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m1ckeyb3rry · 2 months ago

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FR it’s actually crazy where are the itoshi non enjoyers at…im crying is your latest reblog also in ref to him bc if so you’re so real

REAL the lives are all connected the multiverse just is like that yk (pause yuki protag and he regains his past memories that kinda cooks) LMAOO because he would be so hyped like “oh yeah im that man the super cool ninja ladies love me fish (idk what equivalent would go here) fear me”

SIBLING GOALS PLEASEEEE LMFAOO king of kalos yuki…its giving insane aura

No because im just hella paranoid LMAO fortunately tumblr seems a lot chiller than other platforms but SHSJSB THANK YOUUU even a a tumbler inactive acc I’ll be the number one Mira defender o7 call me Oliver aiku the way I defend LMAOO ok Twitter is actually insane like INSANE insane I fr only use it because some official accounts like to update there and there’s also some really nice art there but other than that absolutely 0 interacting because that’s like reddits younger sibling

LMFAO no actually Nagiy/n just gatekeeping the love sorry only room for one couple!!! /j but so real it adds depth to the whole world if people don’t get that they can leave!! IM CRYING nagi outing Reo like that is so funny

It’s like Isagis the angel and aikus the devil of the little consciousnesses consultants (bro what are they referred as ykwim like when they pop up on your shoulders) LMFAOAOAOAIAH THE BIKE LINE IM CRYINGGFGG stop that bright back so many memories I can’t

Your brain working so hard it’s foreshadowing for you LMAOO before I even read I was already thinking “I bet he’d be annoying af but eventually their daughter warms up to bug boy and they fall in love” HAHA wait why is he lowk giving igaguri vibes though….like not for igaguri to be inserted in as him but just purely on a vibe comparison standpoint….(grandfather nagi he alr acts like one NOW /j)

I was fr laughing so hard imagining that like it’s a classic poorly drawn picture done from like five colors of crayon but because of Barou gyarados and defeated Mr Mikage it’s almost 75% red LMFAO THE TEACHER PLAYING CPS IS CRAZY and she finds out like “wait your the former champions kid??????” OOOOH OMG no wait they have their son and readers like “omg he reminds me sm of my cousin…maybe this is a sign he’s always with me” BYE I started at new kiyora so long I forgot what s1 kiyora looked like LMAOO I see the vision!! It’s even funnier when you think about how Nagi and kiyora beef with each other now LOL

AHAHAA guys so im actually reader like ACTUALLY now /j this’ll be a very immersive read but LMAO on the flip side imagine reader also just trying to catch some random pokemon and for whatever reason she’s separated and just not with her own pokemon (idk maybe she’s setting up their campsite so everyone left to gather supplies or train or whatever so she’s just alone with all their traveling stuff) and some pokemon pops up that she wants so she just eats through Karasu’s entire quick ball stash and eventually catches it on like the last ball and Karasu comes back like “BRO WTF” LMAOA ok but another tally for a Karasu L HAHA first it was hioris ducklett now it��s the quick balls (maybe yayoi made fun of him before in a sibling way like this is why I’m gym leader not you cuz you suck)

AHAHA dumbass x dumbass power of friendship imagine his abomasnow also has a bunch of moves that inflict confusion on itself LMAOO or it’s just general super susceptible to anything that might inflict that status because it’s already confused 24/7 but WAITTTT this should just be a real series atp THE OVAS fr just have an entire expansion of the verse we all cheered if you have the time/motivation PLEASE MAKE THE OVAS wait this is Lowk becoming orv orv also has side stories (i haven’t read them oops) wait im laughing imagine hiori in a full safari zone fit BUT why not combine both ideas…hioris pokemon have a dispute INSIDE the safari zone LMAOO maybe he goes in to settle a dispute in there and while he does that his pokemon have to wait outside to which they start throwing hands (probably swanna starting it like we should go in and look after him and protect him from the pokemon inside or sth and they can’t figure out who they should send in to follow since a full team of 6 is too inconspicuous and then that just spirals into plain old fighting) WAIT I WANT A TABIEITA DUMBASS EPISODE does this warrant another notion folder (idk how notion works so I hope ykwim)

BAROU VERSION IN THW WORKS WOOHOOOO YES NIKO INTRO homeboy Niko coming in clutch, as aiku would say LMAO

HSGDJSS guys why’d she phrase that like peregrine and hollyhock are already dead….guys??? Ok but it’s ok someday I trust it’ll come into existence!! Speaking of did you end up deciding what you’re doing for the event?

Barou would truly appreciate the graphics “thanks for honoring my death maybe you’re not a donkey” LMFAOOEO sorry I’m having too much fun with this au and I’m not even the one writing it

BLLKS2 TRAILER!!! YES I DAW bruh the up close and personal screen of shirtless sae sends me but LOWK THE CHARACTERS LOOK PRETTY GOOD FOR THE MOST PART?? Omg Karasu our man got his justice!!! I agree I love how he looks!! Glow up from some of his initial manga panels LMAO I’ll admit the cgi somehow looks even more cgid (specifically the zoom in on Isagis feet with hiori in the back) and some animation sections feel very screenshot additional time-esque but WHATEVER (they also looked really oiled up in that one top6 shot like why are they sparkling like that) like you said s1 wasn’t unwatchable but some parts of the trailer feel even choppier, specifically with the lip syncing? Like when Nanase talks and when Rin and Shidou are beefing it’s giving like Pac-Man ass mouth but I’ll live with it the Karasu moments are saving me (the last shot of otoya in the trailer where he’s staring into our souls has me rolling though he kinda looks like he’s ON something but it’s ok) WE’LL LIVE

STOP NOT THE YOTD NAME DROP IM CRYING but FR!!! At least we have content and I bet for panels it really matters it’ll look fire! The way they did otoyas aura was kinda cool too!! But THATS WHAT IM SAYING where’s all the money they’re raking in going?? Like what….i kinda wish they’d splurge and go with a bigger studio but maybe they’re contractually bound to eightbit ugh but im sooo excited for s2!!!!! Maybe after this s2 they’ll finally put their eightbitussy into it

Im still kinda losing it over the fact that it’s 14 eps though? I’ve seen some people speculating saying maybe they’re doing another two cour division and it’s just for cour 1 but we’ll see….if it’s just 14 eps of super crunchy quality I won’t be as ecstatic though LOL but I think there’s also a chance they’ll refine it before release? Because actually the end credits scene for epinagi got refined in the Amazon prime release iirc so they gave Karasu and hiori a glow up (that locker room scene) and they look a lot less crunchy so manifesting…

- Karasu anon

YESSS IT WAS ABOUT SAE DHKSDKSJS i’d drop a piano on him in every life 🥲🙂‍↕️ nah because the itoshis occupy the same space as nanami jjk in my mind like i can see where the appeal comes from but they need to be humbled so i must hate

pursuit otoya def has a hat (he probably got it from karasu let’s be real) that just says “women want me magikarp fear me” but then reader’s magikarp loves him and no women want him thereby proving the hat completely wrong 😭

nah because king of kalos yuki…i need him tbh…he’s another one (kinda like reader when she retires) where he had to give up battling for personal issues so nobody’s ever beaten him in an ACTUAL league battle either 🤩 like lowkey bro could’ve been champion too the world will never know!! so he def commands insane respect (makes tabieita slandering him even funnier like do y’all know who you’re talking to rn)

all of my mutuals post relevant twitter screenshots so i get it secondhand HAHA avoiding the bad and receiving the good 😏 agreed it has mega reddit vibes for sure i’m scared of it…PLS you are the aiku of this verse we love to see it

imagine nagiy/n dueling tullireo “this town ain’t big enough for the two of us” FJSKDJJS real talk though i agree when a story is this long it’s impossible not to have background dynamics going on!! it adds to the fun anyways people who don’t get it just will have to miss out ig!! PLSS nagi has 0 chill he does not gaf he’ll out anyone…imagine reader asks reo for recommendations afterwards or smth LMAOOO he’s like how did you know you don’t even have any psychic types and she’s like uhhh my aegislash?? which is technically correct but from then on reo is super paranoid around aegislash because thinks it can read his mind 😭

HAHAHA wait shoulder angel/shoulder devil isagi/aiku goes so hard (consciousness consultants is cracking me up) their dynamic is so funny…wait this means aiku HAS to know barou in the past ☝🏻 maybe since he’s the one who gives reader her keystone after seeing her houndoom with its houndoominite he’s like “i knew this asshole with a houndoom who also had houndoominite what a coincidence” and reader’s like “not really that’s barou we’re related” and aiku’s like???

okay lowkey i was thinking niko but igaguri fits so well i’m crying 😭 pursuit sequel where it’s an igaguri x reader and we’re nagiy/n’s daughter real and true (new it trio reader + igaguri + kurona) /j ofc HAHAH but fr i think it would be so cute imagine her bringing him to meet nagi and reader and reader’s just like “i’m so proud of you for continuing the ‘dating losers’ trend in the family” and nagi’s like “yup 👍” because he’s accepted he’s a loser atp LMAOO omg nagi would def be that grandfather that lets you get away with whatever when he’s babysitting you and gives you like caramel candies or smth KFCJSJKS PLSS him sitting on a porch in an ugly ass sweater (from when reader or reo attempted knitting and used him as a guinea pig) in a rocking chair with tea i’m crying

sometimes a family is a man, his wife, his best friend’s father who his wife destroyed in battle, his wife’s vaguely homicidal hellhound, and his wife’s cousin watching over them disapprovingly from heaven 🥹❤️ i hope you like mr mikage’s mustache and barou’s hair i worked hard on them /j LMAOAAOAOO anyways i was crying making this i hope you appreciate it (also the ribbon on houndoom is because her mega stone is tied on her neck with a ribbon by barou when he gives her to reader but obviously nagiy/n’s child exaggerates things and yassifies houndoom to the max…the teacher pulls up expecting some cute weak little puppy pokémon and is met with THE houndoom who killed the leader of team x himself i bet she pisses her pants)

HAHAHA I LOVEEE GIVING KARASU L’S he truly cannot win…okay wait that’s so pokémon anime coded her using all of karasu’s quick balls to catch her phanpy and karasu comes back and is like um?? so he makes reader repay him but she doesn’t have that much money and she has to go around battling random people for enough cash and that’s how she gets to know phanpy LFJDJSJFH karasu’s gentle parenting at its finest he’s like “i hope you learned an important lesson today 😐” and she’s like “yeah apparently my phanpy knows rollout 😄” karasu just gives up atp 😭

