in the morning and thinks what is the most beautiful photo for him to post. I share my professional challenges with the rest of the world. Privacy must exist. I don't want to share it either. But I want to share some parts of my professional life because it's part of my job. "

Do you deliberately block the fragility and insecurity from your childhood with your behavior, when the fierce guys in your Rosengard called you "lukewarm"?

"No. And I have a part of the personality that is fragile. I have emotions and weaknesses. There are things that hurt me. It's all natural. I'm not the Hulk, I'm not Superman, nor have I ever wanted to play them. I had difficult moments that hardened me, but I stepped forward. Today, I am no longer a guy of 20 or 25, but a family man with two children. I think differently, but my character has remained the same. "

Are you still a fierce guy at 40?

"People, is it possible that you still consider me a football gangster?" I know you had that title and some picture ... I'm no gangster. Of course I'm still a strong guy. I am almost two meters tall and I train hard and work on myself every day. I'm not someone who lies on the beach and shows muscles. I was born like this and I try to adapt the game to my constitution. I'm not as fast as I was at the age of 25, but now I have some other qualities. "

Does that mean you're a good guy?

"Yes I am. When you meet me, you will see how much heart I have. When they don't know me, people hate me. "

Do you want to be loved by everyone?

"No. I just want to be respected when I do something good. In fact, what is the love of all? There can be no love from someone I don't even know. Love is something reserved for those closest to you. Take Inter fans for example. When I was with them, they loved me. Now they hate me. This means that love has never been as real as with loved ones. Love cannot arise and disappear so quickly. I'm not one of those guys who will organize humanitarian actions just for someone to tell them: 'Wow, he's a good guy!'. It's a 'fake'. I'm going to do something because I want to do it. And not because someone would like me. I do it with my heart, some do it with my brain. If I send money to hospitals, it doesn't have to be known. I'm doing this because they really need that money with this damn crown. And I will not brag publicly. "

Is that one of the worst things in football today?

"It's simply part of football. People want to have perfect images. But in the end, they will meet reality. Everything will be known. Look at Tiger Woods. It seemed to be the most perfect character in the world ... People, just be what you are and don't try to be someone else. Don’t manipulate because it will all come back to you. No filters! ”

When you learned the Swedish national anthem, did you do it from the heart, not to be loved in your own country?

"When I was little, I didn't feel like a Swede. My parents are from Bosnia and Croatia. They influenced me to feel different, to look at me differently, to judge me differently and to treat me differently. That's why I didn't feel 100 percent Swedish. But today I am 100 percent Swedish. Even in France today, many talk about some old France and old times. The world today is full of various mixes and contrasts. And it doesn’t mean you’re not 100 percent Swedish or French if you accept that world. When you are young, you do not understand some things. It is mentally difficult when you are treated differently as a child. People think that it will pass quickly, and they do not know that the consequences remain for years. I was always in favor of getting the strongest blow at once because the pain lasts less than being constantly harassed with small and vile blows. Constant harassment leaves longer traumas. But those people who are harassing do not know that they are backward and live in the old world while we pass in front of them with the new world. It is a world of open minds in which I am Swedish and in which my children are Swedes. "

Do you still think differently from LeBron James, with whom you used to be friends?

"I do not want to enter politics because it divides people. Football unites people. I was lucky to meet people I would never have met without football. From all over the world. "Sport and politics are two different worlds and I am glad to be in the former."

But it happens that you express an attitude that has to do with politics.

"We athletes spread love and joy. I'm good at it and I know how to do it. You will not bring politics into my world. "

What are your fears and anxieties?

"With this corona situation, the world has changed completely. The situation is improving a bit, but ... The other day I went out to a restaurant with my family. It was weird. Then cam video audience in stadiums. And that was weird to me. I got used to it and I only wanted one thing: To go home ?! I'm used to the house, the masks ... It won't be easy to come back mentally. I hope that everything will be the same as before, but I am afraid that this will leave consequences on people. "

When you became a parent, did your children bring fears?

"There is no room for fear when we talk about children. We can talk about weaknesses. When you have children, they become your weakness. Then your life is no longer in your hands but in theirs. They become the most important ... Guys, we missed the interview date! I won't give you any more! I'm too expensive to tell you so much, ha-ha-ha ... "

How expensive are you?

"A lot ... Ask PSG!"

Can I have another five, ten minutes?

"Come on."

We would like to ask you about retirement. Are you afraid to stop playing football?

"A little bit. It is difficult for every football player when he has to retire. You have been programmed throughout your career. It is known when you get up, have breakfast, train, have lunch, rest, have dinner ... Someone else takes care of everything, it's just yours to press the 'repeat' button every day. The first day you wake up at the end of your playing career, you ask yourself, 'What the hell am I going to do today?' You are no longer programmed and you do not know what to do. That scares me a little. But what should I do? Luckily, I don’t think about it yet. I'm not for retirement. "

We in France call it the ‘little death’.

"That's it! Absolutely! After a lot depends on what kind of person you are. How will you cope and how will you fight. It's not easy".

