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Chapter I: Secret's Keeper

A/N: RAHHHHHHHHHHH Cherry Bomb is finally yours. Thank you to everyone for the tremendous support and excitement leading up to the publication. You guys loving Laurie means more than I can express.

A special thank you to w1steriaa_for being Laurie's biggest cheerleader and also the best proofreader ever. Guys, please go give Amber's works a read bc she is so immensely talented and I could not have done this without her.

see you guys in two weeks for the next update! lots of love, m<3

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Seven in the morning was an ungodly hour to expect a fourteen-year-old to pay attention to ninth-grade algebra. The bell had just rung and I was already sitting in the same spot I had been since January. I may be my father’s daughter, but Pepper Potts drilled punctuality into me like it was my life’s blood. And I’d grown up watching how stressed she would get every time Dad ran late for an event or press conference. Being Tony Stark’s personal assistant was hard enough, so I decided when I was still pretty young that being early was another way of being kind. It was the least I could do.

My classmates started to file into the room and take their seats. Despite it still being early in the morning, the New York City summer heat was well on its way. And it was only May. Being on the fourteenth floor of a really old building didn’t help either. But hey, I was not one to complain. I was just happy to be at school at all.

Kidding, of course. That was horseshit. It was mornings like these, when the humidity made it feel like I was underwater and I’d only gotten four hours of sleep because I had been studying for the history test I had next period, that I truly cursed my younger self for wanting to go to real school so badly. Being homeschooled made the most sense when I was younger. Dad was hardly ever in one city for longer than a month and he had crippling undiagnosed separation anxiety to me. So, I spent my childhood following him around the world. It was nice though. I had complete control over my education and my dad did a pretty good job of being involved, as much as a billionaire harlot with a small gambling addiction could. Naturally, Dad spent the most time on science stuff with me. He’d work in his lab on weapons, and then eventually the Iron Man suits, while I did spelling and math and science. It was nice, nearly perfect. As I got older, I think I began to realize my dad was definitely working overtime to be a better father than his was. And he was a really, really good dad.

Homeschooling also meant that I had a lot more freedom and flexibility than the other kids my age. And where some kids do hard-core dance or varsity one sports, I would bother the Avengers over their intercom. So basically dance, if Tony Stark being a dance mom equated fighting by his daughter’s side to protect the people of New York…You get the gist. I was a registered agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. for a couple of years. It was never anything crazy, I just helped where I could. It started eight years ago, with Loki. Nick and his team knew virtually nothing about controlling the Tesseract and he thought me and my abilities would be helpful. They weren’t. So, Nick found other uses for me.

The Battle of New York left me fairly shaken up and my parents were super against any active participation during missions. In between my schooling and singing lessons, I would help with the preparation: scouting locations, hacking enemy mainframes, anything that let me feel like I was truly a part of a team. I was always desperate to impress the adults in my life, to show them that I could be useful and worth something. That feeling sparked when I first met Nick Fury and it never truly went away.

I liked being an agent. I liked being in on all the secrets, I liked helping people, and I loved working with the Avengers. Nat, Steve, Clint, Bruce, and Thor became family. Suddenly I wasn’t a lonesome only child whose only friend was her dad and his assistant. I was the guy in the chair, the one handing out coordinates and fallback plans. I had a purpose.

Sokovia changed everything. I still had nightmares about what happened a year ago. I’d wake up in a sweat, feeling the phantom grip of metal fingers around my arm. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sounds of screaming people I couldn’t save because I froze up. They died because I wasn’t strong enough. Dad put his foot down after that. He told me that what I was doing wasn’t good for me and he’d be a terrible father if he let me continue. He was right, but I was still angry about it.

Real school was our compromise. If I wasn’t allowed to go on missions anymore then I needed someplace else to have a social life. It was pretty good timing too because I had just wrapped up the eighth grade curriculum. It took a lot of convincing and three PowerPoint presentations to finally convince my dad that being a normal kid in a normal school would be beneficial for me. He got me into Dalton and the rest was history.

However, what wasn’t history was the test on that very subject that was surely going to kill me next period. I spent the remainder of my math period going through my flashcards and study notes. I wasn’t alone, nearly half of the class was in the same boat as me. And if they studied as much as I had, then we were all fried.

…

Halfway through my history test, I knew I was screwed because all I could think about was lunch. Every factoid about Greek history was clouded with fantasies about turkey avocado sandwiches. There was a little French sandwich place just down the road from my school and it was my favourite. The owner was a true French man from a town just outside Paris and he let me practice my French with him. I spent at least two lunch periods a week being ruthlessly criticized by a middle-aged man, but that made it more authentic. I wasn’t super fluent, but I knew enough to hold a conversation, or at least get through a conversation with Emery. But French was not going to help me pass this history test and I was beginning to recall all my knowledge of Percy Jackson as a last resort.

Forty-five minutes later, I gathered all my dignity and shame and walked my test up to the front of the room. I handed it off to my history teacher, who gave me a grim smile. My classmates seemed to be just as stone-faced as I was and I think we were all hopeful that our teacher would curve the grade.

I rocked on the balls of my heels outside the classroom door, waiting for my two best friends to finish their tests. When I first started at Dalton, making friends was a challenge. Quite a few of the student body had been attending the school since kindergarten, so their relationships had been forged nearly a decade ago. I didn’t have an abhorrent amount of friends; I knew enough people to say hi when we passed in the halls or have someone to sit with in the cafeteria. I would have been content with just that, but I was fortunate enough to have made two wonderful best friends.

Like many of the numerous friendship pacts, Brianna Sinclair and Meredith Camden had been best friends since their preschool days. We met briefly during freshman orientation, but it was first-semester theatre class when we really got close. Brianna and I were both huge theatre nerds and she was quick to sit at the desk next to mine. She was a redhead with the spirit to match the fiery hair. She loved performing and astrology, and she was definitely the epitome of an Aries. It wasn’t long before she introduced me to Meredith and we all became happy chums.

Meredith Camden was perfect. She was the only freshman I knew who was already planning her senior year class presidency. And, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I don’t even like girls. Meredith was a true stunner, from her long, silky coils to her perfectly smooth dark complexion. She was kind as well. Even though I met Brianna first, Meredith was the one who really made me feel welcome at Dalton. At first, I was apprehensive about making a trio out of an already tight-knit pair, but Meredith always made sure I felt included. And soon enough we were as thick as thieves.

Post-test stress had kicked in while I waited for the girls. I used my thumb to rub circles into the centre of my palm, switching back and forth between my hands. When I caught a glimpse of red, my back straightened.

“How bad was that?” I asked.

Brianna swung her ponytail over her shoulders. “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done,” she huffed.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Meredith chimed in softly. “Everything that was on there was in our notes.”

“I was up until like three in the morning studying and I still think I failed,” I said as we began to walk towards the stairs to our next period.

“Well studies do show that quality of sleep greatly impacts test performance, maybe next time you should prioritize getting a good night’s rest and study more in the morning.”

Brianna rolled her eyes playfully at Meredith’s info dump.

I smiled at her. “I’ll give that a try.”

We squeezed through the flood of students walking around us and I slunk back behind the girls to give us some more room.

“So what are we doing today? Shop along Park? I think Madison Beaucard is having people over. Oh, we could go to the flower market, I have been dying to get my hands on fresh tulips now that they’re in season.” Brianna’s hands were flying around as she talked.

“Right now?” I asked.

“No, stupid,” Brianna teased. “After school.”

“Be nice,” Meredith chimed in. Brianna shot a playful look at the other girl.

“We finally, finally finished the renovations on the indoor pool yesterday so you guys could come over to test it out!” Meredith offered. Her family had been chipping away at that project for as long as I’d known her for.

Brianna tugged on Meredith’s arm excitedly. “Oh my gosh, yes! We are so doing that.” She turned around to face me, still hanging off of Meredith. “You in, Laur?”

I smiled but heaved a high. “Sorry Bri, I wish I could, but my family is gonna want me home right after school.”

“Of course, how silly of me,” Brianna feigned an English accent. “It’s Wednesday.”

“Are you sure your Dad wouldn’t miss you just for one week?” Meredith pouted.

“I’m sorry dude, it’s out of my hands.”

“Ugh, your parents are no fun.”

I smiled inwardly. “You know I’d be hanging out with you guys in a heartbeat if I could.”

To Meredith and Brianna, Wednesdays meant I had “family time” immediately after school each week. If it were any other day I would have happily tagged along for shopping or swimming or whatever new activity Brianna found on Instagram was. But Wednesdays were always signed off.

The truth was that I had training at the compound. Although my dad was firm about pulling my involvement with S.H.I.E.L.D., he allowed me to go Upstate once a week to do drills with Nat. Natasha Romanoff had been training me in hand-to-hand combat since I was seven or eight. She said it was important that I knew how to protect myself. At first, it was just for fun, but with how defenceless I’d felt in the last few years, I started to get more serious about it.

There was also the small matter of superhuman powers that I had very little control over. They showed up when I was seven, pretty soon after my father was kidnapped and held hostage overseas. They say it was the trauma and intense emotionality that triggered my powers being awoken. But my knowledge of the powers ended there. My father absolutely refused to let Nick Fury or his team study me or study the things I could do. Which, if I was honest, was a good call on his part, but it did leave me living with a lot of questions. From what we could tell, it was some sort of gravitational and elemental manipulation; the product of experiments my birth mother ran on me as an infant. I tried not to think about that too much, though. I just knew that when I feel things too hard, the powers can get out of control. It was pretty scary, and really confusing as a kid. But thankfully the Avengers found an expert.

Wanda Maximoff has been a great help in the last few months. Training with Nat became also training with Wanda after Ultron and the destruction of Sokovia. Her powers are very different from mine, but she approached me after she moved into the compound to see if I wanted her help. I remember I had woken up in the middle of the night to my bedroom at the compound looking like a storm had passed through. I must have been having another nightmare and set myself off in my sleep. After I did my best to put the room back in order through tears, I found myself on the roof of the compound, looking out at the stars. Wanda found me sitting out there. Turned out she was having similar dreams. She asked me about my powers, I asked her about hers and soon enough she was offering skills and advice and suggesting I start honing in on training. It had been about a year since then and my control had gotten a lot better. But of course, this was all a humongous secret I was keeping from my friends. One secret wasn’t too bad though.

“I was thinking we haven’t done our monthly movie marathon sleepover this month,” Meredith pointed out as we took our seats. The three of us had history and English class together this semester. “Laurie, is your place free?”

And there was the other shoe. Secret superhero shenanigans weren’t the only thing I kept from Meredith and Brianna. I was also under strict orders to pretend that I didn’t exist. Or rather, pretend that Laurie Stark didn’t exist.

Sometime after the battle of New York, probably during all the stuff with the Mandalorian, my dad asked Nick Fury to erase me from existence. It was a safety thing. Somewhere between aliens and terrorists attacking our house over and over, my dad decided he needed to take a more proactive role in my general safety. Hazards of the job, he called it. I understood, I guess, but it just meant there were even more secrets to keep. I was enrolled in school as Laurel Potts. My private social media accounts were under that same name, and I even carried a fake learner’s permit with the alias. I always felt really guilty when I had to turn down bringing friends over or lying about why they had never met my parents, but the secrets kept me safe. And they offered me freedom. Win some, lose some.

“Sorry guys, our kitchen is undergoing a huge reno,” I blurted out the lie. “My dad has been super into…dutch ovens?”

I could tell they didn't believe me but they shrugged it off. Guilt panged at my heart and I rubbed at the centre of my palm again. When it was just me and my dad and our small world, I could be anything. And as much as I loved being out in society like a normal teenage girl, I wished I could live it authentically.

The girls snuck a look at each other they thought I wouldn’t see. I could almost hear the best friend telepathy going off. They were definitely thinking I must not want them around. With their backs to me, I felt my shoulders begin to tense. My girls had never once made me feel out of place since starting at the Dalton, but I had never been oblivious to the fact that three was a crowd.

I turned away from my friends when our English teacher pulled the class’s attention to the front of the room. We started our lesson on writing comparative analysis essays, but the only thing I was analyzing was the body language of the girls beside me. The pinch of my thumbnail against my palm was enough to bring me back to the present, and I forced myself to focus on worrying about that rotten history test instead…

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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year ago

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IATCOD Chap. 25; The siege continues

*Author's note*

So confession time, I've had this chapter done for about a week or so but I wanted to rework some things because I've got a double update for you guys today. Now this was probably my fav. chapter to write bc I absolutely LOVE the battle of Pelennor fields scene, and I wanted to do it justice through Cain's POV. So I'll stop typing and let you guys get to reading :)

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*Cain’s POV*

After our departure from Dunharrow we rode on till midday where Eomer and some other Rohirrim members went to meet with some scouts who went ahead towards Gondor to inform us about the severity of the White city. From what I heard, it wasn’t looking good. Orcs taking over the capital city of Osgiliath, the walls overrun with orcs, and all nine Nazgul raining down their terror upon their fellbeasts.

Suddenly my ears picked up a piercing scream. I tensed inward as my face contorted into pain. The screams were getting louder and louder until all that was left was this piercing ringing sound.

“Lord Cain?” I heard Gamling say my name in concern. However his voice sounded muffled while some sounds like the horses huffing and eating sounded normal. “Are you alright?”

“I-fine I’m-I’m fine.” I assured him as I stood up and walked over to Wysteria and felt around for my waterskin. Things seemed to return to normal as I drank my water but then suddenly there was silence. Absolutely silence. I couldn’t hear anything, no wind, no voices, not even the sound of Wysteria’s heartbeat. My body froze as my tastebuds were suddenly enhanced further than they’ve ever been before. The taste of cooper and iron suddenly came across my upper lip, I knew the taste anywhere. Blood.

I raised my hand and my sense of touch had picked up the feel of blood running down my nose. My heart raced as now my hearing had finally been taken from me. How was this even possible? And more importantly how long would it last? I felt someone touch me and in fear I twisted the man’s arm before kicking them to the ground.

As I too collapsed to the ground, I felt through my hands the thundering sound of something surrounding me. But without my eyes I couldn’t see just what or who was making that sound, and now without my hearing I—I can’t tell what is going on around me. The only thing I really could do was scream as loud as I could until I was able to hear something.

*3rd Person POV*

Gamling quickly raced back towards Theoden and called out to him.

“My king, something’s wrong with Lord Cain!” Before Theoden could ask, Cain’s screaming was soon heard throughout the entire platoon. He, Gamling, Eomer and the other leading captains raced towards Cain to see him lying on the floor on his back, screaming as loudly as he could. His mare Wysteria was going frantic, not out of fear but she wasn’t allowing anyone to come near Cain.

She circled around him, stomping her hooves and rearing towards anyone who came near snarling and neighing protectively.

“What happened to him Gamling?” asked Theoden.

“I don’t know sire. He just—froze in his spot holding his ears in pain. He told me he was fine until one of our soldiers tried to grab him and he nearly broke his arm off.”

“There’s no point in going near him his mare won’t let anyone near him. I’ve seen this only once before with Brego and my son long ago. We’ll have to wait it out. Hopefully Lord Cain will come to his senses.” Theoden said. That being said, Gamling ordered every man to not go anywhere near Lord Cain and to steer clear of Wysteria’s protective barrier she was making around him.

In the back of the crowd, Merry and Eowyn looked at each other worriedly, Merry most of all. Eowyn wrapped an arm around the young halfling in assurance that Cain would somehow pull through.

After a few minutes, Lord Cain finally became calmer as he now just laid there on the grass, his hands resting over his stomach as he took calming, deep breaths. Meditating and focusing on his breathing, Wysteria still circling around him.

*Cain’s POV*

After screaming didn’t help, all I could do now is do what Ajak taught me shortly after I had been resurrected and had lost my sight. Whenever my senses became too heightened or the world became too much for my darkened eyes to take, she taught me how to focus my breathing and find peace within me.

I took deep, calming breaths and remained still. After awhile the silence around me soon turned to muffled conversations until finally I heard Eomer say.

“How long do we have to wait?”

“Not anymore.” I spoke up. I soon heard the sound of every man’s heartbeat that surrounded me pick up. I then heard Wysteria’s hooves walk closer to me and she lowered her head nickering softly as I felt her warm breath at my face. “I’m okay girl, thank you.” She knelt down softly whinnying and I reached out to her and allowed her to help me stand up.

“What happened Cain?” I heard Theoden ask me.

“The Celestial roar.” I answered.

“The what?”