ZANTETSU WITH A PERPETUALLY CONFUSED ABOMASNOW IS SOOO FUNNY TO ME AND SO CANON!! lowkey the side stories would be so fun especially because we could show more characters like zantetsu who don’t appear in the main story…maybe yuki taking his pokémon to aryu to get groomed or smth �� PLSS THE HIORI IDEA I’M CACKLING 😭 imagine the tabieita ova is just otoya trying to teach karasu how to rizz girls up but he keeps getting rejected so karasu’s like bro you suck let me try and he gets a date on the first try FHDJDJSJ omg or we could have one of yayoi and karasu as kids…i had an idea for an otoya one but tumblr deleted half of my response for some reason?? like i had literally responded to your ENTIRE ask and just went to look something up and when i came back tumblr was like lol fuck you redo the entire thing 😰 WAIT possibly the same otoya one or maybe a diff one but just an ova of him being a chris prince stan and trying to follow the chris prince regimen ™️ but his muscles give out and his pokémon are like HELL NO or it’s like him just buying chris prince merch for an entire chapter 😭 or a tullia and loki ova when they go on a date and it’s just tullia being like “huh i wonder what reo’s doing rn…hold on why do i gaf…” (sneaking in the tullireo agenda as always) LMAOAOA NO FR i never read the side stories either but this is literally orv pokémon edition like maybe we WILL reach that 1.5 million word count /hj

AIKU IS VILLAINOUS IN THE BAROU VERSION HE’S SLANDERING EVERYONEEE so far lorenzo, barou, and niko have caught strays his inner monologue is cracking me up though 😭 fr homeboy niko ALWAYS comes through for the gang we love him!! aiku would be nothing without him

NOOO THEY’RE NOT DEAD DEAD i’m just pursuit brain rotted so once i get more of the oaeu and requests out i’m going to work on that for a while!! HAHA dw i’m having sm fun with it too it’s such an entertaining au with so many possibilities!! PLEASEEE barou’s like ok i guess it’s acceptable because it’s aesthetic you get a pass this time 😒

SADLY NOOO NO IDEAS YET actually ykw a pokémon theme would be really fun and in character atm!! i’d have to think of how to go about it but that is def one option (it’s coming up too AHH so i have to get to cooking for real!!)

agreed it’s not as awful as people are making it out to be!! a lot of the trailer was still frames too so it just looks choppier because it’s not an entire scene in motion yk…the budget is apparently higher than s1 so i doubt it’ll be worse than s1 if anything it’ll just be the same!! AND KARASU LOOKED SOOO GOOD THEY DID HIM JUSTICE i can’t wait to see him in action…i will forever mourn the thought of him with jet black hair and pretty violet eyes though 😩 purple/black karasu you will live on in our memories/99% of fanarts + colorings 😭 i feel like the blue falls a bit flat like he’s kind of just giving “isagi’s sexy cousin” atm HAHAHAHA but it’s all good he’s fine either way!! tbh yk me i’m just waiting for s2 for the edits anyways and if editors can make fire stuff out of manga panels they’ll def cook with whatever the anime gives us!!

speaking of edits do you know those tik tok sounds with the usa eagle screech i NEED people to start editing karasu with it because yk bird LMAOAAOOA JUST IMAGINEEE i don’t think he gets a bird aura panel until NEL (this is what i went to look up when tumblr glitched out for you to get a sense of how far i got) but i am investing i need people to get to WORK idk how no one has seen the vision yet!!

hmm i think if it’s only 14 eps they’ll definitely either go crazy or they’ll do two cours 🤔 tbh more content is more content i’m just hype to see my boys back on screen 🤩 the animators always yassify nagi so i’m chilling because there’s a high chance he’ll look good for the most part JFKSK i’m worried they might mess up barou because they seem to be allergic to him slaying but i still have faith!! ACTUALLY YKW i’m waiting for everyone to crawl out of the woodwork remembering how much they like nagi once they’re reminded of how cool he is…like NUH UH go back to the kaiser glazing hole you scrabbled out of leave nagi ALONE i have been here through everyone slandering him he’s MINEEEEEEEE (insert wolf ripping its shirt open meme) /j

anyways if it seems like i missed anything i’m sorry tumblr hates me so i probably thought i responded and didn’t LMAOAOA i think my og response was more fleshed out but alas…😓💔

#answered asks #pokémon au

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shadow-genesis-yay · 1 year ago

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Gimme them Memory headcanons! Please!

Say less! o7

>headcanons under the more/reading<

(Sorry it's long & for late response, was shopping for birthday stuff)

First 1: Memory in my design has white streaks they got from Void's side! Void just dyes his hair black to hide em for unknown reasons (probably ego or smth I dunno. Voids out of my control /j)

2: They're 6'4, uses mostly It/They but also uses he. They prefer mostly the other two tho but won't get mad if he is also used. (This one's mostly based off how in canon, Memory was referred to as a thing by Sabre, and he would use It/They until switching to He. Mem was still called a thing but used he ig). Oh and ig they also used nicknamed but only like it when Void calls em them. Like Memmy/Mem/Memoy/Fancy Steve lol

3: He has light sensitivity and uses their mask to help it when outside of the void/memory dimension

4: It has heterochromia, but in a different way! His left eye doesn't have a iris/pupil, and the area that's supposed to be white is pure red like Voids. (I think it's called the sclera) and also on said left side, they have a scar on its cheek that it got during some event they doesn't like talking about

5: Memmy likes cats and owns two! One tuxedo cat named Voodoo, and the other, a black cat (Bombay I think) called Morticia! Memmys had them since they was a smol lil swirly peppermint boi, and treats them like royalty as deserved 😤

6: (this one's kinda from a quote my friend made but it's too funny to not make a Memory headcanon) If Memory got called a specific slur I'm not gonna say, he'd just be like "Yeah no duh, it's obvious. Now please tell me something I already don't know about myself, or leave please and thanks."

7: Memory is highly skilled in swordsman ship, archery, and fighting. It's won awards in competitions they entered secretly (not because Void would be mad, but because they're Void's son. Void's like a king/God in the eyes of the other steves [of course except Nightmare LMAO] and terrifies em.) They's only lost once and that was more on its end since he didn't want to do competitions anymore, so they purposely disqualified itself by starting a fight.

8: while this one may be more of a ship that was started for funnies, it took my brain over so uh yeah. Memory is married to Faceless. The reason for why (to me) is because since Faceless doesn't have a face (no duh), he's immune to Memory's powers, even when mimicking others. And Faceless just couldn't resist a fancy boi in a suit. (I love this ship but at the same time I'm like "I want it gone from my mind its been 3 months help") ik they never met canonically but I speculate they met a tiny bit when Elemental worked for Void and El had to capture Faceless. It's a long shot but yolo I was bored

9: Memmy boi like flowers. Mostly roses or any black flower, but they'll be content with any other color if red & black are unavailable :)

10: While Memory may seem stern and cold, when you get to know them, he's really nice! Though it's usually always on guard and will unintentionally break your arm if you happen to spook them (somehow).

11: Memmys very sneaky and will smile a cheeky smile when it scares someone from behind.

12: Memory really hates cameras. Like, REALLY REALLY hates em. Whether it's off or not, they don't care and WILL throw a dagger at it. This one's more from a funny thing Sabre himself replied with in his discord when I said "I wish Memory had more screen time. He would of bee such a cool villain" with Sabre replying "maybe he did but we forgot".....I walked basically right into that joke but I love it so I'm considering it canon /hj

Uhhhh yeah anyways I think that's it other than more funny meme ones me and a friend made when I was bored and thought 'what if after the camera was off, Sabre and the steves would have a smp world together' and Memory would be the sometimes chaotic one of the server.

Ye uh I rambled alot lmao idk if this will even post but thank you so much for the ask and willingness to hear the headcanons about our silly little peppermint boi! Memory deserves so much more love that what's seen, I love him so much

Memory Steve, our beloved 'forgotten' king <3 👑

#favremysabre #steve saga #memory steve #asks #marii-the-shapeshifter #shadow-gens shadow ask!

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best-underrated-anime · 1 year ago

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Best Underrated Anime Group J Round 1: #J8 vs #J1

#J8: Teenage girls find a random guy in a river, adventure ensues.

A few young girls with strange powers and a tree that has grown through a railcar cling onto life in a desolate land, searching for its last reservoirs of water. Their routine struggle to survive is interrupted by the arrival of Wakaba, a boy with no memory beyond his own name.

The girls and their new companion commit to a perilous journey across seas of burning red fog—all in order to find what they need to sustain themselves on the more distant, dangerous islands swarming with robotic bugs. Their ultimate fate will be decided by their own strength, along with Wakaba's curious ability to understand the Kemurikusa: mysterious glowing leaves with wondrous powers. Besides the girls, Wakaba, and the hordes of ravenous bugs, the Kemurikusa are the last sparks of life surviving in this land. How did things end up this way? Why are there so many empty buildings with no one to live in them? Wakaba and the girls lack the answers to these questions, which means the truth can only be found within the Kemurikusa.

#J1: Magical girls kill monsters, find themselves, and yuri it up

Cocona is an average middle schooler living with her grandmother. And she, who has yet to decide a goal to strive for, soon met a strange girl named Papika who invites her to an organization called Flip Flap.

Dragged along by the energetic stranger, Cocona finds herself in the world of Pure Illusion—a bizarre alternate dimension—helping Papika look for crystal shards. Upon completing their mission, Papika and Cocona are sent to yet another world in Pure Illusion. As a dangerous creature besets them, the girls use their crystals to transform into magical girls: Cocona into Pure Blade, and Papika into Pure Barrier. But as they try to defeat the creature before them, three others with powers from a rival organization enter the fray and slay the creature, taking with them a fragment left behind from its body. Afterward, the girls realize that to stand a chance against their rivals and the creatures in Pure Illusion, they must learn to work together and synchronize their feelings in order to transform more effectively.

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#J8: Kemurikusa (TV)

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Propaganda:

Here’s ONE bit of propaganda for you: Kemurikusa is made by Tatsuki, the extremely talented director behind the original Kemono Friends anime by Yaoyorozu. This time, Tatsuki’s really stepped up his game: not only is this an improvement from his original short by the same name, this is also both an animation improvement and a writing improvement from the Yaoyorozu made Kemono Friends.

With Tatsuki’s skill as a writer to tell tight, medium-paced stories centering girls and the apocalypse, Kemurikusa focuses on both the emotions of Rin, Rina, and Ritsu, as well as fleshing out Wakaba to be more than just a simple sidekick, but the heart of the series, providing a very typically feminine role of comfort, care, and nurturing. The subversion of typical masculine and feminine roles in the story, especially from a male director, as well as the well-written, well-developed female characters (of which there are about 7, including a spoiler character), is a bonus for people who don’t like stereotypical “cool tough male character/generic nice boring female character who doesn’t do anything” stories.

The concept of a world sapped of resources by technology is also fascinating. [Admin: this part of the propaganda has been cut out due to possible spoilers.] Sadly, I can’t find a trailer, as this anime is SUPER obscure, but I linked the opening video to show another strength as well: the music. Just listen to it: this song is a total banger.