But isn't that some kind of relief? You can eat and drink whatever you want

"After my playing career, I want to disappear. When you are in this world like me for so long and you know what you have been through physically and mentally, you just need to disappear and enjoy life

#ibrahimovic #ac milan #zlatan ibrahimovic

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Fairytale: Europe’s Skies

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Something short and sweet this time. And this concludes “Fairytale”. Thank you for reading.

━━━━━•✦.✧. About .✧.✦•━

By MACUSA’s orders, (Y/N) is sent to London to discuss Grindelwald’s transport. Thanks to a situation with a Niffler, she’s found another reason to visit London.

━━━━━•✦.✧. Preface .✧.✦•━

If the pairing isn’t for Theseus, expect a Theseus/Victoria subtext.

No warnings needed.

IT’S NOT SAD FOR ONCE

AND OH GODDDD I KNOW THIS SUCKS. Sorry to close off the series with a shitty fic.

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Fairytale: Europe’s Skies (Newt Scamander x Reader)

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Dusting off her clothes, (Y/N) walked into the Ministry Headquarters. With Grindelwald in MACUSA’s custody, (Y/N) boarded a ship to London to further discuss plans on his transfer. She made her way through the Ministry halls in search of the Auror Department. Looking at her surroundings, a shiver ran up her spine. For a Ministry Headquarters, it was dark and cold. It looked more like an underground prison- even MACUSA Headquarters had windows!

“Where are you, you little bugger?” (Y/N) heard a voice mutter before she found herself on the floor, landing on her butt.

“Oh- My apologies.” The voice continued.

(Y/N) rubbed her shoulder- it being the area of the collision. “No, no. It’s okay. I’ve endured more… excruciating pain than a measly little bump to the shoulder.”

“Newt Scamander.” He introduced himself as he set his suitcase on the ground.

She looked up at Newt and took the hand that he was offering. “Newt Scamander…” (Y/N) muttered as she hoisted herself up. “Oh, you’re the one Tina keeps talking about. The author of that book, right?”

“Please, call me Newt.” He paused. “T-Tina talks about me?” He asked quickly, his voice increasing in volume as he continued.

“Yes and it seemed like you’re all she ever talked about until recently.” She replied, patting down her shirt.

“Until recently?”

“From what I heard, she’d gotten herself a boyfriend. Achilles? I don’t quite remember. I don’t dabble in the personal relations of my peers.”

“Oh,” Newt replied softly, picking up his suitcase. “I-If you excuse me, I do have to find my Niffler.”

“I can help. I do have some time before my meeting.” (Y/N) lifted her wrist to check the time only to see that her watch wasn’t there. “Nifflers like shiny things, don’t they?” She asked sarcastically.

“Yes, why?”

“Little shit stole my wristwatch.”

“Well then, let’s get started.” He said before briskly walking off.

“Mister Scamander, wait!” She called out as she ran to catch up with him.

Newt stopped as she caught up to him. “What is it?”

“Magical creature correct?” She panted, trying to catch her breath.

“Yes.” He answered, looking at her.

“Thought so.” (Y/N) replied. “Appare Vestigium,” She said before blowing into her hand and pivoting in a circular motion.

Newt stared in awe as gold dust-like light surrounded them. “Who are you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “(L/N), (Y/N) (L/N). Auror and International Communications Liaison for MACUSA. I’m here to discuss things with the Ministry of Magic’s ICL and the Head Auror,” She said as she looked around for the Niffler prints.

“So it came running and that’s when we bumped into each other…” (Y/N) trailed off as she saw the dust reveal paw prints on herself. “Little shit took my wristwatch and ran…” She then looked down the hall. “That way. Come on, Mister Scamander!” She exclaimed, grabbing his hand before running down the hallway.

They made their way to the second floor and ended up in someone’s office.

“Aha, found you! Accio Niffler!” (Y/N) exclaimed and the Niffler came floating into her arms. She cradled the small creature as it slowly pushed the chain of a pocket watch into its pouch. “Not so fast!” She said, grabbing the watch’s chain before the Niffler could fully shove it down.

(Y/N) inspected the pocket watch in her hand as Newt carefully took the Niffler out of her arms. It looked familiar. “Newt… Whose office are we in?” She asked as Newt squatted, quietly reprimanding the marsupial-like beast.

Newt looked at (Y/N). “Not sure.” He said before looking around, still holding Niffler by the feet. The bookshelves were nice and tidy. There was a small tea set, perfect for two. An organized desk with a small muggle trinket. A Ravenclaw scarf-

“I’m sure Miss (L/N) will be here soon.” A voice came from the opposite side of the door. “She’s an amazing auror-” They paused as they opened the door, revealing (Y/N) and Newt. “- and already here… With Newt…”

“V-Victoria! What a surprise to see you here!” Newt stuttered, placing Niffler back into the case and quickly shutting it.

“In my office? The real question is, what are you and Miss (L/N) doing here?” Victoria asked, walking into her office with Theseus in tow.

“Trying to figure out a way to lift his travel ban, I bet-”

“Hush Theseus, I’m asking them and not you,” Victoria said before giving her full attention to them.