“The Celestial roar. It’s not necessarily a power, but in pure, raw rage, a Celestial can let out a scream so loud and so thunderous, it is said to make the Misty Mountains themselves tremor. Only few Celestials in history have ever done such a scream, most of them being from Thena’s side. Something must’ve happened in Gondor to allow Hela to roar like that. Something bad, and I fear it’s not because of the city falling.”

“Lord Cain I must ask this, are you able to still fight? Or even ride?” Theoden asked to which I immediately responded.

“Yes. I know what all of you must be thinking, and I sincerely apologize to whoever it was that I hurt. But I am still able to fight and ride.” Theoden remained silent for awhile until he said to me.

“Very well. But if you should have an outburst like that again, I will have no choice but to order you to return to Dunharrow and recover under my niece’s care.” Little does he know that his niece is closer than he thinks.

“Yes my lord. Again I severely apologize for making everyone worry and for delaying our trip to Gondor.”

“We ride through the night.” Theoden told me. “Sound the call!” I then heard the horns of the mark sound off and Wysteria nudged her face into my chest. I patted her nose and got onto her back and soon we all rode in full gallop, long through the night and day without rest until we would reach the white city.

*My POV*

I had hoped I’d never even get within 20 feet of this place. Ever since the Witch King took over this place, it brewed an aura so foul and evil, it made me tremble in fear at the mere mention of it’s name. Now Haldir was inside this horrible place, who knows what tortures those council members have already done to him.

I took a deep breath and exhaled before finally taking that first step across the bridge and came to the doors. Using Thena’s strength, I kicked the doors opened and it was so quiet. No orc guards, no Nazgul, not even the torches were lit.

“Show yourselves cowards.” I hissed lowly. I looked around as I summoned Aeglos to my hand and slowly walked further into Minas Morgul. Already the dark magic of this place was starting to affect my mind as I heard the dark chants of not only the lost souls who had been trapped here after the fall of Minas Ithil, but also the Witch King himself.

Perfecting his dark incantations he’d use in battle long ago before his fall in Angmar.

“So, you’ve come at last.” I heard Deimos’ voice echo through the darkness. “I was beginning to think you were too weak to come here to this place.”

“Why hide in the shadows like a snake in the grass?” I said looking around in every direction to where he could be hiding.

“We have nothing to hide.” Nergal’s voice soon spoke up.

“Then show yourselves.” I sneered.

“To find us, follow the cold shiver running down your spine, and the cold spots that cling to the back of your neck.” Nergal said, almost mocking me. Then all went silent once again.

I slowly walked further into the fortress until I came to the stairs that led up to the watch tower. Like Nergal said, I felt a cold spot as my breath suddenly became visible and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up. A shiver of fear ran up my spine as I made the climb up the stairs. Finally I made it to the top level of the tower and I was horrified at what I saw.

Haldir lay there on his back unconscious and surrounding him looked to be the same symbol that I had seen branded on Théodred’s soul when he came as a hybrid Deviant back at Helm’s Deep.

“Haldir.” I quickly raced over to him and was shocked to see that his entire body had been cut with what almost appeared to be a thousand knives no not knives, they were too shallow to be knife wounds, thread? But how could thread do something like this? “Haldir? Haldir? Come back to me.”

He remained still, like he was in a deep sleep. I pressed my lips to his forehead and remained there for a solid minute until I felt him awake choking and gasping for air. His eyes (for the first time) showed true, blind fear as he frantically looked around.

“Hey, hey, hey look at me. Look right at me Haldir. It’s me, it’s Hela.”

“Hela….” He croaked. His voice completely parched from lack of water. “Y-you sho…..”

“Shhh, save your strength.” I whispered to him. “I’m here to get you out. Can you stand?”

“Trap…..”

“What?”

“Trap……it’s a trap! They—they’re after you. They—AHHH!!!” suddenly Haldir’s body contorted itself inward before he was lifted into the air.

“Don’t you just hate it when puppets don’t do what they’re told?” I growled and summoned a whip and captured Nergal by the waist.

“Whatever spell you have him under release him now or I’ll have your bones crushed underneath this whip!”

“The smell of rage, yes. Almost as pleasant as the smell of fear.” Deimos soon came out from the darkness to my right. Another pair of footsteps soon followed and there stood Perses just a few feet in front of me.

“That is a rush isn’t it? Knowing you have someone’s life under your will.” Perses spoke with a growl to his voice. It was almost as chilling as Sauron’s voice itself.

“What do you want with me? And why bring Haldir into this? If you wanted me you should’ve come for me directly and left him out of this!” I snarled at Perses.

“Then you wouldn’t have felt what you’re feeling now. Can’t you feel it Hela? The power you had unleashed when you found out about your precious Elfling being brought here. The rage, the anger, it fueled you did it not? We heard it ourselves. The Celestial roar.”

“So what? You want it? Hate to tell you it’s not really a power that can be taken by any means.”

“No, you misunderstand me Hela. Much like you misunderstand why you and your kin were brought to Middle Earth.”

“What?”

“I’ve seen how she’s trapped you. Fighting the Valar’s ‘holy, moral mission’. Bringing peace to Middle Earth and guiding it’s new comers to a better world. That’s not the mission of the Celestials, let alone the mission of the Celestial of Death.”

“And what would you know of why I was brought here? You don’t know anything about me!”

“Don’t we?” Deimos said.

“Middle Earth doesn’t need you to save them, they don’t deserve your help!” Nergal said. “What you are is not a curse, it’s a gift.”

“You three don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tried to ignore them and redirect the conversation elsewhere but Perses soon spoke again in that haunting grovel of his voice.

“I myself have watched you from behind Denethor’s cowardly eyes. Struggling to have everything you want. While the world makes you choose. Celestials don’t have to choose, we take.” Not wanting to hear another word, I threw Aeglos straight at Perses and saw as it pierced right through his chest but it had no effect on him.

A sadistic smile came across his face as his eyes grew wide and glowed pure white and his hands began to glow white and he fired a powerful magical blast right at me. I summoned a Celestial shield to block it and I soon saw Deimos’ hands glow red as he began to fire at my other side. I summoned another shield but together both of their blasts were too powerful for me to hold back.

Soon I had no choice but to disband the shields but using Makkari’s speed I got out of the way as their blasts hit each other creating an explosion of white and red. I then saw as Nergal began twisting his hands around (much like my water elemental sisters did) and saw Haldir land to the ground on his feet, his hands going straight to his belt as he was forced to draw out his sword.

Against his will, he came at me swishing and slicing his sword frantically. I dodged each of his attacks before flipping over him and used Makkari’s ability to chi-block. Hitting each of Haldir’s pressure points hurt me but I had no other choice.

‘I’m sorry Haldir.’ I signed to him.

“You did what you had to do.” I felt the vibrations of his voice say. Suddenly my arm began to twist backwards before it was pulled behind me. I gripped my arm but I couldn’t bring it down, then I felt myself being forced to stand fully erect like a guard of the Watch tower. I soon felt myself being lifted into the air and slowly being turned around to face Nergal.

“You should’ve learned this technique before you faced us. It’s impossible to fight your way out of my grip. I now control every muscle, even your very soul is mine to command.” With a twist of his hands and arms, I was jerked to the right before I felt my feet sliding across the floor towards the left only to feel both my arms being thrown behind my back to stop me.

My body contorting, almost spasming as I felt my entire body crumble then go erect before crumbling again. Until finally I was forced down on my knees, tears falling down my face in pain. In the pain, I was forced to let go of Makkari’s powers and I pleaded with Nergal.

“Stop……please.” Nergal only cackled at the sight of my agony. But then through the pain, I felt this rush of power surging through me. I breathed sharply through my pain as I used the magic that surrounded me. I slowly stood on my feet and said, “You’ve underestimated me Nergal. You, Deimos and Perses all underestimated me. I am not the same Celestial of Death I once was, and technique is useless on me!”

Using my own Celestial magic, I drew in some of the dark power from this very fortress and converted it to my own personal brand of Celestial of Death magic and fired it at Nergal. He took the beam and redirected it back towards me as well as drew in dark power from the fortress as well and all three beams of magic combined into one as it headed straight for me.

I took a strong front stance and did a palm-heel strike at the beam which dispersed and scattered around the fortress like millions of fireflies. Nergal was shocked at what I had done then using Makkari’s speed I slammed right into him and repeatedly came at him punching and kicking him into the wall until he was all but unconscious. A gleam soon caught my attention and I took his left wrist to see a vial with both a red and watery speck within.

The vial was what one of the Blue Wizards called a voodoo vial. If someone’s blood or any form of fluid got into this vial, the magic bearer could control said person using their own fluids against them. Nergal must’ve used both Haldir’s blood and the sweat from my armor after the battle of Osgiliath and put it into this vial.

But how he got it was the question, these vials hadn’t been seen since the Blue Wizards vanished from Middle Earth. I tucked it away so that Nergal couldn’t use it again before racing back to Haldir. I helped him up dropping Makkari’s powers and said to him.

“I’m sorry again about what I did earlier.”

“And as I said, you did what you had to do. I probably would’ve done the same thing.” I smiled softly and got us back towards the stairway and we tried to get out as fast as we could.

Once we had reached the main level, a powerful blast was shot behind us which threw both Haldir and I off our feet. We both turned to see Perses and Deimos levitating above us.

“Haldir, run.”

“But Hela—”

“This is not up for debate, you’ve already been in this foul place long enough, I refuse to allow you to stay another second here!”

“My, my how adorable they are. Seems ashamed we’ll have to tear you both apart. Limb from limb.” Deimos mocked with a sadistic grin on his face.

“Haldir please. Just get out of here!”

“I won’t leave you to fight them alone!” Valar above Haldir don’t make me do this! I took the vial and thought my command. Soon Haldir stood up, his eyes widened in shock.

“Go.” Then he turned and against his will, he ran out of Minas Morgul leaving me to fend off both Deimos and Perses.

“Such a noble cause, but he won’t get far.” Perses said to me monotonous, almost devoid of any feeling.

“If either of you want him, you’ll have to kill me first.” I summoned Aeglos back to my hand as well as used Kingo’s power to summon a cosmic energy ball. Deimos soon summoned out his two sickles flipping the blades together making a clanking sound.

“I’m going to enjoy this.” He said lustfully. Then the three of us charged at each other.

The battle lasted throughout the night, by the end Minas Morgul was left with various openings and cracks within its structure. As we stood upon the highest tower once more, I was panting and breathing heavily, my body bleeding and bruised whilst both Perses and Deimos barely had a scratch on them.

How were they able to get by with barely a scratch?! They couldn’t be normal mages or sorcerers so just who or what were these men? Suddenly I became overwhelmed with the crying voices of the people of Gondor. Hearing their heartbeats beat their last beat or feel the souls leaving their bodies as they were being slaughtered like pigs.

“Ohhh that is a delicious scent. Death. Feeling the souls of the departed and their blood pour out.” Deimos said taking a deep inhale before exhaling in pleasure. His eyes seemed to glow redder as he slid his sickles across the ground and walked towards me.

“You’re even viler than Azog himself.” I muttered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Deimos mocked. I charged at them again but they quickly disbanded and took to the air. I fired at Deimos using Kingo’s cosmic arrows firing them one after the other when I felt Perses coming at me from behind. I quickly ducked his punch and went to punch him but he grabbed my wrist in his hand.

“Strong enough to have it all,” he then kneed me in the gut which knocked the wind out of me. “Too weak to take it!” he then kicked me in the face sending me across the tower but I got back into a low crouching stance. I then used the peaks of the tower to run up and capture Perses with my legs (a technique favored by Thena and Makkari).

I used my monetium to pin him to the wall and with as much force as I could I began punching Perses in the face repeatedly. But what frightened me was that with each punch, he kept turning his head back towards me, a wicked smile spreading across his face almost as if he were enjoying it. As he cackled I cried out and punched him harder even elbowing him straight down on the head. But Perses held me by the back before finally slamming me down through the roof of the tower sending me falling straight back to the same room where I had found Haldir.

I groaned and coughed up some blood as I tried to pick myself off the ground. I then felt a foot on my back and saw as a sickle came at my throat.

“I say it’s time we put an end to this little game of ours.” Deimos said to me. Just as I felt the blade start to touch my neck, a horn was heard in the distance. A horn that I knew all too well. “Impossible!” Deimos growled and I let out a laugh.

“They’ve come.”

*Cain’s POV*

With the sound of the Horn of the Mark echoing through the sun’s rising in the East, we had finally arrived at Gondor open fields. Our horses neighing and whinnying as we marched over the Pelennor fields and looked down upon Gondor.

Even though I couldn’t physically see the destruction that lay before us, I could easily compare it to one other city that had been this badly attacked. The night Gondolin was attacked. The fire, the panicked screams of the people, the smell of decaying flesh, it all came back to me as we stood upon the hill.

The haunting chants of the number of orcs that stood before the walls of the White city were probably the greatest I had ever felt in my lifetime. Sauron was willing to take no chances to allow the city of Kings to remain standing.

Wysteria nickered and stamped her hooves nervously, and I could pick up the fear coming from Merry deep within the armies. I patted Wysteria’s neck comfortingly and whispered to her.

“Steady girl, steady.” ‘You too Merry. This is what true war is like, but if you remember your training, you may yet survive this.’ I soon sent a telepathic message to Merry.

“Form ranks you maggots! Form ranks. Pikes in front, archers behind!” I heard a general orc command his army. I heard as the orc armies got into position and I tightened my grip on Wysteria’s reins. I then heard the thundering hooves of Theoden’s horse Snowmane and he gave out the orders.

“Eomer, take your eored down the left flank.”

“Flank ready!” Eomer called out to his section of the army.

“Gamling, follow the king’s banner down the center. Grimbold, take your company right after you’ve passed the wall. Forth, and fear no darkness!” The two men got into position and soon Theoden stopped before me and Wysteria, “Master Cain, you ride with me at my side. Together we lead our men to battle!” I nodded and urged Wysteria to follow Snowmane as Theoden proclaimed to one and all of his riders, pacing across the entire army of Rohan. “Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!”

The riders lowered their spears and I heard the orcs wielding their pikes get into full position crouching down with their pikes standing outward. Snowmane soon rode onward and I urged Wysteria behind him, Theoden’s sword clanking with each spear as he gave his men the courage to ride forth into battle and death.

“Ride now! RIDE NOW! RIDE! RIDE FOR RUIN AND THE WORLD’S ENDING!!” When Theoden stopped at the middle of the army to lead us onward, he proclaimed out for one and all to hear, his sword raised. “DEATH!!”

“DEATH!” the men echoed back raising their own weapons.

“DEATH!” I then cried out.

“DEATH!” the men echoed back, accepting me as their Celestial General as they and their ancestors had done for Hela so long ago.

“DEATH!!!!” Both Theoden and I cried out once more and this time the riders, Merry and Eowyn echoed back death so loudly, the sun fully rose behind us. Lighting up the darkness that had befallen Gondor and giving their people back their hope.

“FORTH EORLINGAS!” Theoden proclaimed as the Horns of the Mark pierced the dawning sky. And with the final horn call, Theoden and I lead the charge as the riders all yelled and cried out a battle cry, I could swear it would’ve rivaled a Celestial’s roar.

Wysteria went from a slow trot to a run and finally a full on gallop. I gripped my axe in my hand as I urged her to go faster. My confidence urging her onward as she neighed fiercely. I soon heard the orc general proclaim the archers to fire and the sound of whizzing arrows filled the skies, and the sound of horses tripping and falling as well as men being taken down off their horses.

But we did not stop. We kept charging towards the orc armies head on. As Theoden let out the full command to charge, I could already hear the shift in the air from the orcs. More arrows continued to come down at us, but even the orcs soon realized that we weren’t retreating, they became shocked, nay frightened.

I raised my axe into the air and proclaimed out to Gamling and the rest of the men at the center.

“CHARGE!!!” The sound of the orcs’ heartbeats beated furiously with fear and some even started to retreat back but it was too late.

Like a tidal wave crashing down, the horses ploughed through the orcs like they were nothing. I sliced every orc that was within range, relieving them of their heads or slicing their necks open. Wysteria rammed down each orc and made sure to trample over each one she had knocked down as we continued to charge deeper within the ranks of the orc armies.

Rohan had come to Gondor’s aid, and the old Alliances of Men was finally reforged.

Swords clashed, spears broke, shields splintered, just as Theoden said but we managed to slay most of the front lines of orcs and free the gate of any orcs that tried to enter the city.

I beheaded two orcs one after the other before coming across another orc who tried to come at Wysteria. I grabbed his spear and headbutted him before using his own spear to stab him through the heart. Wysteria reared as she kicked another orc that came near us before riding onward.