Trigger Warnings: Flashing lights, Child death (in reference to the characters’ motivation to find water)

#J1: Flip Flappers

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Flip Flappers is a magical girl show that brings its own unique twist to the genre, while still being reminiscent of older classics. It has incredibly creative visuals, good characters, and an absolute banger soundtrack! The deeper messages of the show are about finding the courage to start making your own decisions and living your life the way you want it, growing up, and the struggle against controlling authority figures that entails. While it is a fun show, the emotional moments it has hit hard! It also has a yuri narrative (seriously, they even get taken to an all-girls Catholic school yuri setting one time), which I’m sure the himejoshis on this webbed site would appreciate if they saw the show!

Trigger Warnings: Depictions of child and emotional abuse, both at a side character and a main character. Control over children is a common theme in the show.

If you’re reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #animated show #group stage #group stage round 1 #tournament polls #group j #kemurikusa #flip flappers

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danwhobrowses · 1 year ago

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My Highlights of AEW x NJPW Forbidden Door 2023

Well it's time to open the door again as AEW and NJPW put on another big card PPV

Last year it was perhaps one of the best PPVs of the year, let's see how this one holds up

Spoilers for the Show

Zero Hour

Despy reluctant to participate in Chaos' Best Friendsery, including the hug

As much as I'd have loved it on the main card, it's such a big deal that AEW put Billie Starkz on a PPV show match, for a tournament, against Athena! And she held her ground

Also if you haven't been watching Athena on ROH, fix that she is practically the company's Ace

ELP's LED J A C K E T

It goes understated just how crisp both Stu and ELP are respectively, Stu never got much time because Dark Order are always set to lose while ELP is best known now for his chicanery but they are very good at the wrestling

BUSHI with the Venom half-mask

Hiromu and Cobb had a fun little mini-feud going in their match

Main Card

That fan's reaction from receiving a fistbump from Tanahashi

MJF's 'New Japan is an Indie' on his robes

The callback of using 'Coward' to goad Max against running away

And brothers, sisters and every other pronoun you declare; we ain't in Kansas, and we ain't in Chicago anymore Toto

I have my opinions on Punk, not all of them good, but I also know that AEW right now are sitting on a gold mine with these reactions to ol' CM Trunks

Also appreciate the Kojima lore to validate him being in the Owen, training in the Hart Dungeon is a good feather in your cap to use

The chop sell on the Barricade

For a man who quotes The Thing's catchphrase that's sure a lot of Hulk-isms there, brother

I am just gonna stop here and just win the whole lot of shithousery Punk is doing

Also a Stan Hansen reference in commentary, nice

Since they mentioned All Out I gotta gush about the fact that I got All In tickets, also I am intrigued with how they intend to book 2 PPVs on back to back weeks

Also how fucking lucky are we seeing Shibata in a wrestling ring this past year?

It should be scientifically studied how Garcia got that stupid dance over

Shibata and OC's handshake is meme potential I can see it

Red Shoes chant

JB finally snaps with the heel turn, that was a nasty lariat too

Eddie bringing back the 'Redeem Deez Nuts' shirt

Eddie vs Mox is still THAT FEUD

Claudio's opportunistic heel work was good here with him ducking Eddie, and taking cheap shots in front of Mox - who seems pretty reluctant about that

The Cinnabon Gone Bad being able to floor Ishii with a forearm, he knocked out ISHII, the stone pitbull, the man with no neck, the G1 bane of Kenneth Jerome Omega, and the mans just fucking decked him, I had to rewind just to watch that again like in the best way possible what the fuck?

And Hangman is still the top babyface of the company

I did not expect Eddie to save Mox from the Superkicks, that's muscle memory there

Super surprised that BCC, Shooter and Takeshita lost but it was kinda nice that Ishii got the pin

Excalibur vs Despy when?

Meaty DVD on the apron by Willow

Every time I hear it, I fucking love Elevated, top 10 modern entrance themes

It's been a hot minute since I've seen Ospreay whip out the shooting star while their opponent was on the ropes

I feel like Ospreay licking blood of his bicep was purely for his wife and the Ao3 community

Kenny empowered by the Canadian flag

The rope break unglued the crowd

OWA at 1!

Tiger Driver 91 Fucker Me!

KAZE NI NARE

Sammy has 'Brodie Forever' on his jacket which is nice

Joker Sting!?

You know, I would take a feud between Darby and Suzuki, you've got the daredevil and the man who dares the devil

Jericho 'tag me' Suzuki 'no'

Suzuki with the pose, man does what he wants

They went and got the Final Countdown for Bryan, Mr Tempest is going to the bank for this one

One of these days Okada's just gonna come out wearing Nick Jackson's attire that he's stolen and I wait for that day

Knowing in advance that Bryan fractured his right arm during this match gives me a lot more respect towards how much he did without it

Okada's dropkicks are absolutely picture perfect

Not only did Bryan beat Okada, he submitted Okada! Don't think anyone expected that

Conclusion

There were high expectations going into Forbidden Door, but if anyone tries to tell you that it's a 'two match card' feel free to slap them, because they'd probably jizz over the one Bloodline match per PPV and call it the best thing ever. This PPV had its downsides for sure, a lot of weak finishes - a couple maybe done due to injuries or Sting feeling a little loopy - so it didn't come out to its full potential, but it was still a really good night for wrestling.

I would still say in spite of everything it was still a success, but I also feel like AEW and New Japan need to consider making it a 2-Day event to fit more talent on the show, we still lacked names on AEW's side like FTR, HoB, Acclaimed, BCG (if they wanted to come on I'm not sure how Jay feels about using FD as a loophole), Miro, Ethan, Dark Order, PAC, Keith Lee, TNT Champion Christian I mean Luchasaurus, Wardlow, Samoa Joe, and names on NJPW's side like Bullet Club, GoD, Alex Zayne, Nagata, Team Filthy, Bishamon, Great O Khan, Toru Yano (let Yano and Mox face off you cowards!), Master Wato, and KUSHIDA, and this is not even bringing up all the women we could've used - which frankly, we should try to schedule an All-Women's crossover PPV with Stardom featuring DDT/TJPW, AEW/ROH and maybe even other companies' talents.

But I digress, a lot of match finishes were poor but a lot of the wrestling in matches were enjoyable, I had fun and we set up some new directions and potential rematches down the line.

Match of the Night: This is probably gonna be controversial to some but I felt that the 10 Man Tag was the best of the night. Omega/Ospreay and Okada/Danielson were really good, but they also took time to get going, and I do prefer a high-energy wrestling match to a slower technical bout. Best Attire: Tetsuya Naito, man looks like he stepped out of a masquerade party and since SANADA is just his 'regular guy' persona rather than the cold skull and we had no extended Omega attire he's really the only choice. Best Performance: I want to give it to Eddie for carrying the emotional weight of the 10-man, I also want to give it to Punk for being a proper shithouse to a mixed crowd, I also really want to give it to Danielson for wrestling a clinic with a fractured arm, but I do have to give it to Omega and Ospreay as a tie they wrestled their butts off Spot of the Night: As much as I still love Takeshita decking Ishii, it's Omega kicking out of the OWA at 1

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otakusheep15 · 3 years ago

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SFW Alphabet - Satan

I had a really hard time trying to get Satan’s character right, so I hope I did a good job with this one

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not super affectionate, physical, verbal, or otherwise. Really, that’s just a side-effect of him being born from pure wrath. He simply just can’t express emotions very well. You’ll most likely have to initiate any affection if you want it. However, he does also like when you lay your head on his lap and he reads to you since it doesn’t require much.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s the mom friend for sure. He helps you with anything you may need from studying to pranks. Of course, he does also make sure you both make it out of any trouble unscathed. I also lowkey see him as the type to carry around random snacks to feed strays he comes across, and he’ll give some to you so that you can also feed the strays.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Like I said, affection isn’t his strong suit, so cuddling isn’t really his thing. The closest he’ll get to cuddling is either you two sitting next to each other on the bed/couch or with him sitting up and you laying on his lap. He may also pat your head like you’re a cat. There might also be reading involved if he’s awake enough to read out loud to you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does like the idea of settling down, but he’s unsure if he really can. Yes, he can do basic household chores like cooking and cleaning, but he feels as though he couldn’t handle the more emotional side of settling down. Doing something like that means you truly love the person you’re with and he’s afraid that he might not have the emotional capacity to feel that strongly about someone. Then you came along and destroyed all of that nonsense. Now he wants nothing more than to drag you away and live out a romance just like in his favorite books.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There would most likely be a lot of yelling. Also lots of things being thrown around in rage. When he’s mad, he’s mad, and a breakup is a great way to get him mad. If he’s the one initiating it, he’ll try to keep a level head, but that solely depends on how the other person reacts. If they’re also calm, then it’ll be pretty civil and respectful, and they might even stay friends after. However, if the other person starts getting mad, that only makes him worse and it does not get better for that other person.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Before you? He never even considered the idea. After you? That’s practically all he can think about. You know that one friend we all have that constantly gushes over sappy romance stories and constantly wishes how that could live them out with their partner? Yeah, that’s him. He’ll never admit that out loud though. The only one who actually knows about all of his fantasies are Asmo because he once walked in on him comparing you to this one character from a romance novel he liked (kinda like Levi with his anime).