(Y/N) raised Victoria’s pocket watch by the chain. “Well… There was a bit of a mishap consisting of my watch and his Niffler.”

“He scurried off and we found him in here trying to snatch your watch as well,” Newt continued.

“I see. Well, since you’re here we can get a move on to the conference room. We do have matters to discuss.” Victoria replied.

“I’m sure you’ll want this, Vi.” (Y/N) said before tossing the pocket watch to her.

Victoria caught it in her palm as it made a soft clinking noise. “Thank you… It was a gift.” She held it close to her chest, giving a quick look at Theseus before setting it in her pocket.

Theseus gave Victoria a subtle smile before walking over to the door. “Come on, then. Miss Howard, Miss (Y/N), shall we?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Of course! Mister…?”

“Scamander, but Theseus is fine.” He replied, now leaning against the food frame.

“I’ll see you later, then… Newt.” (Y/N) said before walking towards the door.

Newt quickly stood up, suitcase in hand. “I guess I’ll be going then.”

“Quite so, Newton… And make sure that Niffler doesn’t get loose again.” Victoria shot him a wink before walking out the door.

Theseus waited for Newt to exit her office before closing the door. By that time, (Y/N) and Victoria were already walking to the conference room.

“They’re brothers? Handsome fellows, especially the older one.” (Y/N) whispered, softly nudging Victoria’s side.

“Yeah? Well, he’s off limits.” Victoria huffed.

(Y/N) gasped. “No way…”

“Hm?” Victoria looked at her, puzzled.

“Are you two… You know...?”

“W-What? No! A romantic relationship between Mister Scamander and I would be highly unprofessional.” Victoria argued.

“He’s the one who gave you the pocket watch, huh?” (Y/N) smirked.

“What about you and Newt, hm?” Victoria teased, quickly changing the subject.

“Victoria, I just met the guy!”

~*~*~

(Y/N) stayed in London for the rest of the week. Though whenever she wasn’t on Ministry duty, she was with Newt. She’d met his fantastic beasts and they loved her as much as she loved them.

She kept her departure date a secret from Newt, afraid he’d stop her from going back to the United States. She missed her home, but yet, Newt had stolen her heart as that pesky Niffler stole her wristwatch.

When the week was over, she returned to the states.

Yet she wanted to find out who Newton Artemis Fido Scamander truly was, but there wasn’t enough time. Was he a famous author known across the Wizarding World? Was he a self-proclaimed Magizoologist? Was he the younger brother of a highly respected Auror and War Hero? Or was he Newt- just Newt?

Her trail of thought disappeared as she stood up from the café chair, paying for the cup of coffee.

(Y/N) couldn't find the right words to describe Newt. He was hard-working, kind, generous, and selfless. He was a man full of simplicity, and friendliness. She took out her wallet, looking at the photo of her and Newt.

Victoria was right. Whatever she felt for Newt, was love.

Within the next month, they started to write to each other. Newt sent her letters about his travels- before his ban. He’d been to places like Oslo, Berlin, Moscow, Warsaw, Kiev, Amsterdam and so many more.

To (Y/N) it felt like he’d been everywhere. All she could afford was a nice day in the city. He traveled all over, like the birds flying over Europe’s skies.

As she read his letters, her mind was filled with anxiety. Newt traveled to study as many creatures as he could for his book, but did he meet other people during those travels? Other… potential partners? He was only a tourist in the places where he studied. Maybe someone showed him around?

~*~*~

When Grindelwald escaped, (Y/N) was put on orders back in London. With her heart on her sleeve, she sailed back to London- back to Newt.

Once she docked, she went straight to Newt’s flat. (Y/N) had used the key that he’d given her, to enter his house. She rushed inside and down to the basement. “Newt?” (Y/N) called out.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” She tossed her arms around Newt, ignoring his greeting. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

“I’m here on Ministry duties, but I came to visit you first.” (Y/N) answered.

“I-I’m glad you thought of me.” He said, finally wrapping his arms around her.

(Y/N) relaxed in his arms. “Promise me…” She trailed off, pulling away slightly. “Promise me that you’ll be mine, Newt…”

“(Y/N)… I- Since when?”

“Promise me, Newton!”

Newt smiled. “I promise you,” He paused. “But promise that you’ll continue to write to me… and visit once in a while… The creatures miss you.”

“Just the creatures?” (Y/N) teased.

“A-And me too. I missed you too."

“Maybe when this is all over… we could go out on a date.”

He nodded. "And I know I don't know you all that well, but I'm willing to give time. I'll get to know everything about you if you’ll let me." Newt rambled.

“Newt, you’re overthinking this.”

“I want everything to go right with you.” He said as he leaned in for a kiss. (Y/N) reciprocated his actions. Their lips were about to touch just as the sound of coins dropping distracted her.

(Y/N) pulled away, much to Newt’s dismay, and looked past him to see Niffler in his cage with the Niffler babies. “There’s more of them?”

Newt chuckled nervously, “Yes.”

“Now that I think about it… I still never got my watch back!”

#fbawtft #fbtcog #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander #theseus scamander #thetoria

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