“Drive them to the river!” I could hear Eomer’s voice call out and his men did as they told. The orcs quickly retreating as Theoden proclaimed.

“Make safe the city!” that’s when a deep rumble was heard. I knew I was the only one who could hear it because the Riders had yet to notice what was coming. I knew those deep, thunderous footsteps well and just the smell of them coming I knew who was now here.

“Find Theoden Wysteria. Hyah!” she rode onward but it was too late. Soon the fighting stopped as the sound of chants echoed through the plains. The deep bellowing horn and the chants of the Men now became clear.

The Haradrim had come.

The spiked heartbeats of the men around me grew in fear as they now looked upon the beasts that stood before them. The Mumakil or as my kin called them once Oliphaunts. Long ago, the Celestials once bred them for helping to build our great castles and removing dead trees to make room for new ones.

But shortly after the Deviants destroyed our home, they had been scattered and found themselves into the hands of people of Harad. Nowadays they bred the Oliphaunts as war-beasts. Which soon earned them their new name, Mumakil.

Wysteria nickered and paced fearfully. I patted her neck and urged her to find Theoden once more. She huffed but obeyed my command.

“Reform the line! Reform the line!” I heard Theoden’s voice proclaim. What no! Theoden you can’t lead these men in a direct attack against these Mumakil, you’ll be slaughtered! The Oliphants’ soon roared out furiously as they now began to charge.

“THEODEN! THEODEN WAIT!” I cried out as I rode towards him but it was too late.

“Sound the charge! Take them head on! Charge!”

“NOOO!!” I cried out but my voice was drowned out with the Horn of the Mark and the cries of the Men as they charged head on towards the Haradrim soldiers.

Within seconds, the sound of horses being flung through the air, men falling to their deaths at great heights, and giant hooves squashing both men and horses bones were all I could hear. Arrows whizzing from both Haradrim and Rohirrim soldiers silenced any and all (but I could mostly hear the Rohirrim being slaughtered).

I growled and urged Wysteria forward and as I got closer I advised to them.

“NOT THE BEASTS! TAKE DOWN THE RIDERS! AIM FOR THE HEAD RIDER! EOMER!! TAKE DOWN THE LEAD RIDER! BRING HIM DOWN!!” Eomer’s head turned to me and I felt him grip his spear tightly as I heard a Mumakil coming right towards him. He waited and waited for the right time to strike, then he let out a grunt as he threw his spear straight at the lead rider bringing him down.

By killing the lead rider, you force the Mumakil to go wherever they go. And since this one was now dangling dead to the right, the Mumakil he was controlling was forced to go right, straight into another Mumakil bringing them both down. I rode to Eomer and told him.

“Nice throw.”

“Thank you.”

“Tell your men to either aim for the riders, the head or their lower legs and ankles with your swords and spears. Their skin is too think to use arrows anywhere else.”

“I take you’ve dealt with these soldiers before?” he asked.

“Unfortunately yes. Haradrim soldiers, they’re twisted, vile, and kill for the pleasure of it. If I had to say whose worse orcs or them, you’d be surprised to say I’d rather take my chances with the orcs before these men.”

“Thank you for the advice Lord Cain.” I nodded then urged Wysteria onward to find Theoden. Taking my advice, I heard Eomer command the men to fire their arrows where I had told them to. One Mumakil was getting ambushed on all sides having arrow after arrow being fired at him. He reared up taking down some of the men before a spear to the leg finally brought him down and finally give the men enough fire power to kill him.

It was sad to see these once innocent creatures now being used for war but I couldn’t let it interfere with my part in the war. I urged Wysteria onward and used my axe and orc spear to cut one Mumakil at the ankles which brought it down.

I then used the orc spear to take down one of the archers before he had a chance to take either me or Wysteria down. I then heard Eowyn’s voice calling out for Merry in a panic. No! What happened!

“Hyah!” I kicked Wysteria’s sides and she raced onward. I followed Eowyn’s heartbeat and soon tracked her near Theoden who was surrounded by orcs. But her love for her uncle fueled her fire to fight and defend him in battle. That’s when I heard the sound of coughing nearby and the familiar choked grunts of Merry. “Come on Wysteria! Ha!”

She raced ahead and I soon picked up Merry’s racing heartbeat and his labored breathing. Surrounding him were three Haradrim Soldiers. Two of which had him held prisoner, while the third was ready to behead him. I urged Wysteria on and she raced ahead before rearing up and kicked the Haradrim soldier holding Merry by the neck hard in the head, breaking his neck.

I then sliced one of the soldiers holding Merry across the face before twirling it and threw it at the other one, silencing him.

“Master Cain!” I got off Wysteria and knelt down in front of him, cupping his face.

“Are you alright?”

“I am, thanks to you.” I sighed in relief and embraced the young hobbit tightly.

I was forced to live with the fact that I had allowed Hela to be tortured by the Haradrim soldiers for an entire day just because I couldn’t allow anyone to see how a blind man could fight. I refused to allow anyone else I care about fall victim to these vile men ever again.

“Are you okay?” I sniffled softly and separated from him and said.

“Yes. Now that I know you are.”

“I remembered what you taught me, but they came out of nowhere from the orcs that also came by to take advantage of me.”

“As I said, they’re clever but they also fight dirty. Come.” I took back my axe and whipped the blood off of it and put Merry on top of Wysteria and got on her back just behind Merry. “Let’s finish this, Hyah!” together Merry and I rode into battle slaughtering any stray Haradrim soldier that came at us or aiding the men who needed help.

Suddenly a piercing screech filled the air which made me clench my ears in agony. Wysteria reared in such a panic, she had bucked both Merry and I off her back. I soon heard the growls of a fellbeast and the crunching of horse’s bones before hearing the cracks of Theoden’s lower back snapping in two. With an injury like that, even if he did somehow survive, he’d never be able to walk again.

“What happened Master Cain? Why did you horse do that?”

“The Witch King. He is here, and he means to kill Theoden.” I then heard his haunting voice say.

‘Feast on his flesh.’ But then a heartbeat filled with both fear and anger stepped forward and I heard Eowyn say.

“I will kill you if you touch him!”

‘Do not come between the Nazgul and his prey.’

“No, Eowyn what are you doing?”

“Lady Eowyn is there? Facing that thing? I have to help her!”

“Merry no! You can’t. No man can beat the Witch King of Angmar. He’s too powerful.” I gripped his arm before he could run off.

“But I’m no man, I’m a hobbit. Please Master Cain, I have to help Lady Eowyn. She’s helped me just as much as you have. I’d never forgive myself if I let her die when I know I could’ve helped.” I looked at the halfling and nodded. I released his arm and told him.

“I’ll cover you.” He quickly embraced me before racing off to find Lady Eowyn. Any man or orc that set their eyes on Merry, I slaughtered them where they stood. Until finally the evil aura of the Witch King was so close, I couldn’t take another step out of fear.

With no other choice I turned and ran the opposite way, hoping Merry would be alright. That’s when I felt a strong spiritual wave overcome the fields of Pelennor. The same ghostly presence I had felt back at Dunharrow just days ago. They did it! Aragorn and them succeeded in bringing the Army of the dead to help aid us. Knowing the dead cant be killed nor have anything else to die for, the armies of Sauron were doomed far worse than ever before.

I slayed a few Haradrim soldiers and as I was crossing blades with another one, our strengths equally matched until he headbutted me and sliced at my leg through my disorientation. But before he could deliver the finishing blow, Wysteria came and kicked the soldier in the chest cracking his ribs and then trampled his face in.

She came up to me and helped me stand back up. I patted her neck as I slowly got on her back once more praising her on saving my life once more. She whinnied and charged onward while I beheaded or cut the throats of any enemy that came near us. But as I relieved two orcs of their heads, three arrows whizzed and Wysteria suddenly collapsed rolling forward neighing in pain, sending me off her back and down in a crouch position, my axe held close to my chest.

I heard the heartbeats of six Haradrim soldiers surrounding me and I took out my small dagger kept behind my boot and with grace and agility, I sliced through each of their necks, ending their worthless lives before turning back to Wysteria. I knelt down beside her and could hear her heartbeat starting to slow and her breathing was labored.

Tears filled my eyes as I stroked her neck and pressed my head to hers.

“You were very brave Wysteria. So very brave, and I am honored to called you my faithful steed. You can rest now. Be at peace wild mare of Rohan.” She nickered softly once more before her heart went still and her breathing stopped. I kissed her muzzle and stroked her neck once more.

I wish I had more time to grieve but the battle still needed to be fought. I ran away from Wysteria and continued fighting on foot, cutting down any enemy forces that came my way until I came across a few familiar heartbeats that I knew had come with the army of the dead. I sliced off an orc’s head and proclaimed.

“Aragorn!” I heard him chuckle as the two of us came together and embraced each other. “Glad to see your mission was a success.”

“Glad to see you’re still in one peace. Not that I doubted from Hela’s older brother.” We both chuckled.

“Hate to say you were wrong before but 6000 was enough to break the lines of Mordor. At least until the Haradrim came and tipped the scales with their Mumakil. But with you and the armies of the dead here, we may yet reclaim the city back in your name.”

“Yes. Fight at my side Lord Cain?”

“To the death, King Aragorn.” I said gripping my axe and dagger tighter and giving him a smirk. Together we both charged at any enemy in range.

As the battle continued to rage on, I sensed something. Something far beyond the fields and pass the White city but not at the gates of Mordor. It was somewhere inbetween the two kingdoms, a dark fell place and suddenly there was a loud boom. A boom so loud, it shook the very earth and I could hear what sounded like a building starting to crumble down. More explosions followed and I turned to Aragorn and asked him.

“What do you see to the West?”

“A fog of green and black smoke. A shape of a skull now forms in the sky, just over Minas Morgul. I knew it was a fell place of dark magic but never before have I seen something like that before.”

“Seems we’ll have to wait till after the war to decide what it was that caused that explosion.”

“Agreed. We’re almost at victory, we can’t afford to stop now.” I nodded in agreement. After a few more minutes of fighting, I felt as the army of the dead swept the city and all the orcs that had breached the city were silenced. Soon all went quiet except for one faint heartbeat.

I followed it and soon discovered that it was Theoden King. He was barely clinging to life even with his body broken. I knelt down beside him and stroked his head softly, I could feel the muscles around his eyes struggle to open and soon he said.

“You have your sister’s heart.” I smiled softly. “And her smile, Master Cain.” His voice was soft as his heartbeat was slowly beginning to fade. His gloved fingers came to my cheek softly stroking it, “My eyes darken.”

“I know…..I know.” I softly told him. “I’m sorry I cannot spare the pain of your passing like my sister can.”

“You already are.” He assured me. As a tear slowly slid down my face, Theoden stroked the tear away. “Master Cain, do not weep over me. For your sister has taught me to not fear death.” I smiled softly.

That was what I had hoped Hela would give to the world. For if she befriended all races that live in Middle Earth, when death comes for them no matter what shape or form, Hela is the sign that death is not a path to fear, but to one day embrace. And look to like one looks at a dear friend.

“I go to my fathers, in whose mighty company I shall not know of yet shame.” Ever so slowly his heart beat got quieter and quieter until he choked out my sister’s name before he went silent. His heart beating no more.

Theoden King had now passed.

Tears fully ran down my face as I cupped the face of the now dead king and whispered to him.

“Be at peace, Theoden Horse-master.” I kissed the center of his forehead before closing his eyes forever.

*My POV*

With the arrival of Rohan coming to Gondor’s aid and the Alliances of Men finally being reforged, it seemed to anger both Deimos and Perses in a way I had never seen before. It fueled their attacks which took a deep toll on my body.

I tried to fight back with all my strength but even that wasn’t enough for the two of them combined together. At first their fighting style had been to toy with me in order to keep me here and not go back to aid Gondor. Now, now they were fully out for blood. They weren’t holding back on anything whether their physical attacks or their magic.

I had been thrown against the tower by Perses before he came at me holding me by the throat. He then picked me up and together the two of us slammed through the walls of Minas Morgul until we came to the main level of the fortress once again. As I slammed hard against the floor, creating a large crater-like dent in the floor, Perses and Deimos soon appeared on top of me, Deimos taking my hands and pinning them to the ground while Deimos squeezed my throat with both his hands.

“Your weakness Hela, is morality. It’s choking you!” Both of them stared me down with insane, wide eyes. There was nothing I could do now, my body was practically beaten and my vision was quickly going black as the air from my lungs was quickly running out.

“Can’t you feel it?” Deimos taunted as he gripped my left wrist and snapped it within his palm. I didn’t even have any air to scream as I could literally hear the bones in my wrist crack but then the both of them screamed and finally let me up.

I let out a loud gasp as coughed and crying were mixed together. I looked up and had seen that Haldir had returned. Deimos and Nergal growled lowly as they withdrew Haldir’s twin daggers out from their backs and tossed them aside.

“Stupid Elfling you really thought those daggers would work?!” Deimos snarled. As I continued coughing and rolled over to my side cradling my broken wrist and slowly tried to stand up.

“Nergal was right! She got it from you that pathetic sickness that is love!” Perses snarled. I then felt a foot slam into my back sending me face first back into the rubble of the marble floor. Haldir stood his ground now wielding Aeglos. Both Deimos and Perses forced me up gripping either my hair or shoulder roughly.

“The cunning warrior attacks neither body nor mind.” Deimos taunted me.

“Haldir go…..” I choked.

“They attack your heart.” He finished.

“Haldir……please…..” I pleaded. But he stood his ground. Then suddenly a fellbeast bursted through the main entrance of the fortress knocking Haldir off his feet and threw him across the room. I cried out his name as the fellbeast flew around before landing. Riding on top of it was Nergal, he gave me a smirk and soon joining with him on top of the fellbeast were Deimos and Perses.

“Hela, Hela, Hela. No good deed goes unpunished. You can thank us later.” Perses told me. I saw as Haldir lay there on his side near one of the columns grimacing in pain. I watched as Perses nodded to Nergal who took out a circular vial filled with green colored potion. He tossed the vial towards Haldir but I leapt towards it.

But the second I touched it….BOOM!! Just like at Helm’s Deep, a large explosion happened everywhere and I was thrown across the other side of the fortress. I heard two more additional explosions ring out and the last thing I saw before I briefly blacked out was nothing but green and black mist forming around me.

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icy-watch · 7 months ago

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Fun fact: Look at Wukong's little blue boy scout cape in the flashback :) yeah it's blue, some unexpected red/blue duo coding with Macky there. AND the one he has in the future is red. In fact, one might even say it's the exact same one Macky was wearing. Gee, wonder what happened there. Also the him!! the white horse dragon Ao Lie who is unexpectedly really derpy and OWO UWU for someone we thought was going to be a grumpy old man at first XD I was just going "haha very Macaque of you Mei" when she was saying "you're nothing!" @/herself kind of in relation to other people also being if so and so expectation isn't met. Y'know *jazz hands towards The Winning Side again* we do say Mei and MK are just ShadowPeach but healthier. but the hero and the warrior- were like...the sea and sky...? And then she did the "ugh this guy" facepalm and I had to pause bc lmao??? Macky does that too......my sincerest apologies to hero!Mei truthers, which could still be very valid and sure was at the start + MK having a bit of Macky's fighting style someone said once, they do swap and share traits a lot but I get the sneaaaaaky feeling we're in for a ShadowPeach 2.0 sometimes. Tang finding Mo is so cute and silly, and Macky is so stressed and tense you can hear it in his voice...hehe, what are all those options btw and did they have anything to do with Point B aka your possible death....whatdya do Mac? If option "Wukong is a traitor" isn't what you subscribe to. Then perhaps its "Wukong is an unwilling participant" cue the theory that Macky attacked Tripitaka and gang bc well, he did it in JTTW anyways but we're expecting the reasons to be different. But there's an extra layer to why he would, almost like *gets dragged off stage* anyways. Tang's face when he realizes which part of the story the magic river water is XD and then we flash to, I think Chang'e floating to the moon? Nezha's fight against that one dragon oh no so they're keeping that plot line, I mean of course they are. Nezha's story is so dark tho, its def implied they're keeping the whole thing I think. Not and LBD jumpscare...I thought that was Princess Iron Fan on my first watch whoops. but hello??? She was part of the Celestial Realm at first??? HMMMMM. well that definitely doesn't make things all the more suspicious. It's kind of funny how much they talk about Monkey King being MK's dad bc the writers are fully aware of what the fandom might think, or was thinking before anyways, but they confirmed it on twitter that's not the case. I just checked ep 6 and its got a nice fun cliffhanger for you to chew on. build up expectations and ideas.