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He knows how dangerous he can be. Not only is he a demon, and a powerful at that, but he also the literal embodiment of wrath. Even after years of keeping up his gentlemanly facade, all it takes is the slightest inconvenience to set him off. So he’s extra careful around you. Physically, he tries not to get to close to you, especially when he’s pissed off. Verbally, he tries to watch his language around you because he doesn’t want to hurt you by saying anything mean.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

His hugs are extremely rare but surprisingly nice. Since he’s scared he might hurt you by accident, and his lack of need for physical affection, he doesn’t hug you very often. However, they are super relaxing when they do happen. He hugs you just tight enough to keep you pressed to his body, but not so tight that it’s uncomfortable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Out of all the brothers, he one of the last ones to say it. He’s not all the familiar with the concept of love, especially in romantic context. Obviously, he knows how it feels in theory, but he can hardly figure it out in practice. The worst part is that he knows he loves you, but he has no clue how to go about it. When he does finally say it, he seems perfectly calm and collected, but he’s internally screaming the whole time. You’ll never know.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Surprisingly, he’s not one to get jealous easily. One of the benefits of having a poor grasp on emotions maybe? Whatever the case, he always tends to take a more logical approach to things, relationships included. He knows that you’re loyal to him and so he trusts you. If he has any reason to be jealous, then he’ll talk to you and workout any problems or concerns.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses can go one of two ways. They can 1) be the softest, most romantic kisses you’ve ever felt in your life, or 2) the most heated and passionate kisses you’ve ever felt in your life. Literally no in between. The former will usually happen during softer moments of bliss. Maybe you two were just in his room and relaxing or in the library studying. The latter only ever happens during more ~spicy~ times *wink wink*.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He hates kids. That’s it. He hates them. They’re such a hassle, they need constant supervision and care, and they never shut up. He is a firm believer in children being the worst creatures in all the three realms.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He always wakes up first no matter what. He’ll go down to the kitchen and make you a cup of tea, but that’s only when you guys don’t have school. If you do have school, he’ll wake you up as gently as possible and help you get ready.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’ll usually drag you to hs room so that you two can spend the evening reading together. Sometimes you end up sitting next to each other and reading your own books, others you may end up in his lap while he reads to you. You mostly end up falling sleep first, and he’ll follow soon after.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This boy is the definition of closed off. It does not matter how close you are to him or how much he trusts you, he will never tell you anything. Okay, he does tell you some things, but only surface level stuff. If you want the real, honest answers he has, you need to pry them out yourself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Lmao what’s patience? Seriously though, he actually has a decent amount of patience. He trained himself really hard in order o control his anger, so he can actually be pretty chill for the most part. Obviously, he still gets mad all the time, especially with Lucifer, but he does try his best.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s totally the type to write down facts about you in a secret journal somewhere so that he can reference it later. He has a great memory, but he loves just writing down everything you tell him about yourself just in case he forgets anything. He will never tell you or anyone else about the journal, but if anyone finds out, they will never be heard from again.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He isn’t one to have any particular moment in mind, but he absolutely treasures those quiet moments when you two are alone. No brothers to bother you, plenty of books and snacks, and just each others presence. It’s quiet, calm and peaceful. These moments don’t happen very often due to the chaos around you, so when they do happen it’s special. Just being able to spend time with you is his favorite thing in all three worlds.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is arguably one of the most protective brothers, and that’s saying something. The second someone even hints at hurting you, they’re dead. They just cease to exist. He will not let a single thing harm his precious human, and he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety. He’d even go so far as to get himself in trouble if it means getting you out of it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s much more casual than most of his brothers, so he doesn’t see the need in planning over-the-top dates. Obviously, he wants you to be happy no matter what, but he knows he doesn’t need extravagant dates to make that happen. I mean, if you like things like that he’ll certainly try for you, but it’s just not his style. He prefers causal, lowkey dates. Coffee shop dates, going to bookstores together, sitting in his or your room and reading all day, and going out to play with the stray cats are all ideal dates for him. He just knows that, as long as you two are together, everything is already perfect.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, he has some issues he needs to work out. His anger issues are, of course, the main issue, but that also leads into other problems. For example, his daddy issues hatred for Lucifer is something he needs to get sorted out. He also has a hard time expressing his true feelings for fear of letting his anger out as well. Most of his issues are emotional, so he needs a lot of time to work on them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not so much concerned with physical appearance so much as social appearance. he is highly concerned about how he looks to the public. If he needs to look physically appealing in order to keep a good social standing, then he’ll do it. He’s not vain like Asmo or Mammon, but he’d be quick to put more into his appearance if it means he gains something out of it socially.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly, he’s felt incomplete since being born, so even with you he doesn’t feel quite complete. You definitely help fill some of that void he has in him, but not even you can fix him completely. If you did leave him, he’d be back at square one, so he needs you to be there in order to make him feel even the slightest bit more whole.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

As I stated before, I think he keeps a journal of all of your interests so that he can remember then, but I think it goes deeper than that. I also think he has one for each of his brothers that he keeps on him. Any time one of his brothers mentions something they like, he’ll write it down to keep it for later. That way, if an occasion (birthday, anniversary, etc.) that would require this information would ever arise, he would already have it written down. No one knows about these, and he’ll take this secret to his grave.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He refuses to even acknowledge someone without even the slightest bit of academic prowess. If he deems you to be stupid, you’ll never even hear from him again. He also cannot stand people who dislike cats.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has a tendency to move around a lot when he sleeps. No one has any clue as to why, but it’s not really a problem. That is until you two start sleeping together. He either ends up on top of you or kicking you out of the bed. In the morning, he’ll apologize, but it’s not something he can really fix.

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date satan #sfw alphabet #scenarios #headcanon

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diaphragmjellyfish · 4 years ago

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Hawk Fluff Alphabet

Requested by @manicgrungegf

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

What hawk finds most attractive about you is your kindness. You’re literally the sweetest person to everyone you meet and he likes to think that if he knew you when he was Eli, you still would have dated him. You didn’t care about the muscles or the tattoo or the hair. You genuinely loved him and were always kind to him even when he was being an ass.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He’s not sure about whether he wants kids or not. He’s kind of just enjoying being young and having fun right now, and he never actually thought he’d get married before, but he’d be open to it later on down the line if it was something you really wanted.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

For as much game as he talks, this boy is a LITTLE SPOON. He loves being held by you, and sometimes can’t fall asleep unless your arms are wrapped around him. In public, he’s always the one with his arm around you, hugging you from behind, putting on that alpha male persona, but when it’s just you guys he’s a total puppy.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Hawk likes to take you to parties. You guys can drink, dance, hang out with your friends, it’s the perfect place in his opinion. But for more private occasions like your anniversary, he likes a nice picnic on the beach. He’d make PB&J’s for you guys (and cut off your crusts), pack some juice boxes, and bring a big giant blanket (and condoms shhh) for you guys.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You’re my happy place. Hawk thinks of you as the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Whenever he feels frustrated from training or insecure about his scar or angry at Demitri, he knows he can always go to you for support and you’ll make him forget all about that stuff. He’s never not smiling when you’re around.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He first knew he loved you when you said his scar was cute. It’s always been his biggest insecurity, and even when you guys first went out, he always just assumed you just tried not to look at it and look at his hair or muscles instead. But when you told him you liked it, thought it gave him character and looked kind of tough, his heart shot through the roof. This beautiful, ethereal, magnetically charming girl thought his scar, his deformity, was cute?! Love on sight.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He’s more gentle than you would think, but still not as gentle as, say, Miguel. He would never hurt you or make you do anything you don’t want to do, but he likes to rough house, play wrestle, and tease you a little bit. He likes to sneak up behind you, pick you up and spin you around, and ruffle your hair as a “good morning” every day.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Hawk is holding your hand all. The. damn. Time. He likes everyone to know who you belong to. Inside, he’s still a little insecure and nervous that you’ll decide you can do better and leave him, so he finds holding your hand reassuring, especially when you run your thumb over the back of his hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was honestly not good. You were friends with Samantha Larusso so he just assumed you were stuck up and snobby. The first time you guys actually talked was at a party. You were pacing nervously outside because your friends had left, your phone died, and you had no way to get home. Hawk took pity on you and offered to give you a ride on his motorcycle, and you guys ended up driving all over town, talking, laughing, drinking milkshakes, and you quickly made plans to hang out the next day.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He is the most jealous boy, mostly because he’s insecure that you’ll leave him for someone else. Sometimes you think it’s hot, but if it ever bothers you, he’ll make a conscious effort to work on himself and trust that you’ll always come back to him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Your first kiss was the sweetest moment ever. You guys were sitting on the beach one night talking about all your deep thoughts. He started telling you how he was super insecure about his lip scar and thought no girl would ever want to kiss him before he got the mohawk and muscles. “Well I can think of one girl who would love to kiss you.” At this, he looked at you with pure shyness, and you leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss. Now, his kisses can range anywhere from sweet and loving, to possessive and dominant. You love them all.

L = Love (Who says ��I love you’ first?)

He knew he was in love with you when you first talked about nerdy shit with him and Demitri. He always thought he couldn’t like nerdy stuff like Dr. Who or girls wouldn’t like him, so when Demitri brought it up while you three were hanging out, he panicked. But then you started talking about the new trailer and how excited you were for a female Dr. and he fell in love on the spot.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory with you is that time he needed to touch up his hair color and you asked if you could do it for him. You got him a little poncho (garbage bag but shhh), parted his hair in neat little sections, and touched up the dye. You guys had such a fun time, you gushed about how good his hair looked down, and it ended up looking way better than when he did it himself. Now every time he needs a touch up he comes to you.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Hawk doesn’t generally spoil you with material things. You both would much rather spend your time and money on memories, or food. Of course on your birthday and anniversaries he gets you little gifts, but generally speaking, his love language leans more towards quality time.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Lavender reminds him of you. Soft, sweet, feminine. He thinks it looks amazing on you, too. He’s actually thought about dying his mohawk lavender next just to feel closer to you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Princess. That’s the biggest one. Sometimes angel, or babygirl.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

His favorite non-modern thing is old muscle cars. He’s saving up to buy an old Corvette one day. It’s one of his big goals in life. He wants to have a mohawk made for the car, too, so everyone knows how cool he is.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Little secret about Hawk, he loves to cook. When it’s raining outside, he likes to have you come over and make a big meal with him. Maybe chicken pot pie, steaks, or pad thai, and sit on the couch eating and watching old movies.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Unfortunately, Hawk used to be an expert at being sad back before he joined Cobra Kai. The way he likes to deal with it is generally just crying. He likes to let it all out, be alone, collect himself, and then maybe watch a movie or hang out with you. If you’re sad, his first question is “who do I have to beat up?” If it’s not from a person, he’ll take you on an adventure. Hikes, long drives, exploring new places, just to get your mind off it.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Umm karate. It literally changed his life. He loves to tell you about the new moves he learned in training, talk about the tournaments coming up, or the rivalry between Cobra Kai and Myagi-Do. And you’re a sucker for gossip so you love to hear about it.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Music, soft blankets, the tiredness after a workout, a good hot meal, and he loves to watch cringe compilations on Youtube.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Ever since his transformation from Eli to Hawk, this boy likes to show off everything, all the time. His hair, his tattoos, his muscles, his fighting skills, his sarcasm, his girl…

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes to you about 6 months into your relationship with a ring pop outside of a gas station. You both knew it was a joke, but honestly started referring to each other as fiance and never stopped. Then, about 3 years later, he got you a real ring and took your hand and said “about time we actually do this, huh?” Of course, he took you to the same gas station where he had “proposed” the first time. Not the most romantic thing looking in on it, but to you guys, it was perfect.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Highway To Hell- ACDC

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He proposes to you multiple times! Of course he thinks about it. He wants you guys to be together forever!

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A hawk! It’s his signature symbol, of course he thinks it would be super badass to actually have a pet hawk. He would name it Desmond, and get it a tiny little mohawk.

#cobra kai #hawk #hawk x reader #miguel diaz #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #jacob bertrand #fluff #karate kid

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch20: Bent But Not Yet Broken

Summary: The team are still searching for Katie, but with little luck. Meanwhile, she’s at the mercy of HYDRA…until help comes from a very unlikely place.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, bad language, beatings, smut (via flashbacks), brief descriptions and mentions of rape and torture. Major angst. 18+

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: I’m loving the banner for these three chapters!! And the edits @angrybirdcr

Chapter 19

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Katie awoke alone wherever she was. They had driven her from the place she was taken for hours, right into the night, when she had been dragged out of the back of a van and shoved harshly into what looked like some kind of old factory, down a number of steps so she knew she was underground. They had offered her nothing, no food, or water and she’d simply curled up on the hard bed in the corner of the room and cried until she had fallen asleep.

She had no idea how long she had been there, no idea. There were no windows, just artificial light so she had no way of using the cycle of day and night. Eventually, the lock of the door clicked and she jumped to her feet as the door opened, and the large, burly man who reminded her of Rumlow stepped into her cell. Katie swallowed, but maintained her stance, her eyes locking onto his, jaw jutting up defiantly as he stepped towards her.

“My name is Jones, and I’m in charge of your interrogation.” he sneered.

Still she said nothing.

She was dragged to another room by this Jones, who sat in a chair opposite her with another agent, and asked what she knew about what SHIELD was up to, now it was under the control of Coulson. And then them targeting her made perfect sense, she was the only Avenger that knew he was alive (Ward had no idea she had told Steve) They informed her they knew she had to be working alongside him to track the Sceptre and HYDRA, even though she hadn’t seen him for months.

And once more, she said nothing.

If it wasn’t so serious Katie would have laughed at their stupidity. Dumb fuckers had no idea about anything. She hadn’t given the sceptre a second thought since the Chitauri fight in New York and she certainly didn’t know where it was, or that Coulson had been tracking it.

She continued to say nothing when they drilled her about what she knew as to the whereabouts of Bucky, the ‘Asset’ or ‘Soldat’ as they referred to him. At that point, she had looked directly at the idiot who had been asking the questions wondering if he was born this stupid or if he suffered some kind of brain injury later in life, because only an idiot could possibly think that if the Avengers knew where he was that they would let HYDRA get their hands on him again. Unable to hold it in anymore, she’d laughed and simply shook her head.

They stuck pins under her nails for that one, but still she hadn’t broken. Although it fucking hurt, like nothing had hurt before. She’d been unable to stop the tears of pain falling down her cheeks, but she made no noise as she trembled through the ordeal. Instead she tried to remember her training, allowing her mind to focus out, concentrate on something else, something nice. Something safe…

“Miss Stark?” JARVIS inquired again. Katie gave an exasperated sigh. Her alarm hadn’t gone off and it had been Steve that had awoken her half hour later than she wanted when his alarm went off. Now she was running, running way behind. She hadn’t even had chance to do her make up. Thankfully, at Steve’s insistence she had packed the night before. "Yes J?” “Mr. Stark has informed me that he’s begun to slowly pour out your coffee. If you don’t hurry, there won’t be any left.” She rolled her eyes, shoved her make up punch in the bag she was taking with her- plenty of time to do it on the way. The flight would be a few hours. She grabbed her bag, headed into the hallway and Steve walked out of the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. “I gotta go baby I’m sooo late.” She sighed “Tony will be having a fit.” Steve chuckled and quickly scanned her up and down.

“Nice suit.”

She glanced down at her black pinstriped jacket, trousers and a simple light blue button down.

“You making funna me?” she teased.

He shook his head “Not at all. You’re gorgeous as ever.” “Charmer.” she grinned as he leaned down to give her a quick kiss before she turned on her heels. “Love you.” She tossed over her shoulder. “You too” he smiled “See you later.”

She clung to that memory. The last time she had seen Steve. His soft kiss, his hair wet from his shower, that grey Underarmour shirt clinging to his form. And eventually when they realised that there was nothing she was going to say, they stopped and returned her to her cell leaving her alone once more.

Katie wasn’t stupid enough not to understand that there was an element of revenge in all of this too. Revenge on her, and Steve, at the fact they had been a key part of bringing Hydra to the broken, shattered organisation it now was. And as she sat there alone, nursing her sore fingers, she could do nothing but wish they had killed every, last one of the fuckers.

As time ticked by the interrogations continued. She had her fingernails dug up with pins, she was water-boarded, strangled to the point of passing out, and it was always the same. They’d push her, she’d continue to fight, and then then they would stop. They’d leave her for another stretch of time in that room, feeding her whatever meagre morsels they decided upon, deliberately weakening her system, and would come at her again.

But, the thing with being in Solitary confinement is that you have a lot of time to think. And think she did, whilst she nursed her various injuries. As such Katie had a pretty good idea now why they were so bothered about Coulson and SHIELD tracking the sceptre. There had been records of it in any of the files dumped on the internet when they had released SHIELD and HYDRA’s secrets to the world but she suspected it was in HYDRA’s possession and had been from the start, taken by Sitwell and STRIKE from the tower once they had defeated Loki. She further surmised, that it had been taken to the specialist department, STATION just like the rest of the Chitauri shit that they had recovered. Which meant that Strucker must have it. And they were worried for some reason that SHIELD were coming for it.

And then one day, they swiftly changed tact.

“All you need to do is tell me what the Avengers and SHIELD are planning next and you’ll be free to go.” Jones said, looking at her as she stood in her cell.

Katie snorted, because really? Did they think she was that stupid? She knew he was full of shit, he had no intention of releasing her. Even if she did or could cooperate, she’d be dead when they had what then needed. At least this way, whilst they thought she knew something, they would keep her alive. And the longer she was alive, the more chance the team had of finding her

Her snort earned her a sharp punch to the face which caused her to tall to the floor, where she received a harsh kick in the ribs, leaving her winded before he turned on his heels and left. Groaning, she pulled herself up over to her bed and lay on her side, wiping at the blood and tears on her face.

More time went by, and then she was pulled back out and dragged to the familiar, clinically white room they like to ‘interrogate her in’. This time they threatened to go back and find Tony, Steve, the rest of her friends and family, and kill them all. But this time she didn’t snort, she full on laughed, because the thought of them trying to get into the tower and meeting Earth’s Mightiest Heroes was hilarious. And the laughter just wouldn’t stop.

That was until she got a back hander across the face and another punch in the ribs.

But the next time they try something else, they almost break her. Almost.

They came for her in her cell and first off they took her rings. They’d already taken her necklace and her bracelet but they’d left these with her for some reason. But now, they wanted them. First off they went for the sparkling diamond on her left hand. She should just have let them have it, but she couldn’t. It’s her’s, her ‘big, fuck off Tiffany diamond’, her princess cut engagement ring that she had always dreamed of. So she tried to fight, and screamed when she felt and heard her fingers snap as Jones stamped on her hand. When they went for the emerald on her right, she was too caught up with the pain in her left to fight for that one. This time they were the ones laughing at her, laughing at her pain as she held her bust hand close and choked on deep sobs.

And then Jones did something far more humiliating and degrading and forced himself on her. She put up as good a fight as she could, considering the state her hand was in, but someone else grabbed her painful fingers and pinned her arms above her head, sniggering, calling her a “SHIELD slut…” The pain of him inside her was excruciating, but as she opened her mouth to scream at him, she looked in his face and knew that was what the bastard wanted. So instead she turned her head to the side and screwed her eyes shut. Trying to block it all out.

When he had finished his grunting and smashing into her, he passed her over to the man who had been pinning her arms above her head but by now she was emotionally dead. When he finished, she lay still for a moment before she heard footsteps and Jones crouched down besides her, holding her diamond ring between his thumb and fingers.

“You know…” He leered at her as she backed away, grabbing at her trousers and shakily pulling them up as she rose from the ground “I bet this is worth a pretty packet. You’d think that giving you a rock like that would mean he cares but where is he, huh? The Star Spangled Man doesn’t seem to have a plan at the moment.”

And then, despite the pain, despite the fact he has just violated her, she laughed again because, you know ‘Star Spangled Man with a Plan…’ and those ridiculous videos and that spandex…

In hindsight it probably wasn’t the brightest thing to do. Jones snapped and he unloaded on her, again, only this time it was savage. He lost his temper, and she would normally be slightly proud but she had no time to be as she was pushed into walls, punched, kicked, stomped on. She tried to fight back, and normally she would and could put up a decent battle against anyone, she’s an Avenger, but being weak from lack of decent food, lack of sleep, and the various injuries she’s already sustained plus the violent assault she had just taken had all left her weak. And then the other one joined in. As they punched and kicked away she could hear faint voice echoing in her ringing ears, a brush of a thumb across her cheek, the warmth of a palm against her face.

“God I love you, Doll…” Steve looks down at her as he lies over her gently, both of them slightly breathless, sheets tangled around her legs.

She staggered to her feet and then her nose was smashed by a fist. Once more she was transported to another place, a mission, from way before her and Steve started dating, one where she caught an elbow to the face by some dickhead who had taken a Diplomat’s daughter hostage…

“It’s broken,” she says, matter of factly, as her Captain’s hand gently reaches up, thumb and forefinger carefully tilting her head so he can see her face.

He gives her a pained smile. “Yeah, looks like.” whilst he gently hands her an ice pack before standing up, and dropping a hand to the top of her head.

Katie was tossed around that room like Loki was by the Hulk. Oh wouldn’t it be great if Banner appeared now, Hulked out and ripped the place apart. Or Thor, lighting all these fuckers up. Or Widow for that matter, delivering them one of those delectable shocks. Or Clint, placing arrows between their eyes. Or Tony dispatching of them with whatever weapon he chooses. Or Steve, using his shield to break their bones and faces…

But no one came.

Jones glanced down at her “This is your own fault.” His boot swiftly collided with her midriff one last time. “One way or another, I will get something out of you. Maybe you’ll speak when we take you up to see a couple of my special friends… they’re good at making people comply.”

And they left her, a bleeding, battered mess on the floor.

Eventually she mustered the strength to crawl to the bed at the side of the room, hauling herself up onto the bare mattress. - they’d taken every little bit of comfort from her including the blankets and her warmer outer clothing and shoes leaving her merely in her blouse and her trousers, both filthy and covered in blood.

Everything hurt. Everywhere. Physically and mentally. And she was tired. From lack of sleep. The lights were kept on blindingly light all the time and she was craving the darkness of her bedroom in the tower.

How long was it since she’d been in her own bed? Certainly longer than days but was it weeks? Months? One second of time simply melted into the next in this place. The sobs wracked her painful chest as she let out the first word she had spoken since she had arrived, God knows how long ago, a single gasp of his name.

“Stevie…”

******

“Errr, do you have an appointment!” Katie grinned as Steve walked into her office, shutting the door behind him.

“Do I need one?” he asked she turned round from where she had been stood looking in a filing cabinet.

“Distractions always need an appointment.” “Is that what I am?” he pouted.