Hmmm... interesting 👀

#thanks for asking!#qua #nonnie

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samsspambox · 3 years ago

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hi sam!! we all know artem is an avid movie enthusiast, how do you think he’d feel abt the mcu and who would be charas he’d lean towards :0

heyo nonnie!

tbh, i feel like artem would kinda feel intrigued by the mcu (seeing as it does have some sci-fi elements to it) and would go out of the way to see some movies, but wouldn't be too hard pressed to watch all of them in order, ya know? casual fan.

though this did get me thinking about what mcu film would be his favorite, and then by proxy the nxx, so

the nxx boy's favorite mcu film

artem: iron man. listen, he appreciates a good movie about war and he's also a sci-fi fan, this one brings two and two together. i don't think he want to go see it in theaters but he did watch it. he appreciated its pioneering in comic book to movie adaptation, especially since it was the first of the mcu series. he doesn't have enough comic book knowledge to fully appreciate iron man, but he does like it! a close second is captain america. probably sided with iron man in the accords tho

marius: thor ragnorok. that one is a given. i feel like marius is definitely humor driven and really likes loki's character a lot. (him 🤝 loki, causing their mothers death JDNDJDBF) the brotherly dynamic is fun to watch and i think that elevator scene really got to him bc he and giann are very different, but marius still loves giann. i put him as a mid tier marvel fan, he's gone to see some movies in theaters but isn't too hard pressed to miss them. he would have gotten into comics through the mcu! he appreciates the difference in art styles

luke: the first avengers movie. i feel like he's a hardcore marvel fan, probably made mc wait at midnight with him to go see some of these movies. i think he's strictly a movie fan tho, which probably drives others crazy. likes that movie specifically bc that's the one that started it all, not to mention all the action sequences. that angle of the camera where it does a circle around the avengers? you know the one. that one gets him so hyped. that movie has a special place in his heart

vyn: i don't peg him as a marvel fan tbh, or any heroes tbh. if he had to pick from the mcu tho, i'd say he'd pick wandavison. i know it's not a movie, but he'd be really interested in seeing wanda's breakdown. okay that sounds so bad but wanda has the ability to warp reality! how would that work in the process of grief? he also has a soft spot for hawkeye bc archer solidarity 😌

#tears of themis #artem wing #luke pearce #marius von hagen #vyn richter #zuo ran #xia yan #lu jinghe #mo yi #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis hc #talks from the spambox #i'm with marius my favorite is thor ragnorock #oh end game wreck marius and luke #artem is by proxy a fan of tom hollands spider-man #bc iron man scouted him #anon asks #nonnie asks #sam answers

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sodafrog13 · 4 years ago

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thinking about how someone kinassigned my punk!mercs different types of punk and what vaporwave subgenres the vpw!team would be into and and how vpw!medic would definitely be into vapornoise and broken transmission

#warning: BIG tag rant #the trash speaks #trashcan's ayoos #i think that was my au tag at leasy #vpw!medic: if i listen to it and it feels like my ears are going to fall off it's good #like everyone assumes he just likes lofi/future funk but he would willingly listen to platic love but backwards and overlayed with static #scout is DEFINITELY mallsoft #he's one of those guys who explores deadmalls in his spare time while narrowly avoiding death and getting arrested for trespssing #pyro.. faux-utopian/utopian virtual #they love that little twinge of funk..#soldier's pretty vanilla. really likes ecojams but will listen to anything #also rlly into post internet tho! he fucks w the slight darker side of vaporwave but not as dark as medic #demo def listens to future visions #he started doing it ironically (bc y'know. one eye.) but then he was like fuck this is actually good #engie loves hypnagogic drift #absolutely loves how synthy and weird it is but he'll also listen to anything #heavy unironically had always loved vapormeme. he knows it barely counts and it sounds ridiculous but he just Vibes with it man #definitely got started on sovietwave tho #spy claims he listens to vapornoise so ppl think he's cool but he REALLY likes future funk and more generally city pop stuff #(yes he knows city pop is its own genre but it slaps ok be nice to him)#sniper really likes late-night lofi. it's the jazzy vibes that do it for him #also muzakcore. the more seemingly mundane the better #these r subject to change but. god i love vaporwave.#also u Cannot ask people around vpw base what they think constitutes as vaporwave or hands WILL be thrown #sorry i know none of u r here for my vaporwave nonsense but like.. could not stop thinking abt it

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library-of-ohara · 3 years ago

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Pokemon Au Headcannons

anon: Pokemon au headcannons for whitebeards, mugiwaras, kid pirates maybe more? Plz!

@dxvilmanlev: ahhh I saw pokemon and got so excited and I already had thoughts for Kid Pirates and pokemon so this was the perfect chance for me to blurb it all out I also decided to add Mihawk and Perona bc i have ideas for them too<3 also I kept them in the one piece world and just inserted pokemon into the world lol i hope that’s okay<3

Eustass Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire, Mihawk & Perona

SFW

Eustass Kid:

• His pokemon: houndoom, steelix, magneton, aggron, mawile, golbat

• I feel steel and dark pokemon fit Kid well

• His first pokemon was Houndour, which he found right before he went out to sea with killer, as they traveled together, Houndour evolved into Houndoom

• Houndoom's moves: Howl, Inferno, Bite, Foul Play

• Steelix was found later on in Kid’s travels, peeking its head over the ship when Kid found it, deciding the Steelix would be a cool addition to his team, he decided to catch it.

• Steelix’s moves: Rock Slide, Iron Tail, Automize, Slam

•Magneton was found when it was a magnemite, Kid was using his devil fruit to make something outside of the ship when the magnemite was pulled in by him. The magnemite evolved shortly after he caught it into Magneton

•Magneton’s moves: Thunder wave, Tri Attack, Magnet Rise, Flash Cannon

• Aggron was a pokemon Kid was battling when he decided it was strong and could be a great addition to his team.

• Aggron’s moves: Metal Claw, Metal Sound, Rock Tomb, Iron Tail

• At first Kid was deceived by Mawile, not thinking anything of the small pokemon until it turned around and bit him, to which he threw out houndoom to battle it. Seeing its strength Kid decided he’ll add it to his team.

• Mawile’s moves: Fairy Wind, Sweet Scent, Bite, Play Rough

• Golbat was found when Kid was scouting the area of his hideout late at night, seeing the bat like pokemon, he decided to battle it and catch it.

• Golbat’s moves: Mean Look, Poison Fang, Air Cutter, Confuse Ray

• When Kid started his journey he never really thought about getting pokemon but as he travelled, caught pokemon and built his team, he was proud of his team and worked hard to make them strong. Enjoys pokemon battles.

Killer:

• His pokemon: duskull, bisharp, scyther, marowak, gliscor, krokorok

• I gave him an assortment of pokemon that i felt fit him

• Early in Kid and Killer’s adventure, Killer was organizing the treasure they found on the most recent island they were at when he heard a noise coming from one of the chests, when he went to look and a duskull popped out. So he decided to catch it, being his first pokemon.

• Duskull’s moves: Shadow Sneak, Curse, Payback, Hex

• Bisharp was a pokemon Killer was battling, liking the sword blade pokemon, he decided instead of defeating it, he’ll catch it and add it to his team.

• Bisharp’s moves: Torment, Iron Defense, Night Slash, Iron Head

• Killer didn’t expect to like Scyther, battling it to get it away from the ship, but the pokemon was fast, keeping up all his attacks so he grew a liking to the Scyther and decided to catch it.

• Scyther’s moves: Fury Cutter, Swords Dance, X-Scissor, Wing Attack

• On their travels, Killer went for a walk at night, spotting a cubone, and seeing the tears in its eyes, feeling sorry for it, he came up to it and sat down, keeping the Cubone company. Within minutes the Cubone calmed down looking at the strong man that was next to it and started evolving into a Marowak, and started following Killer when he left, to which he added Marowak to his team.

• Marowak’s moves: Mud-Slap, Tail Whip, Bonemerang, Stomping Tantrum

• On another night walk, Killer ran into a Gliscor, a pokemon that wanted to battle, so Killer battled it and decided mid battle he was going to add it to his team.

• Gliscor’s moves: Poison Jab, Night Slash, Swords Dance, Knock Off

• Killer found Krokorok on a desert island, it kept following the crew to which Kid said to do something about it, Killer decided to go to the pokemon and feed it some berries, before trying to leave again. But it continued following Killer so he caught it.

• Krokorok’s moves: Sand Attack, Sand Tomb, Crunch, Earthquake

• Killer never really planned to catch pokemon when he set out to sea with Kid, but as his team grew he was fond of the pokemon, growing stronger with them by his side. Doesn’t care for battling pokemon, he’s happy chilling with his team.

Wire:

• His pokemon: zweilous, toxicroak, murkrow, haunter, zorua, vileplume

• I gave Wire some dark/poison/dark types that I think fit well with him

• Zweilous was Wire’s first pokemon, it was following him to the Victoria Punk without him noticing, Heat was the one who pointed it out to which he turned around and saw the pokemon and decided to feed it some berries to see the pokemon’s heads fighting. Catching the pokemon he decided to bring it with him on his journey with the Kid Pirates.

• Zweilous’s moves: Dragon Breath, Scary Face, Headbutt, Dragon Pulse

• One day when they were at a swampy island, a Toxicroak came up to Wire clearly wanting to battle him, to which Wire battled and decided it’d be cool to add another pokemon to his team.

• Toxicroak’s moves: Nasty Plot, Poison Jab, Taunt, Sludge Bomb

• One night at their hideout Wire went for a walk where he met a Murkrow, battling it and adding the pokemon to his team, he’ll often go on nightly walks with the Murkrow.

• Murkrow’s moves: Peck, Wing Attack, Night Shade, Torment

• Haunter was found when it was a Gastly, it was also found on one of Wire’s nightly walks, where he hid himself to silently catch the pokemon and adding it to his team, Gastly evolved into a Haunter a couple days later.

• Haunter’s moves: Lick, Spite, Sucker Punch, Payback

• Wire found Zorua on an island on the outskirts of town on a foggy day, at first all he saw was what he thought was a child but after kneeling down and getting close the pokemon changed back, cautiously walking up to Wire. Wire gave the dark type pokemon a berry before catching it.

• Zorua’s moves: Foul Play, Fake Tears, Scratch, Knock Off

• Vileplume was Wire’s third pokemon, he found the pokemon in a field on an island they were visiting, the grass/poison type tried to use poison powder on him as it was startled, but Wire was quick to get away and battle the pokemon and catch it.

• Vileplume’s moves: Poison Powder, Petal Blizzard, Petal Dance, Spun Spore

• It’s not that Wire didn’t want pokemon, he did, he just didn’t know much before meeting the Kid Pirates so he was excited when he finally got to catch his own team. Wire doesn’t care either way if someone wants to battle, also likes chilling with his pokemon.

Heat:

• His pokemon: weezing, arcanine, salandit, charmeleon, qwilfish, dragapulf

• I felt poison and fire types fit Heat well and added a dragon/ghost type (dragapulf) as well

• Heat found wheezing at the hideout when he was walking around, intrigued by the pokemon he caught it and added it to his team.

• Wheezing’s moves: Poison Gas, Smoke Screen, Sludge, Belch

• Arcanine was found when it was still a small Growlithe. He grew fond of the small fire type and decided to catch it, as time went on the Growlithe evolved into Arcanine.

• Arcanine’s moves: Flame Wheel, Fire Fang, Leer, Flare Blitz

• Salandit was Heat’s first pokemon, finding it when he was a teenager, he thought it was cool, and liked the poison/fire type so he caught it and it’s been by his side through all his travels.

• Salandit’s moves: Poison Gas, Poison Fang, Venom Drench, Flamethrower

• Charmeleon was his second pokemon that he found, when he first joined the Kid Pirates, he fed it some berries because it was hungry and it followed him since.

• Charmeleon’s moves: Growl, Ember, Fire Fang, Flamethrower

• Qwilfish was found following the ship, Heat would go out everyday and feed it til he eventually decided to add the Qwilfish to his team.

• Qwilfish’s moves: Poison Sting, Toxic Spikes, Aqua Tail, Water Gun

• Heat found Dragapulf when it was still a Drakloak, he found the Drakloak to be cool looking so he battled it and caught it to complete his team, as they travelled the Drakloak evolves into Dragapulf and Heat was even more proud to have the Dragon/ghost type with him.

• Dragapulf’s moves: Dragon Darts, Bite, Dragon Dance, Phantom Force

• Heat always couldn’t wait to go out to sea and catch pokemon, he spent time learning what he could and now that he has a team of strong pokemon he couldn’t be any more proud of himself. Heat does everything with his pokemon, and also enjoys battling.

Dracule Mihawk:

• His pokemon: sneasel, mightyena, dusknoir, espeon, chandelure, banette

• I gave Mihawk some ghost/dark & a psychic pokemon, i felt they were interesting and fit him well

• Mihawk found Sneasel injured, when he was visiting an island, taking the pokemon in he healed it’s wounds, and gave it medicine, knowing exactly what pokemon need. Growing fond of the pokemon he added the Sneasel to his team.

• Sneasel’s moves: Scratch, Icy Wind, Taunt, Slash

• Poochyena was Mihawk’s first pokemon that he found when he was a teenager, growing strong together everywhere they went, Poochyena eventually evolved into Mightyena over the years and has traveled with Mihawk since.

• Mightyena’s moves: Crunch, Howl, Scary Face, Take Down

• Mihawk found Dusknoir when it was a Dusclops on his island when he first came to it, battling the pokemon Mihawk found it to be strong and added it to his team, as time went by Mihawk evolved the pokemon into Dusknoir and battled with it to make it even stronger.

• Dusknoir’s moves: Shadow Punch, Astonish, Night Shade, Dark Pulse

• Mihawk never planned to have an eevee, he found them not as interesting, but one day an eevee was following him around and after many attempts to leave it, it always came back, so he decided to catch it and add it to his team, a few days later the during the day he let the eevee roam and it evolved into espeon, to which Mihawk was actually proud to have caught the pokemon.

• Espeon’s moves: Take Down, Psybeam, Charm, Baby-Doll Eyes

• When Mihawk first moved into Kuraigana Island, he found Chandelure in the castle lighting up a dark hallway with a purple glow, catching the pokemon and adding it to his team, he lets it roam free around the castle but usually it just follows him around when he talks walks.

• Chandelure’s moves: Smog, Confuse Ray, Hex, Inferno

• Mihawk also found Banette in one of the castle rooms, knowing the history of Kuraigana Island and how these pokemon appear he figured the pokemon was once a plush doll that was left behind by a child, he added the pokemon to his team.

• Banette’s moves: Curse, Shadow Sneak, Grudge, Phantom Force

• Living most of his life with pokemon, Mihawk knew a lot about them, knowing what berries certain pokemon liked. He seemed to have a natural knowledge of pokemon. Mihawk will only battle if he deems you worthy. His pokemon roam free in the castle when he’s home.

Perona:

• Her pokemon: woobat, umbreon, misdreavus, pumpkaboo, gothorita, morpeko

• She loves cute and spooky things so I gave her some super cute pokemon that I think suit her well<3

• Perona found woobat when she was walking around the forests of Thriller Bark, she found it so cute she just had to have it on her team.

• Woobat’s moves: Gust, Heart Stamp, Air Slash, Attract

• Perona’s first pokemon was an Eevee, it was the first pokemon she’s seen and she thought it was cute so she caught it, as time went by they grew close together, doing everything together when one night the eevee evolved into umbreon, Perona was so excited to have umbreon as apart of her team.

• Umbreon’s moves: Tail Whip, Moonlight, Feint Attack, Confuse Ray

• Perona found Misdreavus when she was sent to Kuraigana Island, she fell in love with the ghost type, catching it and adding it to her team.

• Misdreavus’s moves: Hex, Mean Look, Psywave, Shadow Ball

• Pumpkaboo was another pokemon Perona found on Thriller Bark. She was taking a night stroll when it started following her around, falling in love with the cute pumpkin pokemon. Perona gave it berries and caught it.

• Pumpkaboo’s moves: Trick or Treat, Seed Bomb, Shadow Ball, Scary Face

• When Perona first joined the Thriller bark Pirates, a Gothita followed Perona around, Perona would feed it berries, and eventually decided to catch the psychic type, as time went on and the Gothita evolved into Gothorita and Perona was excited as the pokemon was still cute and now stronger.