“When you come in here dressed like that, yes.” she said, pointing up and down taking in his jeans and grey top “That T-shirt is ridiculously tight, and your ass looks great in those jeans.

"It’s all yours, baby.” He grinned, hands sliding to her hips as hers slid up round his neck. “Can you spare your distraction enough time for lunch?” Katie let out a groan “I can’t, I’ve got a working lunch today as we’re looking over a proposal we got in from another publishers. I could probably grab a coffee though, I got like 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes?” Steve asked, arching an eyebrow and Katie immediately grinned as his eyes dropped to her lips.

“What are you suggesting Captain Bad Ass?” “Nothing” he said, innocently. Before he smirked “Does the door lock?”

“J…” Katie spoke, not taking her eyes of his “Do me a favour and lock down my office for half an hour, full black-out.” “Certainly Miss Stark.”

The door locks clicked, the blinds into the main office area closed, and Katie looked up to check the CCTV cameras were also down too. “That doesn’t make it sound proof though, just so you know…” she said.

Steve smirked and then kissed her hard, pulling her to him, one hand on her back the other tangled in her hair before he reached down, sliding his hands up and under her skirt sliding the grey material up over her thighs.

“I’m not gonna lie…”he murmured, lifting her up onto the desk so she was sat in front of him “Seeing you in these office skirts and tops… its kinda hot.”

She smirked into his kiss as she tugged at the material of his t-shirt until he raised his arms so she could pull it up, over his head and off. She was groping his bare chest as he pressed against her, rubbing her spot with his still covered crotch. She moaned at the rough denim of his jeans pushing against her, the thin barrier of her underwear doing nothing to stop the sensation.

"Tease.” she growled into his mouth before reaching down to unbuckle his pants and Steve grinned before sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth when she reached in and grasped him in her hand. His hands started opening the buttons of her blouse then once they were open he gently reached into the cups of her bra, pulling her breasts out, dipping his head down to suck at one of her nipples, his hand drifting back downwards to tug at her underwear. She moaned and shifted so he could pull them down her legs.

As he followed them down, dropping to his knees, he took an ankle into his hand pulling her foot up.

“These stay on.” He instructed referring to her heels and she nodded biting her lip as he threw her leg over his shoulder exposing her completely. She grappled for grip on the sleek, wooden desk, settling for one hand curling round the edge, the other finding its place back in his hair as he gave one long perfect lick, listening to her soft groans. He worked her with his mouth and her head tipped back, a constant stream of soft moans escaping her lips. He drove her right to the edge, his mouth and tongue knew how to play her perfectly now, and when he could tell she was close he rose gracefully and gently pushed her back, wrapping her legs round his waist so he was supporting her hips with his, and he pushed into her in one easy thrust.

“Jesus…” he shuddered, as he bent over to gently kiss her, his hands on her hips as he continued to thrust in and out. Fuck, this was hot. Papers, pens, staplers went flying off the desk as he pushed harder and harder, his name tumbling from her lips, “Stevie…” pure pleasure and ecstasy, and lust,and desire.

“Stevie!” This time his name was a shout, filled with terror, and fear, and pain, and it vibrated through him, painfully.

With his own yell, Steve sat bolt upright, before falling off the couch with a crash. Shaking his head, taking a deep breath he blinked his tired eyes and the room in front of him came slowly into focus. His eyes fell on a picture of the two of them in a frame sitting on one of the shelves by the TV. Both of them smiling as they stood in jackets, scarves and hats in the snow in Central Park, arms round one another. There are more of them together, and with their friends and family. Tearing his eyes away he looked around and spotted the pair of her shoes that had been kicked off by the door the last time she had walked through it, some 4 weeks ago, shoes that he couldn’t bring himself to move.

How the fuck had he fallen asleep? He jumped suddenly and looks frantically around him for his phone, it was in his pocket. There could be news, someone may have called, but he knows deep down that’s not true. They had no leads, every single but of intel they had had led them to nothing but dead ends. But he looked at it anyway and saw nothing. Nothing but her eyes and her smile peering back at him from the photo on his lock screen, along with the time and date, a reminder of just how long she’s been gone.

Steve took a deep breath and when he exhaled it came out in a deep, pitiful sob.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, his breath and voice catching as he curled up, leaning back against the sofa, his arms hugging his knees to his chest “I’m sorry, so sorry sweetheart, we’re trying, I’m trying, I’m so sorry…”

******

Steve couldn’t decide if time was moving too slow or too fast. The weeks without her were flashing by his eyes but the days and the nights felt like they lasted forever. He couldn’t understand how it was only 3 in the afternoon, mind you, having said that, the days and nights all blurred into one. He wasn’t sleeping properly after all. His nightmares were frequent, only now it wasn’t the ice or Bucky he saw. It was her, crying, screaming for help and him not being able to do anything about it.

Pouring himself what felt like his 17th coffee of the day he turned to see Sam walking into the room. Steve nodded to him.

“Cap, I know this isn’t top of your priority list but…” Sam turned to check they were alone before he carried on “I had a call today from one of my contacts. They have a potential sighing of Ol’ Frosty.” Despite himself Steve picks up, interested “Where.”

“Canadian Border, Montana. Mean anything?”

Steve shook his head “Is there a Hydra base nearby?”

“Not that we know of. I can take a look?” Steve nodded. “Thanks Sam.”

Sam took a deep breath. The man looked utterly broken, but he wasn’t surprised. Katie had been gone for 5 weeks and they had nothing. They were now taking a deep dive into old intel, the information they had recovered from the bases they had raided and re-raided. She wasn’t at any of them, but then they hadn’t expected her to be. Hydra were too smart for that

The pair of them wheeled round when suddenly Clint appeared in the door way “Cap… Coulson is here, says he has news.”

“Thanks.” Steve said,

Oh he had news alright. The location of another Hydra base that no one knew about, one they had dug up on the seemingly never ending search for that fucking sceptre. It was a small military outpost just outside of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. Coulson had dispatched a team to do some recon, and they had spoken to locals who had informed them that the base had been empty with no one seen or heard entering for years.

“Until 5 weeks ago.” Coulson said, looking around at them from his seat at the table “According to a man out walking his dog, an SUV came straight down the road and into the gates, locking them behind him. A load of men in suits climbed out, so he assumed they were government. Since then Mr Dog Walker has seen armed guards on the gate each day. So they brought something there, we just don’t know what,“

“5 weeks…” Natasha breathed out “That’s too much of a coincidence!”

“Yeah, so I had my team sweep the base immediately…” Coulson sighed, as he looked around the room “There was no one there, but they did find evidence that Katie was there at some point.”

Steve turned his head away and stood up sharply, walking to the edge of the room, looking out into the hallway.

“What kind of evidence?” Tony asked, his voice cracking.

Coulson hesitated before he pushed the plastic bag across the table and Steve walked back as Tony tipped the contents out onto the table.

Her StarkPhone, in 2 pieces, clearly done to avoid them tracing her, the Captain America shield design that Tony had engraved on the back for a joke blinked in the light like it was mocking them. Her diamond star pendant that Steve bought her for Christmas and the bracelet he had brought her for her birthday, clasps broken on both as if they had been ripped off. But it was the flash of yellow, green and silver and diamond that made Steve’s heart stop. Her rings. Bright platinum and yellow gold. Sparkling diamond, deep green emerald.

There’s no way she would have given those up without a fight…

Tony pushed himself away from the table, a sob catching in his throat whilst Steve reached out to gently pick up his girl’s rings. He could hardly make them out now, the tears in his own eyes blurred his vision. He closed his palm around them, and walked out of the room, but not before he gave a loud, angry yet broken cry and his fist punched straight through the re-enforced glass in one of the windows that looked out into the corridor.

He headed up to the roof, he’d been coming here a lot recently. Good way to get some peace, away from everything. Except he was never away, because she was with him, in his head, every damned movement he made. He glanced across the skyline, his eyes falling on Central Park. The leaves on some of the trees already a bright mixture of reds, golds and oranges. Fall was his favourite time of year, he loved the colours. It was an artist’s dream. Not Katie’s though. Oh no.

“She hates this time of year.” Steve said simply as he looked out over the New York Skyline, not turning to look at Tony as he drew up beside him.

“Everything dies and it’s a bit shit.” Tony mumbled, sticking his hands in his pockets as he uttered the words Katie uses to describe Autumn. Steve knew what he was saying, but the pair of them couldn’t help but inhale at the sentiments of the word.

"Sorry… “ Tony sighed, “I just…” he trailed off, shrugging.

Steve shrugged also as he turned to look at the man besides him, lips curling into a despondent sort of smile. “I know…”

The two men stood in silence before a short, despairing chuckle burst from Steve . “You know, this time last year she made a pie,” he shook his head “I was teasing her about being miserable it was Autumn and she said the only thing decent about it is you can make apple pie. And I told her she was ridiculous, as surely apple pie can be made any time of year…” “That’s my mom” Tony said, smiling and he gave a small huff of laughter “Mom always used to make pies autumn through winter but never any other time of year…”

“I didn’t even wait for it to cool.” Steve chuckled. “As soon as it came out of the oven there was a scoop of ice cream on it and I was digging in. She stabbed me with a fork”

Tony snorted “Sounds about right.”

“It was the best fucking apple pie I’ve eaten.” Steve sniffed. “Damned it..” his voice cracked “ I’d give anything to have her here to make another…”

Tony glanced up at the soldier, the tears evident in his eyes.

“Katie told me she thinks you’re the strongest person she’s ever known,” he breathed out. “Learning to live and start again in a world that has continually done nothing but beat you down… “

“I don’t feel strong now.” Steve whispered, turning to face Tony.

“You have to be.” Tony said “We all do, that’s the only way we’re gonna find her.” Even in the dim light, through his own tears, Tony could see the grief on Steve’s face. There was utter desperation and sadness in his blue eyes, the tears now shining as they fell down his cheeks. The Captain released a long, shuddering breath before wiping at his face stating simply, “I don’t know how to be strong without her Tony.”

“She makes me better too.” Tony said, his own eyes now spilling with tears, “And for that reason alone we have to find her. And we have to bring her home.” his eyes turn back to the city which is now starting to light up as the sun begins to dips behind the horizon “And then she can make a damned pie.”

*****

He parked the truck at the end of the long drive, hiding it between two trees and then climbed out, the smells, the sounds of the wind, everything was familiar, but it was clear, sharp, as if he wasn’t experiencing it all through a veil of fog.