• Gothorita’s moves: Confusion, Fake Tears, Psybeam, Psychic

• When Perona decided to go back to Thriller Bark, she found a Morpeko stuffing its face with seeds, once it was done it changed form turning purple and having angry eyes, she fed it some more seed and caught the cute electric/dark pokemon before it could get hangry again.

• Morpeko’s moves: Thunder Shock, Flatter, Spark, Aura Wheel

• Perona has always loved pokemon since she was young, she wanted to have the cutest team of pokemon and she’s also one who has some knowledge of pokemon, reading and looking for cute pokemon everywhere. Loves battling. Definitely dresses her pokemon up and they love it.

#one piece #pokemon au #eustass kid #eustass captain kid #killer one piece #heat one piece #wire one piece #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #perona #perona one piece #perona op #lev’s writings🤍

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jellyfishlemon · 3 years ago

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why do they always end up in a warehouse

.posting a hurt/comfort and also sick fic abt dick bc i want to

ao3: ilovedickgrayson

disc: this is my fic i wrote please don’t steal

Nightwing had been chasing after a group of thugs for a few minutes, he saw a way to corner them in an alleyway. Swinging from his grapple he led them to the spot and cornered the thugs.

Dick coughed and groaned as he launched his grapple to a new spot, he had been sick since he woke up, but that’s no excuse to miss patrol. Plus, he hid it from everyone the best he could, and not to brag or anything but he hid his sickness very well.

“I got them in the alleyway on 8th” Dick spoke to Red Hood, Red Robin, and Batman through his coms. “Coming Dickie” Tim replied. He landed in front of the criminals, he knocked out the first two and walked forward across the rough asphalt to take out the other two thugs.

All he felt was his shoulder shifting and something ripping, a bat hit the back of Dick’s right arm. Nightwing groaned in agony and struggled to stand, holding himself against the wall, white flashed across his vision.

“Fuck you.” He spat at the criminal as he slammed him into the wall. Turning around, Dick dodged a few swings but quickly tied up the two remaining thugs.

Nightwing clutched his limp arm and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Great, his shoulder is dislocated, at least one ligament is torn, AND he feels like shit? This is awesome. Especially since Bruce told him not to go off on his own anyway.

“What’s wrong?” Tim stepped up behind Nightwing, he turned around.

“Hey Red, nothing’s wrong, sorry I just got distracted.” Dick attempted to move his shoulder to make himself look more natural, instead, he earned himself a sharp pain in his arm and the taste of iron in his mouth for biting his tongue so hard.

Tim looked him up and down, giving his older brother a quick assessment. “Okay, let’s go finish up patrol.”

“After you.” Dick grinned and bowed to Tim, trying to make everything seem normal.

Once Tim shot his grapple and left, Dick slid down the brick wall and screamed into his hand. He could also tell that it was an inferior dislocation, the most uncommon and worst type of dislocation. The type he couldn’t just shove back into the socket.

“Okay, deep breath.” Nightwing shot his grapple and followed Tim, grimacing in pain, his limp arm brushing against his side as he flew through the Gotham sky.

Tim, Dick, Jason, and Bruce met on a dark side street to discuss their plan for the capture of a new drug lord who rolled in a few weeks ago. Dick tried his hardest to act normal and it worked, for the most part, it helped that the alleyway was almost pitch black so he could hold his arm and clench his teeth without anyone knowing. The headache from being sick was setting in, as well as his sore throat.

“Red Robin you have watch up top, Jason you go with me, Dick you’ll take out the guards and lead us to this guy.” Bruce assigned them their roles and Dick couldn’t think of a worse time for him to be fighting.

‘Are you kidding me Bruce??’ Dick thought to himself as he nodded and then proceeded to say “Yeah, I got that.”

‘Fuck, this is gonna hurt’

Dick landed in the warehouse and clenched his stomach hunching forward to retch onto the pavement, why does he have to be sick right now?? A dislocated shoulder is bad enough.

“Nightwing? Are you okay?” Bruce spoke sternly into the coms.

Shit, Dick forgot to turn off his coms. “Yeah sorry, the wind got knocked out of me.” Dick swallowed his shame and finished retching.

A crunch came from behind him, Dick whipped around just in time to smack a gun away from his face. He jabbed the man with an escrima stick and kneed him in the stomach as the thug fell to the ground.

“I took down one, I don’t know if he had any affiliation with our guy,” Nightwing informed his brothers and father.

Bruce responded with “Red Hood and I are fighting off some guys as well, I can see Red Robin scouting on the roof. Nightwing, go to the center of the warehouse.”

Dick didn’t need to respond, there was an understanding that when he was told to do something by Batman, he did it immediately. Nightwing held his right arm close to his chest and swallowed down the bile slowly creeping up his esophagus. He continued to fight off the aching blooming in the base of his skull and behind his eye sockets.

He dodged the needle coming at him from the right side, he grabbed it and shoved it into his belt for Batman. Dealing a kick to his right, his leg contacted something solid and the criminal fell to the ground with a thud.

Time was blurred from that moment on, someone hit his right arm and he fell to the ground in white-hot agony, screaming for anyone or anything who could get him away. Groaning and shrieking in pain, he remembers throwing up and getting knocked so hard in the knee it felt like his leg was going to snap off. He was used to that feeling though, lots of criminals tend to go for the legs.

But he still got up and finished the job. Dick saw the drug lord in the middle of the room, injecting himself with a needle. The purple substance leaked from the man's arm and made a *plink* as it hit the floor. No guards were near him so he took advantage, jumping up the side of the rough concrete wall and staking out an overhead attack.

“Update?” Bruce growled.

“5 minutes” Dick responded wearily, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

If he wanted to get out of here safely this would have to be quick and probably pretty sloppy, Dick took a deep breath and attempted to keep his right arm still as he jumped from the balcony onto the criminal. He was careful to land as gingerly as possible on his injured leg.

Dick’s head was spinning and the whole room flipped but he still managed to land a few punches with his left fist. Not before a metal rod hit his neck, hitched his breath, and slammed his back into the ground, forcing Dick to cough and vomit more. His vision shook when he hit the floor, the wind was knocked out of him and Dick struggled to breathe while choking on his own vomit.

He punched and kicked but not being able to breathe took a toll on his fighting ability. Clicking his communicator on, he let Bruce and his brothers hear his effort, hoping they would come to his side.

If he didn’t die from lack of oxygen he would most definitely die from a ruptured artery if this guy didn’t lift some weight off of the bar. Through the pain shooting up his arm, Dick found the strength to arch his back and sweep his leg across the ground. He guessed his plan worked when he heard a grunt and the rod rolled off his neck.

Coughing, Nightwing twisted onto his good arm and threw up more, spit and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and stained the concrete floor a dark red. His sweat-soaked hair stuck to his forehead and mask, one last cough, and Dick was finally able to get himself up. Well, not before stumbling to his left and falling against the wall, his vision faltered while he slid down the wall. His breathing was shallow and painful.

No, no he can’t fall asleep or out of consciousness, it didn’t matter which one, they were both bad in his condition. Dick doesn’t remember hitting his head but that could mean he just forgot that he hit it, or it could mean he’s fine and never hit his head. However, Dick wanted to be on the precautious side of that dilemma so he fought the urge to sleep and slip into the painless, black void behind his eyelids.

Dick doesn’t know how long he sat there, staring in front of him, unmoving not knowing if he was really awake or not. He took slow, shaky breaths cradling his ribs and limp arm. Every few minutes pain would shoot up his arm like a lightning strike and he would groan softly, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching his shoulder, rolling his head back against the wall, hearing the concrete scrape against his scalp.

He had to get out.

#red robin #tim drake #dick grayson #nightwing #whump #hurt #hurt/comfort #sickfic #fanfiction #BatFam #bruce wayne #batman #pain #red hood #jason todd #dc #dcu

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 6

a/n: DKFJSLDKFSJ OMG YOU GUYS IVE LTR BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR SO LONG AACCKKK!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, omg im screeching bc BAHAHAHA THERE IS GOING TO BE A SLIGHT PLOT TWIST YOU GUYS!!!!!

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- Ever since yn got lost during a trip to another school, the team made the rule that she has to hold one of their hands. Its probably so small compared against the boys. She got lost cause babie saw a cat

SKDLFJLSDKFJ EWWWWWWWW IM SCREECHING IN DISGUST RIGHT NOW LIKE THATS SO DIS COS TANG OIKAWA TOORU LIKE LEAVE MY GUY ALONE!!!!!!! #LETMAKKILIVE

lmao yep this is really happening

okay so anyways

you guys know how seijoh is like known around the prefecture right?

and we all know that nekomata and old ukai are like besties so they were talking over the phone right

and nekomata was complaining that his players were already fed up with playing against the same people and they wanted to be challenged and wanted new exposure to other players and all that jazz

old ukai was cackling at the other side bc haha youre actually begging me to find you new teams now?

but anyways

theyre like besties forever so ofc old ukai would help

and by help, he turned to poor zaddy keishin and told him to look for teams that could be sent up to tokyo and play against nekoma

‘what?! im already busy and i dont have time to scout-’

‘YOU WATCH YOUR TONGUE BOY! I CREATED YOUR FATHER AND WITHOUT HIM, YOU WOULDNT BE HERE TODAY!’

‘BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WANTED TO BE ALIVE IN THE FIRST PLACE!’

family goals 😍😍😍

but keishin still listened to his grandfather and recommended seijoh as being the one to go as they are one of the hardest to beat opponents in the preferecture

but its more like he wants to hear about nekoma being destroyed by oikawa’s service aces and grovel at their feet since naoi always made fun of them saying country boys arent as good as city boys

LIKE PLEASE

anyways!!!!!!

nekomata got word of it and immediately phoned aoba johsai and talked to the coach

‘yes, i heard from an old friend of mine that you are quite strong’

nekomata praised, wanting and desperate to have them come up

‘and do you think your team is good enough to beat us?’

LMAO YESSSS GRANDPA IRIHATA!!! DRAG THEM KITTIES!!!!

WAIT NO THAT SOUNDS WRONG

but they settled on their disagreements and decided yep they were going to go up there and have a practice match

however

irihata and nekomata wanted their boys to be kept in the dark about who this team is as knowing them, they have sources to find them tapes of old plays

they wanted it to be a fair match

even the managers were being kept from it as they could easily be influenced by the players for that information

irihata walked into the gym and announced a team meeting to which they stopped

you sat down next to kyotani, who pulled you beside him and wrapped a protective arm around your waist

‘we have a practice match against a prominent team up in tokyo in 3 days. make sure you have your plays right and pat down as they are known to be quite an opponent’

the boys shouted a determined cheer and they all hussled back to practice

you were running around, tending to everyone with towels or medical tape

once you finally sat back down on the bench, you noticed your phone screen light up, indicating someone sent you a message

it was natsu

you swiped open and smiled softly at his picture

it a selfie of him in front of his school as you told him to send you a picture that he arrived safely

‘got here in one piece since im not ready to meet daddy satan yet’

i hate him you guys

after receiving news of his mother gaining custody of him, he cheered and was able to go back to tokyo without his father in the picture

lets just say,,, hes not nice

anyways

you were sad to let him go but you understood he missed his friends and his almost-boyfriend so you were able to say goodbye easily at the station

‘gross but im pretty sure katsuki would blow satan to smithereens’

‘hehe ;) he would’

‘N A S T Y’

you cringed but giggled and the team noticed so they tried hard to gain your attention back on them

‘aaa!!!!! y/n-chan!!! my leg!!!!’

‘i think i chopped off my finger!!!!’

‘my head snapped off my body!!!!!’

you rolled your eyes and placed your phone down before walking over to mattsun to help him snap his head back on his neck

finally, it was the day of the match

you were arranged to stay the night at tokyo to have a few practice matches with this unknown team

the team was arranged to meet at the train station at 9:45 since the train leaves at 10

you arrived the earliest to keep track of everyone and just because you were actually kinda excited

theres this weird feeling in your stomach that isn’t exactly bad but its,,, giddy

you sat on the bench, waiting for the team

they all started arriving one by one and you were doing a headcount for everyone but you were missing one

you checked your phone and you noticed he was getting late

it was already 9:54

you hate it when people are late to meeting time so you were slightly irritated

you dialed up your captain’s number and you stood up, pacing around

‘hello~~~~ y/n-cha-’

‘oikawa-san! do you know what time it is?! you were arranged to come here at specifically 9:45 but its 14 minutes passed that so where the hell are you? you better have a good excuse you piece of-’

‘aww y/n-chan oikawa-san is sorry’

someone whispered in your ear from behind and you flinched, surprised at the sudden person

oikawa wrapped an arm around your waist while his other hung up the call and you turned around, arms crossed while pouting at him

‘sorrysorrysorry!’

he apologized and you rolled your eyes

‘i swear, oikawa-san. if i find out it was because of your hair again-’

‘oi shittykawa! your sister just called me and you left the curling iron on, you stupid bastard!’

iwaizumi’s shout made oikawa sweat and pale

your eyes glinted dangerously

‘this is the last straw, oikawa-san’

you growled and he shot down to his knees and was about to start praying to you when the coach decided he had enough entertainment for the day and called everyone to gather around

‘heres your tickets. this train will get us there around lunch time so dont worry about getting hungry’

the shinkansen train had 2-person seating so everyone fought secretly amongst each other to sit next to you

literally, their private group chat was blowing up until early this morning at the shouts and yells of everyone caps locking their arguments as to why they deserve to sit next to you

the only one who didnt was mattsukawa issei

bc quite frankly, he didnt care who he sat next to and although it sounds nice to be next to you, he isnt exactly the comfiest to sleep on due to the obvious size difference

lmao like your head probably wouldnt reach his shoulders bruh

now youre not oblivious

or blind

so you noticed the glares of everyone as you all stood for the train to come

and you also noticed mattsun just standing there, bored, so you sneaked over to him, wrapping your arms around him

‘arent you excited, mattsun-san?’

he gasped quietly at your sudden appearance but he smirked

‘its nothing special. just another team that we’re going to beat’

you giggled at his confidence and you walked in front of him so you could properly be held by him

it was practically second nature now by the way he just opened his arms and you crashed into them, his own wrapping around your shoulders to hold you tight

‘i love your confidence so much mattsun-san’

he flushed red and furrowed his eyebrows, head turning to the side to hide the obvious effect you had on him

‘whats the point of playing when you cant be confident’

‘aaaa why are you looking away mattsun-san!!!’

lmao when the team saw you sitting next to mattsun, they all felt so betrayed like bruh

ltr kyo and iwa were about to go feral

oikawa was like ready to screech his ass off but one look from you made him shut up

‘i sincerely, really, truly hope youre just complaining about the seat hurting your flat ass, oikawa-san’

KDFJLSDKFJSDL Y/N NO STOP IT

it was kinda funny actually bc everyone was all pouting and sulky while you just have mattsun who’s smirking like ‘beat that’

SDKFJLSDKF I LOVE MATTSUN’S SMIRK LIKE PLEASE OMG

ofc he let you sit at the window bc you love window seats

like iwa, he also pulls up the arm barrier thingy and you shuffle closer to him and mattsun practically combusts

the ride isnt expected to be very long but you still found yourself sleeping during it

mattsun has his arm around your shoulder while your head is leaning against his peck man boobie

omg its so cute like he actually slides lower on the seat to help you reach his shoulder and hes slouching and back is hurting just for you

;’)

he was awake the whole time bc he couldnt sleep with his heart beating so hard it might rip out of his chest

ew thats kinda gorey

your hand was gripping his own and to pass time, he found himself fiddling with your fingers

an unknown smile appeared on his face at the obvious size difference between yours and his

a finger traced different and foreign shapes just to feel the softness of your hand and he combusts again when you unconsciously squeeze his hand

mattsun couldnt help but bring your linked hands up and kiss the back of yours

it was soft, gentle, and his lips lingered there for more than a second

then a sudden feeling of fatigue washed over him and he leaned his cheek against the top of your head

the last thing he remembers is the smell of your f/s (favorite smell) shampoo

then you guys arrived in tokyo

irihata had to personally wake you all up because even naoi fell asleep and everyone fell asleep

irihata gently shook mattsun awake and when the boy opened his eyes, the older man nodded over to your form

‘gently wake her up’

as if mattsun didnt already know

thats why he softly ran the pad of his thumb on your cheek that was exposed to the air

‘y/n~~’

he coos and your nose twitches, in between the border of dreams and reality

‘darling, wake up, baby bear’

FSDKLFJSDLKSDJKFJDSKLFJSDLFKSJDLF YOU GUYS I CANNNNTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also im listening to kataomoi by aimer so that kinda influences the ‘darling

his deep voice that surprisingly reaches a level of quietness made your eyes flutter

your whole face scrunched at suddenly being woken up but the sight of mattsun’s genuine smile made you mirror it and cuddle closer for an extra dose of warmth

‘hmm, is my baby tired?’

he teasingly whispers and you nodded, snuggling even further and he gently cups your face

his hold had made your cheeks squeeze slightly together and your pout increased the cute factor

‘nwoooo dont skweeze demmm’

you slurred and he chuckled

‘hai hai’

‘kwiss it better’

you demanded and he full on laughed before moving his hands to your jaws so he could plant many kisses on your cheeks

the repeated kisses tickled so you giggled and squirmed

‘aaaaaa mattsun-san it tickles!!!’

your playful protests forced him to stop and allow you to actually sit up

as usual, your hair was a bird’s nest and mattsun attempted to settle it out

‘hah, y/n-chan your hair is like another being itself’

he choked out and you pouted at him

‘so mean! mattsun-san is so mean! baba-san! rescue me!!’

yahaba was known in the team to be the one who fixed your hair and you trusted him the most with it

hearing his name being called, the pretty boy dashed towards you and mattsun’s seats

‘is senpai giving you trouble again? come, honey, come to baba-san’

mattsun gave him a look for the younger’s passive agressive tone

oikawa immediately dashed over right next to yahaba

‘oh? y/n-chan! oikawa-san is here!!’

iwa and kyo growled

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA!’

meanwhile irihata and naoi were just done

they just wanted to get off the train like is that such a big favor?

finally!!!!

seijoh was able to actually make it to the city and ngl, despite living in sendai, you were actually overwhelmed by the bustling city of tokyo

there were people all over the place and many cars and you were being pushed around

it didnt help that it was ltr lunch hour and a flurry of business people just flooded out of their buildings

you unconsciously gripped your bag and focused on just not tripping over people so your eyes were trained on your feet

then in the corner of your eye, you saw a tiny animal that was in danger of being stepped on so you ofc had to go chase after it

you shouted at some people to watch out and to not step on it

but then it disappeared

the moment you looked up, everyone was gone

you panicked and your head was turning from side to side

‘MATTSUN-SAN?! IWA-SAN?! KYO-SAN?!’

you shouted but it seems your voice wasnt loud enough

GIRL YOU GOTTA MANIFEST THAT BULLHORN VOICE

worry and dread bubbled inside of you but you stopped, just trying to calm down and think

then you saw the flash of white again so you hurriedly ran after it, not knowing that you were straying away from the city and towards the suburbs

you noticed you were now lost at the less amount of feet walking and this wasnt the city and you were now away from the team

taking yoru eyes off of the cat, you looked around to confirm your fear and that gave the cat an opportunity to disappear again

yoo crookshanks

huffing a curse, you pulled your phone out of your bag and dialed each

your phone wasnt reaching the boys and no one was picking up

what the heck

you ended up at some quieter and less crowded spot

like a neighborhood

you contemplated calling natsu as he lived in tokyo but tokyo was a big city and you were at some neighborhood so its highly unlikely he would know where you are

so you just walked around, looking for a place to sit and think like a park

then you heard a distressed meow

you were just walking and hearing that loud cry of help made you stop and immediately follow the sound

‘kitty? kitty?’

you called out even though you knew fully well they didnt understand you

but the cat cried even louder and you heard another cat

it was less higher pitched and honestly, you just felt like there was another cat

as you looked around, you saw the same cat you followed after and it bobbed its head at you as if asking you to follow him

‘you want me to go with you?’

the cat blinked then turned around and started walking

‘okay then’

you took the time to inspect the actual color of the cat

it was dominantly white furred but it had multiple colored spots, mainly yellow and brown

you eventually ended up at a large tree with a cat shivering on the biggest branch

it was black and had some fur sticking out at the top of its head and it looked young so its probably a kitten

you tutted and reached out your hand but it recoiled, hissing at you

BOI SHE TRYING TO HELP YOU WHAT

‘hey, i want to help you’

you softly said and maybe youre just doctor dolittle?

bc it stopped hissing and started whining instead

‘kenma-san! i swear i saw it just now-’

a sudden foreign voice made the black haired cat hiss again and this time, even you were counted as a threat

the appearance by the corner of two boys made you glare at them

one was freakishly tall with grey hair and scary green eyes while the other was shorter and had bleached hair that grew out

they both wore running shorts and black shirts and they looked like they were on a run or something

then you had a thought

this guy was tall

he could help

‘hey! you!’

you waved and the boys stopped, eyes wide

they pointed to themselves and you nodded

‘yes, silly! especially the tall one!’

the other had a flash of a glare that disappeared almost immediately but the ‘tall one’ happily skipped over

‘oho, hello chibi-chan’

KDFJSLDFKSDJLFDKSJ YES IM CONDENSCENDING

you puffed your cheeks out in anger at the nickname but this was not the time

‘that kitty up there is stuck. and i cant help it because its scared. and its all the way up there’

you pointed and he nodded

‘i followed that cat here too but i needed someone else. thats why i brought kenma-san’

your eyes shifted to ‘kenma-san’ who was focused on the other cat who also stared back at his spot by the tree

hmmm, they look kinda similar

‘well! we need to help it,,,,,, grandpa-san!’

taken aback by the nickname, the tall guy gasped while the blonde boy choked out a sudden laugh and you giggled

‘GRANDPA?!’

‘yea. you know cus you have gray hair’

you reasoned and he was about to retort when he stopped himself

‘no. we have more important matters in hand. kenma-san, come stand on my shoulders. chibi, use my jacket to catch it if it falls’

you scrambled to do your task but you heard kenma-san mumble

‘you cant tell me what to do’

‘oh hey! whats your name?’

you asked and the tall guy waved

‘im lev. haiba lev. first year’

‘kozume,,, kenma. im a second year’

‘oh! then nice to meet you! im l/n y/n!’

introductions had to be cut short as you all assembled

kenma wobbled while lev cringed at the obvious pain but they gritted their teeth and kenma lunged to grab the cat

but the cat jumped away, falling to the ground where it was caught safely by you

thankfully the jacket saved you from scratching but after a few soft whispers of reassurance, the kitty calmed down and it resulted in just shaking

‘its okay. we’re okay. i got you’

you were completely oblivious to the fact that kenma and lev were on the ground, bleeding after falling, or the shout at the distance

‘kenma! lev!’

‘Y/N-CHAN!’

you three turned to see two groups of boys coming from two directions

on the right had a guy with black hair similar looking to the cat on your arms

while the left had your familiar looking captain

‘oikawa-san!’

you shouted and he ran up, eyes wide with worry

‘where were you?! why did you run off?! you shouldn’t-’

he rambled but your eyes stopped at the appearance of your familiar pink-haired cousin

‘natsu?!’

you shrieked and he had an equally surprised expression

‘y/n?!’

he shouted

‘what-!’

he started but you beat him to it

‘why are you here?!’

you pointed to the people behind him

‘im,,, a manager. im a manager for my volleyball team’

‘volleyball,,,’

you trailed off

‘VOLLEYBALL?! NEKOMA?!’

you knew of your cousin’s school but you didnt think you guys would meet here

‘shes your cousin?’

someone piped up from the back and natsu nodded, still looking at you

‘oya? the apple doesnt fall far from the tree, then. hello gorgeous, the names kuroo tetsurou’

KSLDFJDSK I HATE THIS LIKE PLEASE HES JUST A NERD YET I WRITE HIM LIKE THIS I HATE MYSELF

‘HAH?! YOU BACK OFF!’

kyotani started but you caught him in time, holding him in your arms

‘nooo,, calm down, kyo-san’

natsu’s nose crinkled and his mouth curled

‘ugh, nice to see you too, brat’

‘BRAT?! YOU BASTARD!’

‘IM A THIRD YEAR, YOU BASTARD!’

kyotani was held back by oikawa and iwa while your cousin was with that kuroo guy and lev

you hurried back to the rest of the team and they each glared at you but they had an obvious expression of relief

‘do that again y/n-’

‘i know, makki-san. youll use a leash backpack’

lets just say its not,,, the first time youve been lost

‘new team rule. youre holding someone’s hand at all times. no matter what, always hold us’

yahaba scolded and watari nodded

meanwhile, mattsun grabbed your hand and gripped it tight

‘youre never leaving my sight again’

his tone was different from his usual playful and teasing voice

you knew he was very worried and that made you feel really guilty

‘im sorry’

you whispered and he pulled you to him, hugging you tightly

‘its okay. youre here right now and thats all that matters’

you nodded and you turned your head, leaning on his chest to watch oikawa yelling and shouting at this kuroo guy while your cousin and kyo were arguing and you chuckled

this was,,, chaos

‘dear god, you shouldve let me be lost for a few more hours’

you mumbled, smiling lightly when mattsun’s chest vibrated as he laughed

‘take me with you next time’

‘i will’

you hummed

‘Y/N-CHAN! YOU ARE NOT GOING NEAR THIS-THIS MONGREL!’

oikawa screeched, stomping his way over to you

you smirked

‘oi kuroo-san! lets hang out after the match!’

oikawa screamed

a/n: now that my nekoma manager is out, i can finally have a manager x manager interaction and uwuwuwuwu just wait until i finish the others and ill do that req anon sent in ;) if you sent it in, you know what im talking about ;)

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sunlightandsuffering · 3 years ago

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Prompt : they are both famous and secretly dating.

tbh I don't know what this is or if it makes any sense at all, so sorry anon for butchering ur prompt, but I'm a basic bitch and I like my drake, so like this is gonna be pain bcuz my favourite song on the new album is just pain and I can't stop thinking about a fucked up celebs relationship to it, just ANGST AND PAIN!! 😭😭 but those lyrics hit, can't believe I wrote a song fic ugh circa Tumblr 2015 jfc I'mma write a happier ending to this in another prompt 😂 bc someone else asked for the same thing.

Fucking Fans

I'm still working on me

Eren stands at the Met Gala, holding Mikasa by the waist, giving a cramped smile for photos and keeping her close. People call their names and cameras flash and his beloved blinks, hiding her face into his shoulder as the lights overwhelm her.

He looks down at her lovingly as some jackass reporter yells about a cheating rumour and her pretty face pinches up. Eren is quick to comfort her with his touch, both hands gripping her waist reassuringly as he decides it's time for them to go inside.

"Come on Miki," he kisses her forehead and she nods, accepting. Neither of them wants to think about those rumours, the damage and the pain they bring up is too much and it's all his fault, he knows, but he can't undo it.

The guilt eats at him and she holds his hand tighter, the despair takes him and she cuddles him at night.

They're together now but sometimes Eren wonders just how it happened, how he came back from falling so far. How she took him back when he fucked up so massively.

And I'm coming back better for you

The day he shows up on her door step again is the day of the biggest awards show of the season, the one he knows she's going to kill and probably sweep several categories. Just because she's that amazing. He finds her where he expects, in her apartment, the address Armin gave him, doing her own hair and makeup, humble Mikasa just like always, ironing out her own dress. He shows up in a suit with as many white roses as he can fit into a bouquet and ready to leave if she still hates him, which she has every right to.

But he's been through months of therapy, gave Armin control of his bank account, and check himself into rehab thrice, every time he was even inching closer to relapse.

He's not fixed, but he's better, marginally, and he wants her to know it, know he still loves her at the very least.

She opens the door, beautiful even without makeup, and wearing a white slip and her pretty red mouth parts in shock.

All he can do is hold out his roses as tears leave his eyes at seeing her for the first time in months.

Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness that I took advantage of

It was so easy with Mikasa, she was so devoted to him. So loving and sweet, always there for him.

She'd wait up, let him do what he wanted, never wanting to stifle or control him. Too afraid their tenuous relationship would crack and they'd break up.

A part of him blames her for it, for being so willing to let him do what he wanted. She'd been passive, unsure how to insert herself, had minimal complaints, letting him ruin his life party by party, late night after late night, drugs and alcohol all of it.

But he knows he can never hold her accountable for his own actions, and the day she's finally done with his bullshit is both the best and worst day of his life. She finally says no, and it begins his path to fixing himself. Because hitting rock bottom is losing the most important thing in his life, and that's Mikasa.

You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, up

The problem with her passivity is he knows it's not passivity at all, she just doesn't know what to do, how to fix him. Eren has always had a temper, and she's known him for a long time, knows he'll lash out and behave worse if provoked. So she'd reacted as best she could, leaving rehab pamphlets out, asking him to stay in and watch movies, bake with her, anything other than going out to party.

But he'd stumble home every night and see her asleep on the couch, waiting. Always there to pick him up instead of a cab, not wanting the paparazzi to get a hold of him, she was always there.

And you try and block it out

They lived in a bubble, they pretended it didn't happen. They didn't acknowledge when he was too hungover to shoot the next morning. She'd brew him coffee, get him through the day, flush his drug stash when they checked, both his saving grace and biggest enabler.

Even when he's kissing her for more than just an on-screen kiss, lips drinking her in like a man starved, and the next morning she finds new girls in his bed, she keeps quiet.

They're a mess, but every time she dutifully kicks the girls out and drags him to the shower.

I'm so sorry for letting you down

When he'd first become famous, he hadn't known what to do with himself. He'd been scouted for how many movies, tv-shows, underwear commercials, brand deals. It was a whirlwind as Hollywood found their new boy wonder, handsome, smart and a nice boy.

His best friend, and female love interest in their debut movie, Mikasa, who had followed him to Hollywood on nothing more than a whim, was equally bombarded with fame and fortune. They'd always been close, always best friends, but never quite more, no matter how much they both obviously wanted it. It never progressed beyond a few acted kisses.

Still, they got an apartment together, and Eren had thought it was the start of something great, he was living the dream. Rich and famous with his best friend, the girl he'd secretly loved since he was young.

He'd been content just to stay up late and watch movies with her before work, to visit her on set and bring her donuts. They were Hollywood's shining stars, two kids sickeningly sweet in love even though they weren't officially dating, they were as good as.

At the advice of his agent, he'd started doing more, started picking up a few other gigs on the side, modelling, but he kept it small, he didn't want to overwhelm himself, and he still wanted time for Mikasa.

It had gone well, they'd taken fame okay, and Eren had been proud, neither of them had a sex-scandal or a pregnancy scare yet. They'd even been inching towards finally being something more than just friends, a few heated looks, some on-stage kisses to finally get the ball rolling.

Then Mikasa had been cast in an upcoming romance movie and her love interest hadn't been Eren, it had been Jean.

That had been the start of his spiral.

He'd never meant for it to get so far out of control, how many movies he started doing, how many promotions. Meanwhile Mikasa, smart, brilliant Mikasa stuck with smaller projects and only ever one at a time, preferring to keep close to their apartment. He was all she had, and she was all he wanted.

Nights when I just needed to hold somebody

He misses her, lays in bed awake at night thinking about her, how long it’s been, when was the last time he saw the curve of her face in person and not in a washed-out picture on a magazine. Girls in and out of his apartment, trying to fill the empty void inside him, and nothing works, nothing ever works. Because he’d fucked it up, said he didn’t need her, told her he could do it on his own, fame wouldn’t take him. Called each other names, every one in the book, screaming matches over stupid shit, if he should take that job, what she was doing with Jean, how she was eating, if she was eating enough.

The toxicity was palpable in their apartment until finally Mikasa just left and he broke.

Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody

Fame takes him like a drug addiction, actually it comes with a drug addiction, heroine, cocaine, molly, all of it. In trying to ditch his Hollywood’s sweetheart, good boy image he diverts his life so radically he doesn’t know if he can ever get back to where he was. He loses weight, barely gets by, he doesn’t even understand how he’s still getting booked, but people want him even more now that he’s Hollywood’s bad boy. Meanwhile Mikasa is disgraced now that he’s ‘thrown her away’ even though it was the other way around. Last he heard she lived in a little apartment on the upper east side, leaves only to work, and to fly up to see their families. He hasn’t seen his parents in months, doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to see the look in their eyes when they realize how skinny he’s gotten, how his body lacks muscle, skin barely clinging to bone, gaunt and lifeless.

He needs help, but he’s spiraling, he’s committed and no matter how many times Armin tries to get him into rehab, he never goes. What’s the point Mikasa is gone, he’s not getting her back, all he has now is the money, the drugs, and the women.

Picturin' it's me sending chills through your body

He hears she’s dating Jean now and somehow, he gets worse.

Every fear he’d ever had comes to life and he gets angry, his temper coming back full force. The past few months he’d barely been getting by, not really living, but his rage awakens him. She’d told him no, that they weren’t dating, never so much as kissed outside of work. What a fucking lie.