This was the last place on his list. He had by no way, shape or form eliminated everyone that had been involved in his programming, but he’d taken the main ones he remembered. And there was one left. A Doctor. A Doctor that had been sadistic. A Doctor that had been sadistic and enjoyed what he did, experimenting on him, on others. He wasn’t sure if he had been the type of person to seek revenge before they had done this to him and he didn’t really care either, and besides, it wasn’t just revenge…it was closure. After this one was dead, that was it. He was going to lay low, try and make sense of these whirring memories that came back to him in a jumble. Sometimes he could make sense of them, and some of them were stronger than others, like the ones of him in the war. He could remember the missions mainly. And then some of them from before were hazier, a short, skinny, sickly blond haired boy. Punk…

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” He knew the boy was Steve. Captain America leader of the Commandos. He remembered Steve but he didn’t feel that he knew him. But he understood that he should, the display at the Smithsonian had told him that.

Best friends since childhood.

The longer he stayed out of Hydra’s grasp the more his mind was his own, and it was only a matter of time, he hoped, till he did remember. But until then, he needed to slip away. Be a ghost story once more.

One more…

Picking the gun up off the passenger seat he zipped up his jacket and made his way towards the facility, making sure he kept to the cover of the expanse of forest and open green space that surrounded it. Of course it would be in the fuck end of nowhere. No one to hear the screams. He easily dispatched the guards at the gate, and the 4 that then rush out to greet him are no match for him. That’s one upside to this entire situation, he can fight. And fight better than he ever could

“Pick on someone your own size…” He swiftly boots the guy right up the ass and down the alley.

“You know, sometimes I think you like getting punched.” He turns to the small, blonde man standing up, dusting himself off.

“I had him on the ropes.” By the time he made his way inside he can hear the alarm going, and he smirked to himself slightly. Like it matters. Anyone who tried to stop him was dealt with, anyone who simply ran away, well he wasn’t here for them. They could go. He navigated the clinical corridor easily, by memory or instinct he doesn’t know but he eventually found the room. Something stopped him for a second, and a rush of vivid and loud memories flashed in front of his eyes.

“Soldat!” the voice is loud, almost a bark. “Hold out your arm.” He holds out his metal arm.

“The other one.” He does as he is told, and grits his teeth as the scalpel slices into him and they cut a chunk of his flesh away.

“Take that to my lab.” the voice says “I want to run some tests on his healing qualities, isolate the properties…keep him here, I can study his recover too…” With blood dripping down his arm, they take him back to his room, his cell at the other end of the facility, without even giving him a bandage.

With a low growl he kicked the door open and the man in the chair looked up at him, his eyes growing wide in fear.

“Soldat-”

The Doctor was cut off when a large boot kicked him hard in the chest, causing him to topple over backwards, the chair crashing to the floor. In one stride he was over him, gun levelled at his head.

“My name is Bucky.” He stated simply before he discharged his gun straight between the fucker’s eyes.

It’s done. It’s finished.

Turning on his heels he walked out of the room and aimed a punch to the man that launched at him from the right, sending him down easily. He then saw the flash of a gun as it went off, easily dodging the shot. He turned and fired one of his own, straight into the bastard’s knee cap and he collapsed. His path was now clear and he was about to leave, but then he heard it.

A jumbled scream of names, but it was the tone that set his nerves on edge. It was broken, the scream of someone desperate, someone that wasn’t here of their own accord. It was heart-wrenching, pitiful…and it was female

Automatically he spun and headed towards it.

*****

Katie had no idea when she last ate, it was certainly before they moved her here to this new place anyway. She didn’t trust them not to poison her, so at some point she stopped eating completely. She still refused to talk, and seeing as she knew they wanted her to scream, to shout in pain, to verify that what they are doing to her hurt, she also learned to stop crying out.

They wanted her to break. They continued to violate her, seemingly visiting her to get their fill whenever the ‘mood’ took them, but she held tight, tight to her memories, thoughts, trust in her fiancé, brother, her Avengers family to find her, tight to her desperate hope, and above all else, tight to that Stark pig-headed stubbornness.

She will NOT break. She will not give these fuckers anything. And if that means she dies, so be it.

As she lay on her bed, weak, her stomach churning from the bruises and hunger, there was a shrill noise in her ears, probably from the beating she took yesterday, but the more she tried to focus, the louder it became. And then she heard voices, yells.

The sound of gunfire made her sit up, fast, a little too fast and she cried out in pain as her body protested to the movement, but now she understood, the shrill noise was an alarm.

“He’s in the main lab…” She heard someone yelling.

And then Jones’ voice replied, he was getting closer as he spoke, she could tell “I’ll get the bitch, we need to move”.

Someone was here, and whoever it was wasn’t Hydra. And Katie let out a sob. It was them, it had to be, they’d come for her.

The door to her cell flung open and Jones ran in to grab her arm.

“Time to go…” As he grabbed her arm and dragged her off the bed she screamed. As loud as she could. She screamed for Steve, then Tony, then Thor, Natasha, Clint…her voice cracking and croaky from lack of use, yelling the first words she’d spoken in his presence since they’d taken her.

She wasn’t staying quiet this time, not now rescue was so close by.

“Oh, now you talk…” Jones gave her a quick slap which left her dazed but, as he dragged her to the door he stopped dead halfway across the room. Katie looked up, struggling to focus and she could just make out a tall figure, blocking the way. For a moment she thought it was Steve, but then she realised he wasn’t tall enough. And the way he held himself was all wrong. Then she noticed his hair, and as he strode into the cell, murderous intent oozing from every part of his body, her eyes started to focus and she saw his face from under the peak of his cap, that haunted stare she remembered from the riverbank.

“Bucky.” Her voice was nothing but a whisper.

Bucky tilted his head, surveying her, but he didn’t acknowledge her. Instead, his eyes moved to Jones, and they suddenly lit with a furious fire and he stepped forward again.

Jones pushed Katie hard towards him. She fell again, and Bucky gently caught her, setting her quickly to one side as he grabbed Jones who was making a break for it towards the door. He gripped the man in his metal left arm, which was covered by a black leather jacket and glove, round the throat and squeezed, hard. The man’s bones and sinew and tissue crunched and squashed in his grip and he fell limp.

I don’t like men hitting women, you fucker.

Bucky tossed Jones to the floor and Katie tried to push herself up from where she had fallen with her hands, but it hurt so much. Her broken one gave way and she lurched forward, bracing herself for the impact as she was about to fall flat on her face but the blow never came. Instead, a strong arm wrapped around her from behind and she was gently pulled back into a sitting position, as she fought to keep her sobs and cries under control. She looked up, following Bucky’s movement as he crouched down in front of her. She looked up at him, and managed a small smile.

“Thank you Bucky.”

Bucky swallowed, she knew him? How? How did she know who he really was? He continued to look into her eyes, green and dull, sunken into a face that is spattered with bruises, died blood, cuts and angry red marks and then he recognised her, from that day on the river bank.

The day he dragged Captain America, Steve, out of the Potomac.

“I’m Katie. Steve’s Girlfriend. You know Steve, right?”

What Hydra were doing with Steve’s girlfriend in this god-forsaken shithole he had no idea. But he also knew that he couldn’t leave her here.

“Can you stand?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know…” she choked out, her voice croaky. He decided it would be easier, and kinder to carry her. Removing his jacket and placing it round her shoulders, because it was cold outside and all she was wearing was a dirty blouse and trousers, no shoes or socks. He gently placed his metal arm round her back and his right under her knees, lifting her effortlessly up into his arms. She let out a small sob and a cry of pain as the movement jostled her slightly.

“Sorry.” He appologised gruffly, as she placed her arms round his neck for support and leaned into his warmth, the first kind and friendly touch she had felt in so damned long. Instinctively, she buried her face into his chest as he carried her, unable to believe that she was finally safe.

It wasn’t Steve, but at the moment she would have taken anyone.

Quickly Bucky made his way back through the base, up a short flight of stairs she had absolutely no recollection of coming down when she was brought here, and they emerged into the fresh air. The wind hit her face and stung her cheeks and she pressed her face harder into his chest, whimpering at the assault on her senses. Eventually, when she felt she had gotten control of herself she gently moved, ignoring the pain, to have a look around. The leaves on the trees around them were now sporting orange leaves, some having shed a few already.

It had been the 1st of September when she had been taken.

“Do you know the date?” she throatily asked as Bucky carried her gently but quickly towards a truck which was parked haphazardly in between 3 of the trees in a clearing set back from the road. How fucking long had they had her?

“10th October.” he replied

She gave another little sob as she did the maths in her head “6 weeks. 6 fucking weeks.”

“Try 70 years sweetheart” Bucky mumbled back, and his sarcasm made her snort a little laugh, and she instantly winced at the pain in her chest.

He gently helped her into the truck, laying her across her across the back seats, before he jumped in the driver’s side and gave a quick look around before he set off.

Katie pulled the jacket tighter around her and gave another loud sob, then the tears started, and she couldn’t stop.

“You’re safe.” Bucky cast a glance over his shoulder. “I won’t hurt you.” “I know.” He looked at her again, as she lay down, before she started to cough. Tilting onto her side, she tried to stop herself as it was painful, fire shooting across her stomach, up her side, her ribs…her hand…everything.

“You need a hospital.” he said.

“No.” she shook her head

“You need medical attention”

“I can…”she took a deep breath, fighting the pain “Home. I’ll be safer with Steve and my brother.” Steve. Bucky swallowed thickly. “Where’s home?” he asked.

“Manhattan.” “I can’t go to Manhattan” he said, shaking his head.

“Yes you can.” she grimaced “Steve…he’ll help.” “I can’t go to Manhattan” he repeated. She didn’t respond and when he glanced back he saw she’d passed out, or was sleeping, he doesn’t know. He took a deep breath and for a split second toyed with ignoring her request and driving her to the nearest ER, but he understood her fear only too well. If Hydra took her, there’s a chance they’ll come back for her and she was right. Steve could keep her safe.

So he drove into the nearest Police Station, parked the truck outside leaving the engine and the heaters running, to keep her warm and with his baseball cap pulled as far down over his face, grabbed his rucksack. He hid behind a dumpster, not far away, keeping the car in sight. It didn’t take long until someone came out of the police station and walked over to the vehicle to investigate. Bucky saw the man peer inside before he gave a yell, and yanked open the back door. Bucky took a deep breath, and with one last look over his shoulder he headed off into the cold October wind.

******

“Miss…” a voice was stirring Katie. It was a soft voice, not the harsh one she was used to dealing with. And she was warm, she could smell leather. A bit like Steve’s jacket, but not, because it didn’t smell like him. Blinking she saw someone leaning over her and she instinctively tried to back up, but she hit something metal. Taking a moment she realised she was in a car. And then she remembered Bucky. Bucky had killed Jones and freed her.

“Where…” she began and the large man spoke softly

“You’re in La Ronge…at the local police station.” he said, gently.

She glanced up, wary. “How do I know you’re not Hydra…” “Hydra?” he frowned and she took in his appearance. He was in a uniform, and he was flanked by other officers in a uniform.