How many girls he takes home that month he doesn’t know, how many paparazzi photos of women leaving his apartment, how he dreams it’s Mikasa under him, not some rando.

He sees her on the cover of some magazine, walking innocently with Jean and it sends him into even more of a rage, but under it all he wishes it was him, doesn’t matter that they were never official, that it only happened a few times, he wants her back. But Eren’s never been good at navigating his emotions, so he clings to his rage like a lifeline.

I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you

When they ask about her in interviews, he doesn’t answer. Not until that once, when he lets it slip and he watches Armin wilt in real time from behind the camera as he spits the words, “I think it’s obvious, she’s with Jean now isn’t she, right after she was with me, figure it out yourself.”

The insinuation is lethal, cruel, mean and he knows it’s not true, but he says it anyway. He knows she didn't do it, but still the coincidence hurts too much, the very thought that there might have been something romantic going on with them before makes him want to throw up.

The interviewer looks shocked before he brightens up at the tidbit of information, like a vulture picking apart the last pieces of his heart, massacring it further, but Eren doesn’t mind the pain anymore. It fuels his rage and that’s all he has these days.

How am I supposed to get to know somebody?

When the rage wears off months later and Mikasa has done nothing, no comment on his interviews, no appearances, no angry texts, just silence, he becomes numb. Then the sadness sets in, because losing her romantically isn’t even the worst part, he doesn’t even have his best friend anymore, he’s lost her too.

She’s become a recluse, a hermit, he hasn’t even seen her with Jean on the magazine covers lately. Distantly he knows it’s because their movie is finished filming, and she was probably never dating him in the first place.

He goes to awards shows in hopes of at least catching a glimpse but she’s gone into hiding, there’s rumours she’s back in their hometown, but he’d never visit, not with the disgrace he’s become. He tries to date seriously, tries to talk to other actresses, but it’s all so vacant, disingenuous. All they want him for is his image, there’s nothing real about these women anymore, everything is fake, plastic right down to their boobs. Nothing like Mikasa, who was pure to her core, even in the face of her fame.

If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless

He'd cried for weeks after she'd ended it, despite it being entirely his fault.

Armin had cancelled all his engagements and Eren hadn't left the apartment, curling himself up on her empty mattress, her room a barren wasteland.

He'd only eaten when Armin forced him too, and only come out of his hibernation after his mother had called to yell, Armin holding the phone right in his ear, the first time he'd spoken to her in forever.

If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless

He’s got money, but it means nothing. Mikasa has money too, it doesn’t even matter. What has it all been for? He doesn’t even know anymore. All he’s gotten from his acting career is trust issues, more money than he knows what do with and the loss of his best friend and the only girl he’s ever loved.

It’s all a blur now, he acts, he models, he does PR. Armin makes him a schedule and he follows it. They meet with his nutritionist and his personal trainer, and he starts working out again, eating real food, not just smoking, and drinking coffee to supress his appetite.

Armin is the only reason he’s still a functioning human being as Eren hits rock bottom. The only one left to try and push him out.

I was out here fucking fans, I was shameless

He knows he fucked up, it’s why he starts therapy.

The shit he’d done, high off his own fame and arrogance, it’s messed up and he he knows it now. All the girls, all the money and the drugs, ignoring Mikasa’s concerns, dragging her down with him.

He doesn’t blame her now, he knows none of it was fair, she was justified in leaving. They were toxic, their half on, half off relationship, how he'd commit to the drugs but never her.

He can still remember the first time he kissed her, really kissed her, Eren and Mikasa not two characters on screen. It was after their first awards show for their movie, he’d been so excited, so delightfully sober, he couldn’t help himself, she’d been so pretty in her white dress, he’d leaned down before he could stop himself. The first night they’d had sex, her moans, her soft cries of pleasure, nothing had ever measured up since.

It had been bliss, for about a month or so and then they’d really been discovered, and it had all been shot to hell.

All the fans, all the women throwing themselves at him, his eyes couldn’t help but wander despite Mikasa always being the most radiant in the room. He had her love, he’d had everything, but that insidious voice in the back of his head had wondered. Thought the grass was greener on the other side, wanting to explore fame at the same time they’d finally started their relationship.

You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you

They’d kept it casual at Eren’s insistence and Mikasa’s heartbreak, his rock had been willing to allow it for him, for the chance to finally explore their relationship. But he could see how much it hurt her, the tabloids were the worst part, every day a new cover, another apartment he’d leave, another hookup in the parking lot. And he could barely justify it to himself, why he did it, why he continued to do it? He had everything he could ever want in Mikasa, the girl he’d loved since forever, finally in the palm of his hand, willing to give herself wholly to him.

And yet fame had called him more, and the people he was hanging out with only encouraged it, the famous lifestyle, drugs, sex and rock and roll.

Everyone was doing it, so why shouldn’t he?

Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do

The rumours spiralled out of control after a while, there was nothing he could do, it was over, they had too much on him.

He'd been telling himself lies that maybe she was with Jean on the side, that she had the same opportunities as him, she could go out and sleep around too.

As if Mikasa would ever even consider it.

He’d finally given into being exclusive, seeing the toll it was taking on Mikasa, after Armin smacked him upside the head and told him he was going to lose her if he didn’t get his shit together. Eren had finally realized how irreversibly he was fucking up his relationship, but by then, it had been too late.

When they finally started truly dating, monogamy and all, it had been far, far too late. The backlog of photos the paparazzi had was ridiculous, any opportunity they got to demonize him they took.

He and Mikasa been casual at the time of all the photos, sure, but anyone would buckle under the weight of constant articles about their significant other cheating. Eren became the villain in his own story, and Hollywood loved it, ‘Bad Boy Eren Yeager Ditches Mikasa Ackerman’. He still remembers the headline, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, she’d come home, dropped the offending magazine on the coffee table and hidden in her room for the rest of the night. He’d slept outside her door, and the next morning he’d been woken by her stepping over him to leave, bags packed.

It was sad, they’d never even officially dated to the public, they hadn’t gotten to that point. She’d wanted to reveal it at some awards show by taking him as her date, thanking him in her speech, her boyfriend, Eren Yeager. Overnight the paparazzi had singlehandedly broken them up for shit he hadn’t even done.

He had no one but himself to blame.

Hard for me to justify the women I was into

Looking back, he can’t say why he did it or what the purpose of all the models that looked eerily like her were for. Maybe he was trying to fill the empty space in his heart, maybe he felt neglected by her friendship with Jean and how obvious the man’s feeling for her were, but for one reason or another, he’d slept his way through about half of the Victoria’s Secret fashion show, and award shows were awkward these days. Meeting the eyes of all the talented women he’d hooked up with in such a professional setting was uncomfortable at best.

How many more did he not even remember, to high off drugs and alcohol and his own ego?

Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you

He’d seen it in how Jean looked at her the first time they’d walked the red carpet as promotion for their movie. The tall man was a b-list actor and he’d been invited to the pre-screening, and he’d watched Mikasa the entire night. His gaze wasn’t moved by Eren’s arm wrapped protectively around her waist or his chin resting on her head, nor the possessive hand on her thigh.

They hadn’t even been fooling around back then, but he couldn’t help himself, he didn’t want Jean’s eyes on her. She was also Mikasa Ackerman, and the whole world thought she was just as beautiful and amazing and perfect as he did.

But she was his. His best friend, love of his life, his everything

If only he’d treated her like it.

Probably made you want to hit the streets on everything

She doesn't take him to the awards show the night he comes begging, but she lets him inside her apartment. Lets him help her with her hair, something he's sorely missed. Something he's familiar with, been braiding her hair since they were kids.

He helps her put it up into a beautiful twist.

And when Jean knocks at her door to take her to the awards show he lets her go, kisses her cheek and tells her how much he loves her, how she's going to win it all and he'll be waiting her when she gets back.

And then she leaves, walks away with another man and Eren thinks he deserves it, it's his penance, how many times has she felt this same way, how many women has he been through?

Probably made you want to pour bleach on everything

He discovers not a single remnant of himself in her apartment, no pictures, no clothes she's borrowed. Even his old sweatshirt, her favourite one is gone. Hell, even their award for best-onscreen-kiss is gone.

He finds it all in a crumpled box under her bed and it's his own fault for snooping, their photo crumpled up and misshapen, riddled with water damage. Probably from her tears if he had to guess.

Probably made you want to kill me on everything

She comes home that night and Eren is surprised, he'd expected her to go to Jean's. Hadn't really believed she was going to come back. Had resigned himself to sleeping on the couch and waiting till tomorrow when she'd come home dishevelled and covered in hickeys and bruises, the kind good sex gives you. The kind he'd never really allowed himself to give her.

That's when she'd really broken and he'd been so fucking happy when she'd thrown her purse at him. No more of her her silent rage, her forced smiles. She'd kicked and screamed, cried in his arms only to hit him brutally with a pillow, chasing him to the end of the couch. Hands restraining his wrists, as she curses him out, tears running down her beautiful cheeks sparkling in the moonlight, she's a vengeful goddess and he deserves every second of her wrath.

She collapses on top of him in a heap of sobs and all he can do is hold her, hating himself just as much as he's sure she does.

Yeah, trust, I know that

He wakes the next morning with her weight in his arms, and he holds her like he never wants to let go.

He's lucky she's even here with him right now, that she didn't kick him out on the spot. That she even cares enough to still fight with him. He kisses her forehead softly, he knows.

Yeah I kinda hate this but whatever have angst 🤷🏻‍♀️

#lys's drabbles

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stxrmapper · 3 years ago

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Drabble for Scout, tw for suicide implication. Mostly introspection, nothing detailed. Put under readmore bc of the length lmao

Where do you go when you want to get away from it all? Well, the end of the world, of course.

Not literally. At least not now. Right now, he just sat on a high wall, far, far above the water. It had been the end of Scout's world a long time ago, before he could remember. Hah, then again that could be decades, even centuries ago, or just things from days ago. But centuries ago, he'd plunged to the bottom of the huge lake, leaking fluids and turning the water a murky brown, preventing his flickering optics from seeing the calm surface. That had happened more than once, actually, but here was where Cyclone had first found him.

The end of Felix's world. The beginning of his. The one name he could remember keenly was his own, the first one: the one that every Exo would keep with them, whether they remembered or whether it was hidden in some deep recess of their locked memories.

Funny, how he could so easily remember the name of a dead man, yet struggled to remember those of some people close to him. Atlas held the fireteam on his shoulders, Lynx stood by his side in the shadows, Ari was the blazing hammer that fed into his Golden Gun, Sam the biting cold that obsured a warmer core...

...The New Light.

Not so new anymore, how could he not--

Scout wondered what he was like as a New Light. Things were patchy. He knew the Dark Ages were rough, but he did remember harassing the Warlords a lot. And the Iron Lords a bit. Did Cyclone tell him that or did he remember himself? Surely the former, it'd been a long time. Idly, he fidgeted with a Solar lit knife, watching the small dot of reflection upon the lake's surface shift with his every movement. Always funny, how something could be such a great mimic, but imperfect. A dark reflection, a silhouette aside from the Light he bore.

A saint for rejecting the Darkness, what did that bring? Weakness against those who had mastered both Light and Darkness, feigned purity and a fake sense of morality.

The knife had many names carved into it - Nemo, Isiel, Chares, Naberius, Ivy, Sam, Zorya, a new marking for Oracle, and Cygnus. The Exo Titan had seemed so much happier, so much more content before becoming a Guardian. Scout didn't think he had known anyone else for so long before they died, only to be reborn. Exos were always his favourite type of person to hang out with, someone who just got the struggles without him having to explain a word, someone who could help him through them. Cygnus in particular, the Titan just seemed to get him too, ever since they met. Ivy was a great friend, but he always worried. Cygnus knew when to keep his distance. Now? Scout wished there wasn't so much distance.

Scout felt like he was stuck on the precipice of the universe, between the black and grey, where he was the only Light and all he could do was fall forward. It was strange, in his mind, he'd always thought of death as people's biggest fears, which was something he had conquered a long time ago. Death to a Guardian was nothing, but now even facing his final death didn't scare him. Scout was never superstitious, or a believer in some great beyond, and he didn't know what could exist afterwards. What he did know was that he didn't know. It was like a book, almost, a new one you had never read before; the next chapter was always something interesting, a new experience. Death was never the end, though. It was just the achievement of life, there were still chapters to go in the book that you hadn't read, you were just on the biggest cliffhanger of your existence.

Yet with all that deep thought, the Exo couldn't fathom why this was hurting so much. The fear of letting go seemed like nothing, until you had to let go.

Would he forget them? Forcing a reset was never pleasant. Either Scout had to get someone else to do it, or he had to put himself through a huge amount of trauma. And hope that Cyclone wouldn't be too finished with him and all of what he'd done, all of the running away in his life, and leave him. If Scout was prepared to leave all of what he had earned behind now, then surely them leaving wouldn't be the biggest blow regardless.

Love hurt so much. That was why he stayed away from it, vanishing to the stars in the sky every time he felt something. Scout always wondered if stars meant something, like in all the old stories he'd heard, from before humans knew what stars actually were. He knew some star names, and some constellations, but he'd forgotten--

Scout dropped the knife into the water, watching as the Solar burned on for a few moments, fighting the water. Perhaps that's another reason he always hated it, it wrapped around him, snuffed his Solar out and the cold dug into his very soul. Only the brightest surge could emerge and burn in the depths, which Scout knew he could muster. Right now, he could, feeling an odd calm control now that he was away from everything and everyone. He had done that. Him. No one else had forced him to leave. Scout had the control here, and he could go back if he wanted. But just thinking about the suffocating worry of everyone was too much.

Scout wished Cygnus was here. Silent company. Someone he didn't feel judged or watched in disappointment like Cyclone did.

He felt the Ghost flinch in his pocket at those thoughts, as if they could sense them. He didn't raise a hand in comfort. Instead, he brought his hand up to take Cyclone out from the warmth of his pocket, holding them up in the air. "Bring me back in like, a week. Let my Light rest."

Where do you go when you want to get away from it all? The end of the world, of course. How do you reach the end of the world? Fall forward.

#prince of a thousand enemies | scout #ic #striker drabble #suicide tw #ig #nothing graphic #just implied in the very last paragraph #I JUST DRAFTED THIS #TO READ NEMO DRABBLE #I HATE HOW THEY CAME TO THE SAME CONCLUSION #Sobs #pain

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aureolinsic · 4 years ago

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SCM Gods in College HC (Wishes pt.2)

Link to Punishments pt. 1,2

who gave me the power to put these guys in a college setting this is a mistake-

4. Huedhaut

Rude Bitch Sarcastic Genius

Homoflexible

is a Classical Literature and History dual honour student

cool, calm and collected

unless he’s trying to reread Jane Eyre in the library in peace and some bitchass thinks it’s ok to disturb hi-

-ok maybe not so calm at times

this man is the undisputed 👑 KING 👑 of roasts, insults and sarcasm. Chat shit about him and he’ll end your life in haiku form, asswipe

he really got in on a full paid academic scholarship. like, am I even surprised?

he has 200+iq. Einstein is quaking.

He was considering studying Mathematics but he decided he didn’t hate his life that much and chose Literature instead

he often spends all of his money on rare editions of novels (Brontë is his favourite atm)

so he works at a café which doubles up as a small library about 20 minutes from the main campus in order to support his addiction

he likes it there because it’s rarely too busy and is very quiet

He refuses to tell any of the guys where he works in fear that they’ll ruin the one safe space he has left

when he’s not spending time at his second home, he’s usually at the dorms taking care of Aigo with Lou and Karno

ironic, because he’s the type of guy to forget to eat lunch and dinner because he was studying Sonnet 18 for the 13th time

He’s been homosexual for most of his life, but he recently met this girl called Clotho and he may or may not be a little curious about life on the other side 👀

5. Tauxolouve

The Sexy, Suave Playboy

Bisexual

ok, so I said Leon was gorgeous, but this man is dripping with sex. Quite literally sometimes

was once scouted to be a model but politely declined

Majors in Fine Art, minors in French

despite being in college he’s mature and smooth as fuck. He could talk you into bed with that deep voice of his and you wouldn’t even know what hit you

look up the word ‘suave’ in the dictionary and it’ll just be a picture of his face. I dare you

he rides this beautiful Harley Davidson everywhere and girls can’t help but fawn over how goddamn cool this guy is like wtf

his type is short and cute, girls or boys. He likes to pamper his partner. (sounds suspiciously like Aigo hmm)

Naturally he’s the biggest player on campus, he’ll date someone for a couple weeks max before moving onto the next one

people basically fall over themselves just to spend a night with him. like I’m pretty sure his last hook up was about to throw money at him just so he would fuck her

His foolproof method to land a partner is to bust out some French phrases. Always hook, line and fucking sinker

the amount of times that people have asked him to ‘paint them like his French girls’ is uncanny

he is an incredible artist tho

however, no matter how smooth and suave he is to the public, only the other 11 know how messy and uncoordinated he actually is

like sometimes he has to get Karno to help him tie the laces on his trainers after fiddling with them for 10 minutes

never ask him to play a sport like tennis, either. he’ll end up yeeting his racket at u by mistake

When he’s not busy seducing the public or being adorably clumsy, he’s usually taking care of Aigo

He’s the one who wakes him up for class and carries him to bed when he falls asleep at his computer

He couldn’t tell you why he likes taking care of him if you asked, tho

maybe because he wants that DIC-

6. Aigonorus

The Social Recluse

Homosexual

this man was once found sleeping in a fountain

He’s a true night owl 🦉

any time before 3pm is seen as early morning to him

majors in Animation

you know that one kid in high school who’s always asleep in class but somehow aces their tests?

yeah that’s Aigo

he has his own designated spot at the back corner of the lecture room where he takes his naps

sis really leaves his pillow and blanket there sometimes bc he knows he’ll be back

the lecturers really want to say something but he’s at the top of the class so they can’t say shit

if he’s not in class then he’s at home sleeping. sis doesn’t care about his social life

even tho he’s gay, girls still fawn over how adorable he is

thinks that coffee is for pussies

the others once dragged him to a gay nightclub for his 20th birthday

he was asked out by a guy in said club and his response was ‘I’m gay’

‘No shit dude, we all are?’

‘....oh yeah. oops-‘ and blacked out on the poor stranger

Teo may or may not have spiked his White Russian with more vodka than necessary

finds himself as the subject of Lou’s care on multiple occasions

like sometimes he’ll wake up to find a blanket around him and 3 goat plushies in his arms

he can’t help but smile and makes a reminder to thank Lou when he sees him next ✨

during the short time he is awake, he’s probably the one that he talks to most

he listens quietly as Lou recounts his disaster dates but he doesn’t notices that his eyes always drift to his lips

one time they were sat on the couch and Lou looked a bit troubled, so Aigo just enveloped him in a bear hug and made them lie down together

Lou was shocked but he wasn’t complaining... both of them fell asleep all curled up around each other

best believe that the other guys took many, many photos to commemorate such a moment

lowkey we stan LouxAigo 💖

#scm #star crossed myth #scm huedhaut #scm tauxolouve #scm aigonorus #voltage inc

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freejaybird · 4 years ago

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hi!! i saw you opening requests for rdr2 hcs?? i was wondering if you'd write about how the gang members react when you gift them something out of the blue????? no limits to whoever it is.. just write whoever you like bcs i love them all!! thank u so much!!! stay safe 💜💜

this is such a MF CUTE IDEA!!! Thank you so much for requesting, I really hope I did your request justice! It was genuinely so much fun to create. I just did the boys on this one because I didn’t want it to be too long, however, if you’d like one including the girls too don’t be afraid to ask <3 stay safe!!

Arthur Morgan

You decided it’d be best to give him your gift outside of camp. You both had just finished scouting out a job, the sun resting high in the afternoon sky. It’s rays melted through your clothing, coating your skin in a growing layer of sweat. With a sigh, you look longingly at Flat Iron Lake, whose water you could see gleaming through the trees.

It’s on account of your invitation to go cool off at the shore of the lake, and you’re not surprised that the bulky cowboy next to you agreed almost immediately. He adjusted his gamblers hat, spurring his horse through a nebulous trail through the brush. You followed his lead, as you usually did.

Soon enough, you’re both chilling on the shore, boots long ago kicked off and pants rolled up. The water lapped up at your legs, creating a chill that rolled from your feet all the way up to your shoulders. A wonderful breeze kicks through the air, and it's now when you’re both in pure bliss to give him his gift. Your hand fumbled in your pant pocket, fingers squeezing around the object in an act to reassure yourself before you presented it to him with a smile.

“So- I thought you’d like this”

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The first thing he utters is, “Darlin’, are you- you sure you meant this for me?”

A blush coats your cheeks, the warmth a wonderful opposite to the cool water that swallowed your legs. You nod assuredly, pushing the gift towards him more to convince him to take it from you.

He’ll hold the gift extremely gently, fingers carefully wrapping around it as he turns it in his large hand. His silence worries you for just a second, and you’re just about getting ready to regret every single action in your life leading up to this moment. In reality, though, Arthur’s still reeling in the fact that out of everyone in the goddamn camp, you decided to give him a gift.

You shift your posture to divert your gaze to the water in front of you. The sun glistened off the lake, light rolling in symphony with the rhythm of the waves. The shaded spot you two were sat together in provided a wonderful paradise from the rest of the world, and, as you take a deep breath, you relish in the feeling. You shift your eyes to his again, delighted to see that he met your gaze this time.

His eyes almost seem to twinkle when his gaze falls into yours, and his hesitant, heavy hand comes to rest on your shoulder gently, as if he was afraid that if he rested the full weight of his hand on you you’d sink into the ground. He then proceeds with the goofiest, most sweet smile on his face to say,

“I.. well this is beautiful, Y/N. Thank you.”

You don’t think you’ve smiled so hard in your life.

After that encounter, Arthur will absolutely agonize over what to get you back. Every time he rides out of camp, his mind is extremely distracted by what to give you. He cherishes your gift nearly every day, so he wants to get you something you’ll like nearly as much.

Oh, and he’d definitely sketch your gift in his journal too, with a typical Arthur™ caption that’d say something along the lines of, “So, Y/N gifted me something today. Still making up my mind about what to gift her back”

When he finally does get you something, you can tell he put a lot of thought into it. It’s most likely something that no one else would think to get you, such as a secret hobby you divulge in or something you’ve secretly been yearning to buy for yourself for a while.

Whenever he sees you using what he got for you, it’s insanely difficult to hide the proud smile and blush that coats his features. You both will definitely tease each other about your reactions.

Dutch Van Der Linde

It’s a relatively cool evening when you decide that the moment is right to give Dutch your gift. You had chosen it out for him very carefully, and now that it was time to actually give it to him, your heart hammered painfully against your rib cage. Whenever your eyes drifted to his encapsulating figure by the docks a wildfire erupted on your cheeks, which very quickly spread to your ears.

“You fool..” You whisper to yourself, kicking your boot into the ground before making your way over to the man. Your balance teetered a bit, as if even your body considered this action a bad idea.

When you first appear next to him, he doesn’t think much of it. It was almost routine for you both to stand on the docks of Clemens Point, basked in the moonlight, thoughts silently being swallowed by the lake. However, what he didn’t expect was for you to hold out a gift and, very adorably, go into a ramble about it.

Oh boy, without a doubt this is an ego boost for him. However, don’t think for a second that he doesn’t genuinely appreciate your efforts.

He’ll hold your gift in his hands with remarkable thoughtfulness, a ghost of a smile passing his lips. His eyes are uncharacteristically soft, and it reminds you of the way you catch him looking at Hosea from time to time.

That softness, though it was a treasure to see, is only there for a passing second though. Almost immediately, he’ll get the most shit-eating grin on his face and purr, “Well… ain’t this fine.”

Goosebumps almost immediately raise on your skin, sending a shiver through your bones. Instinctively, you clasp your hands behind your back, tipping back on the heel of your boots to take a step back from his looming presence.

“It’s okay, Dutch? I just- I know you do so much and…” The shaky, undecided sentence you started trails off almost as soon as his deep, commanding eyes make eye contact with you. Your hands tighten around each other, as if that will provide any comfort for your nervousness in the moment.

Whilst maintaining eye contact, he plucks your arm from your side, running his hand down your arm to your slightly shaky hand before taking it into his and very gently raising it to brush his lips past your knuckles. His mustache tickled the skin there, sending flashes of what felt like lightning where the bristles of hair touched. The smooth fucker.

Heartily chuckling, he encapsulates his hand over yours in an instant. The size difference alone is enough to get you shifting in your boots. “Of course, Y/N. I appreciate… the faith you’ve kept in me. This…” With his other hand he holds up your gift to eye level, momentarily drifting his eyes to it as if it was a prized jewel. “This is magnificent, my dear.”

He’s definitely going to get you some type of jewelry or at least something that you’d be able to wear. He loves seeing you walk past him to get something, only to freeze and almost proudly look into his eyes when he points out that you’re wearing his gift.

Javier Escuella

When you pop up by his side one night at the campfire, he’s not too surprised. Although you two didn’t talk too much, there’s always been a silent agreement that you guys sit at the campfire together. Whether it be to listen to him play guitar, or to sit silently whilst lounging in the fire’s warmth, the comfort of on another was always something to look forward to at the end of a long day.

When you present it to him his lips immediately shift into a smile, and he looks up into your eyes with such a soft expression. The orange hues of the fire light danced along the features of his face, adding to the warmth of the occasion.

“For me, hermosa? You’re too kind.”

He’ll look over what you gave him for a few seconds, his smile never leaving his face as he takes it into his hands. He shifts his sitting position in order to get a better look at what you gave him, his eyes dancing over it as if it was the most beautiful object in the world.

Tentatively, you ask if he likes it. Your hands fidget a little bit, and ever so slightly you shift so that you’re a little farther apart. If he didn’t like it, your plan was to wither into the dirt.

“Do I like it? Querida... I love it! Thank you, mi pájaro cantor.”

He sets your gift down very carefully beside himself to lean over and hug you, closing the distance that separated your bodies. His scent, a mixture of gunpowder, cigarette smoke, and sweat, engulfs you, and for a moment it's hard to focus on anything else other than the comfort of his arms around you.

Following this occasion, you can definitely expect a gift in return. In fact, the morning after you gave him yours he’ll have placed a beautifully crafted knife next to your bedroll. There’s nothing discerning that the knife is from him, but just the vibe surrounding the item screams Javier.

Later in the day, when you both share the warmth of the campfire again, he presents a beautiful selection of wild flowers to you, tied carefully with a satin ribbon. He’ll look at you with an expression that’s absolutely dripping in honey seeing you take the flowers he picked for you. Everyone is absolutely convinced you’re both sweet on one another.

The girls will definitely tease you for the rest of eternity for that stunt.

However, any embarrassment you felt would dissipate as soon as you see Javier smile upon seeing you use the knife he got you, as well as the gentleness of any interactions you share following this event.

Charles Smith

It was routine for both you and Charles to go on hunting trips together. Your strategies and general vibe complimented each other so well that whenever Pearson mentioned that he needed meat for the next stew, you both just assumed you were going to be hunting together. You’d never felt more comfortable with another person, and you cherished his presence.

You two are finishing up your most recent hunting trip when you pull his gift out of your saddlebag. The sun is just setting, casting a purple glow across the scenery that surrounded you both. A soft wind rustles the leaves of the trees, and in the distance a pack of coyotes bark and yip.

“Charles?”

As soon as he turns around, you’re holding your hands out with his gift. His gaze shifts from the gift and then to you, his lips parting.

You fumbled with your words explaining yourself to the man, very slightly gesturing with your free hand to his body.“It’s for you. I- well I thought you’d like it.”

The softest of smiles graces his features as he takes the gift from you. His eyes seem to waltz along the features of your gift, his head just slightly tilting.

“This is such a thoughtful gift, Y/N. Thank you.”

The eye contact he makes with you after he utters that sentence nearly sends you into cardiac arrest.

For the next coming days, expect him to be really sweet with you. If he’s ever on guard duty, or you’re returning from a task together, he’ll help you off of your horse and make sure you know that you did an absolutely amazing job that day. You’re absolutely swimming in compliments from the man.

It’s during a hunting trip a lot like the one you two shared a few days ago that he gives you a handmade bow. It reminded you a lot of the one he often carried on his back, and your entire chest swelled with pride when you looked over the engravings intricately entwined in the wood. How long did it take him to make this? Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at the thought.

“So you like it then?” His voice, tinted with amusement, interrupts the silence you created entirely by accident. This man was gonna kill you, you were sure of it.

“I- Charles of course I do! This- how…” Your breath escapes you, almost as if your lungs just decided to forget how to intake air.

It’s hard to ignore the way he looks at you whenever you use that bow (which is quite often might I add). You can’t completely discern the emotion he’s conveying, but all you know is that you’re absolutely enamored by his gaze.

Sean Macguire

Oh, this is a silly interaction all around. In fact, even when you were even picking out a gift for him, you were almost positive he’d find a way to make the occasion goofy as hell.

You give the gift to him whilst in camp, snatching the opportunity whilst he was on a break from guard duty.

“Oh my… love. Is this a present for good ol’ Macguire here?”

He has almost a puppy-like expression on his face, and the man doesn’t even let a second go by before he’s taking it out of your hands. A giggle slips through your lips at the child-like grin on his face, I mean, come on, he’s holding this gift as if it’s the secret to life.

“I take that you like it?” You tease, taking the time to lean against a tree. Your body felt light with fondness for the man.

He wildly gestures with his gift, taking a step closer to you as he tilts his head, “My da always used to say tat’ when a lady gifts y’something it’s a sign, y’know.” His eyebrows raise expectantly, as if you knew the context of whatever he was talking about.

You teetered on the edge of asking ‘a sign for what??’ but decided against it. This grand advice from his da will be listened to vehemently by you, a special occasion reserved only for today.

The sight of his eyes absolutely gleaming with joy as he recounts one of his da’s life advice™ is almost enough to melt you on the spot.

He’ll definitely give the most bone-crushing hug imaginable to show how appreciative he is for your gift. He smells absolutely terrible, but you can overlook that so long as he continues to smile like he is right now.

Look, afterwards he’ll try his best to get you a meaningful gift, but it will most likely be something along the lines of whiskey or some type of treat front the general store. He’ll genuinely be so excited for you to react to it, he’ll give it to you almost as soon as he gets back to camp. It most likely happens around the campfire too, with a few gang members watching this interaction unfold like 👀

Bill Williamson

You surprise him with his gift at the scout campfire. He’s just finished his guard duty, and before he starts his evening alcoholism™ you pounced on the opportunity to give him the item. You call his name once you decide you're close enough, a slight smile turning at your lips as you present it to him.

Once he realizes that what you’re holding out to him is supposed to be for him, he’ll look at you with such a mean scowl that you falter in your next step towards him, causing you to nearly fall face first into the dirt below.

“I ain’t in the mood for your goddamn jokes, Y/N.” He growls, prodding at the fire with the tip of his boot. He glances at you with brief concern as you regain your composure, his posture tightening as he decides on what exactly he wants to do, but he doesn’t threaten to check if you’re alright. He’s still bent on you playing a joke on him, after all.

“I’m gonna be in a worse mood if you don’t take th’ gift I chose for you, fool.” You tilt your head, a friendly yet threatening smile blessing your features as you lean down to his level, placing the gift in his open lap. The bear of a man glances at you, a huff escaping him. He found it hard to keep his guard up with you looking so intently at him, as well as when he finally studied the object that was placed on his lap.

“Well, thank you very much, Y/N. Don’t know why you’d even think to get me somethin’ like this.” There’s still an ounce of bitterness in his gruff voice, as if he was still expecting you to snatch the item out of his grasp and taunt him.

Your smile absolutely melts away any doubt lingering within him, though.

In fact, he feels an unfamiliar warmth fill his chest as you sit down next to him with a slight sigh, your head turning to look him in the eyes once again. “Yeah? I thought you’d like it.”

When your shoulders brush, he has to look at the gift again to hide any sign of a blush appearing on his cheeks. He was sure his beard would hide it, but he didn’t want to risk you seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

“Sorry for…” He makes an awkward gesture towards himself, and he fumbles with the item in his hands before continuing his attempt to converse with you. “This is… This is fine, Miss/Sir.”

You hummed, assuring him with a smile.

Afterwards, the man is so unsure of what to do with himself around you. Does he get you a gift back? Does he strike up more conversation with you? He’s at a loss. It’s been so long since someone at camp was so genuinely nice to him he doesn’t want to mess up anything.

If he does decide to get you a gift back, don’t expect anything gaudy. Honestly, it’s most likely something he stole off of someone or a bottle of your preferred alcoholic beverage. He’s really shy when he presents it to you, but upon seeing your true, unadulterated happiness that he even thought to get you something back is enough to get him smiling.

You two spend a lot more evenings together after this, filled with hearty laughs, Pearson’s stew, and a few beers.

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