“We’ve called an ambulance…” he began. “No!” She immediately yelled. “I need to go home…” “Ma’am…” “No. Hospital.” she growled, trying to sit up. “It isn’t safe. I need…” she took a deep breath “Can you call home, my fiancé, my brother, anyone…” “Where’s home ma’am.” “Avengers Tower.” she said, taking a deep breath. The man’s eyes grew wide as he looked at her, “You’re…oh my God, you’re Katie Stark…”

She nodded.

He leaned back out to one of the other officers and said something before leaning back into the car.

“There’s been a lot of people looking for you Miss Stark.” he said kindly “We’ll get someone on to your Brother right away. In the mean-time, we need to get you inside.”

She nodded and pushed herself up, gritting her teeth, trying to fight how much pain she was in. With a bit of a struggle and help she managed to shuffle herself out of the car. She steadied herself against it, whilst the officer looked at her and then gently moved towards her. Instinctively she shrunk back and he held his hands up.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I just thought you might need a hand walking.”

She did need a hand. After scrutinizing him for another second, she nodded and he gently scooped her up, causing her to hiss, and he took her inside. She was gently carried through the back of the station and into a warm, gently lit medical room of some sorts where she was set down on a soft medical bench.

“No hospital” she said again, feeling her eyes going droopy again.

“I promise.” the man nodded. “But we do have an on duty medic…maybe she could clean you up a little, and we can find you some clothes.” That sounded ok, and she nodded again, before the blackness took her once more

******

Steve couldn’t run. Not properly. He needed to be in the tower just in case. Not to mention the barrage of press camped on the doorstep since he had relented and told Tony to go public a few days back. And he hated the treadmill, seemed pointless, if he was running he actually wanted to get somewhere. So instead he took his frustration out on the punch bag. Every blow he landed was one for the fuckers that had taken his girl. He lost count of how many of the things he tore open but thankfully there seemed to be an endless supply, and someone to clear up the mess he left afterwards. Including the blood on the floor from his split knuckle as he had stopped bandaging his hands. The pain was twistedly comforting, something to actually feel when the rest of him was numb. "Trouble sleeping?”

He turned and saw her leaning in the doorway, wearing a pair of tight lycra leggings and a crop top that finished halfway down her perfect midriff and a cheeky grin as she took a drag from the water bottle in her hand.

He gave a laugh, as he caught the punch bag.

“At half 4 in the afternoon?” He quipped back as she crossed the room towards him. He noticed her skin was gleaming with sweat “you been training?”

“Sparring with Nat… she was an absolute bitch” Katie said, taking a drink from her water bottle “she needs to get laid then she might stop taking it out on me.”

“Or maybe you need to learn to punch better” he teased.

“Can you get divorced before you get married?” she said through narrowed eyes making him laugh. “I can punch just fine thanks”

“Show me whatcha got then” he nodded towards the punch bag. Taking another drink from her bottle she tossed it aside and shoved him in the chest, making him laugh again, stepping back as she passed. He watched as she took up her stance, feet slightly apart, arms raised, and she gave the bag a sharp jab with her right and it swung back away from her.

“Not bad…” he grinned, moving towards her. ”But if you tilt your hips…“ his hands fell to her waist and he moved her slightly "this way… legs slightly further…” he used his feet to nudge hers “this way and arms…” both his hands wrapped round her wrists, the light catching her ring on her left hand “little less high…” he used his arms to guide hers and swung and the bag sending it flying.

She dropped her arms and brought them around her front, taking his with them. “Admit it…” she said, her voice husky “my stance was fine you just wanted to touch me.”

“You have a very high opinion of yourself, or a very low opinion of me.” He said, his body stooping so his chin rest in her shoulder.

“No, I just know you too well Captain Sex Fiend…” she said, turning her head to face him, her lips brushing his.

He’d pushed her backwards, and took her hard and fast against the wooden clad walls of the gym, bodies slick and working together the way they always did. Her hands were in his hair, clawing at his back and it had left them both far more flushed than any other physical exercise ever did…. With one final punch as the memory faded Steve gave a cry of anger, frustration, grief, he had no idea what he was feeling, maybe all 3, but he knocked the damn thing straight off the chain anyway. “Captain Rogers…” JARVIS suddenly spoke. “Yeah.” He responded, his voice croaky from unshed tears. “Mr Stark has asked that you meet him immediately in the hanger. There has been a development regarding Miss Stark” Steve didn’t respond, he grabbed his dark, red hoody and sprinted out of the door.

“She’s been found.” Tony said, wheeling round to look at him as he ran up the ramp to the jet, not waiting for him to speak. “In the back of a stolen car that was abandoned outside a station in La Ronge.“

“Is she…” he choked out, and Tony gave a small smile and a sniff.

“She’s alive. But she’s not in great shape, and she’s refusing to go to hospital, told them to call us instead.”

Steve’s hands flying up to cover his face and they slid into his hair as he dropped into the seat behind Tony, the relief washing all over his body. Tony began to flip the switches, firing up the jet, at the same time as Bruce walked on board.

“We got something?” He looked at the two men.

“Yeah..” Tony said “Some police station in La Ronge called. They have her, but she’s…she’s not in a good way so we need…” He gestured to Bruce and pointed to one of the seats.

Bruce let out a deep breath, his shoulders sagging in relief. “That’s great…that’s she’s been found…”

“Jarvis, you got that flight plan?” Tony asked.

“Yes Sir, you are expected at the air field, some 15 miles from the station. The Sergeant who called will meet you there. ETA 3pm”

Tony turned to Steve as the jet began to rise, the soldier was looking down at his hands, breathing deeply. He was a jumble of emotions, relief she was ok, worried about what state she was in, angry at who had done this to her. He was jerked out of his thoughts by Tony who gently clamped him on the shoulder.

Blue eyes met dark brown, both shimmering with tears. “Let’s go get our girl” Tony smiled softly.

**** Chapter 21

**Original Posting**

#stark spangled banner #steve rogers #Katie Stark #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america #mcu #mcu fanfic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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sasskarian · 4 years ago

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"Be still my foolish heart don’t ruin this on me" for prompts

Fallout 4 | Paladin Danse

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The Commonwealth is quiet tonight.

It’s not silent, by any stretch: Evie can hear the hounds in the distance, their mutated throats sending their boofs echoing through the streets of Boston even from a long distance, and somewhere— a mile or more— the whoop of a raiding party rises over the station’s lookout, too far away to do anything but pity the poor prey they’ve caught. Dogmeat grunts, his paws pushing against her armored thigh as he stretches. His ears are perked, though, so he’s just catching some rest while he can. Even the thwomp-and-hiss of her partner’s power armor is missing from the darkness, the red light of his scope the only thing highlighting his face in their little bubble of quiet.

Six months since her Vault opened. Six months she’s been here in the wastelands of what was once home. She grew up here, got her law degree at the university that’s nothing but rubble and worse; peeled off crab legs and laughed with her family under the Barking Crab’s colorful tent down on Sleeper Street. The other day, while green lightning forked overhead and the Prydwen bobbed in the drafts rolling off the Atlantic, she’d seen the panhandle shape of the East Boston Memorial Garden, where she and Nate had had their first date, and later, their wedding. How strange that had felt, six months and several lifetimes away.

Dogmeat whines softly as her mood shifts, rolling until he sprawls belly up halfway between her and Danse. Four months ago, when she stumbled bleeding into the police station and half-collapsed at Danse’s feet, she’d never have heard the quiet chuff of amusement, or the whisper-quiet ruffle of fur as his gloves scritched the dog’s belly. But tonight, it warms her, something welcome and pure in this nightmare of a world.

“You astound me,” Danse says quietly. From the lack of sass by Rhys— Knight Rhys, her mind auto-corrects, mimicking the salty tone perfectly— Evie guesses his comms are off, and turns her own mic off. After a quick fiddle with her Pip, Diamond City Radio also goes down until it’s nothing but a pleasant buzz in her ear.

“I mean, he is a very good dog,” she teases, smiling when her shameless companion wiggles, a foot scratching as she finds That One Itchy Spot with her gloveless nails. “Quite astounding, really.”

Danse snorts softly. She can only see a sliver of his face, sitting as they were: him facing the west, rifle ready and primed, and her facing east, face full of the briny Atlantic breezes. But even that sliver is enough to show his small smile, the crinkles next to his eyes shadowed as they wink into existence. “He is,” Danse says. “But I wasn’t referring to him.”

The hand on his rifle fidgets, an uncharacteristic tell for the always in control soldier. There’s been several of those, these last few weeks.

“Is that so?” Evie asks, turning to face him. Her fingers find Dogmeat’s ears, playing with the silky fur as she waits. She’s always been good at that: waiting someone out, giving them just enough rope to swing on. Patience cuts through a lot of bluster, and there aren’t many in this new world or from before the war that could out-awkward or out-stubborn her.

Danse is silent, sighting a shadow on the ground to keep from looking at her. The red washes over his face, highlighting the scar through his eyebrow and Evie tucks her arms around one knee to keep from doing anything stupid. This isn’t the first time Danse has said something startling; confessions are easier said in the dark, and despite the stoneface he presents to the Brotherhood, Danse seems to have a lot of confessions. Evie doesn’t mind: it’s nice to feel connected to someone out here.

Finally, he sets the rifle back down, the breeze playing with the tips of his black hair. “You’ve got to be the most resilient person I’ve ever met,” he says. His voice is so quiet, even the distant warble of star radiation shining down on them is almost louder, but Evie still hears him. “You slept as the world changed, had your son stolen from you, your husband killed in front of you. Woke up in an entirely different lifetime, and yet, here you are, boots on the ground and just… adapting.” He shifts, his armor hissing. “How?”

Nate’s face swims up in her memory— his brown eyes, the curl to his hair when he stepped out of the shower. How his megawatt smile lit up when Shaun came red-faced and howling into the world. With a pang that has only started to soften, she nudges it away. Nate’s ghost will always be with her, reminders of him in every step she takes, but it’s getting easier to breathe without him. Easier to see him as something to fight for, to keep her going. He pushes her on, when all she wants to do is lie down and stop getting back up.

“I don’t have a choice.” Evie is just as quiet, her head dropping to her knee. Her armor doesn’t hiss as she moves, and she thinks half-heartedly about offering to check his hydraulic hoses before acknowledging the distraction for what it is: stalling. “Shaun is out there somewhere. He’s the only piece of normal I have left.” When she looks up, Danse is staring at her, eyes dark and wide— brown and sweet, like Nate’s. “He’s the only piece of Nate I have left.”

Slowly, so hesitant she almost expects his neck to creak like an unoiled hinge, Danse nods and turns back to his post, content with that answer. And maybe it’s her imagination, but his arm slides over until his vambrace rests against her leg. Something in her heart rolls over— not awake. Pain is still a fresh-faced, wide-eyed companion. But maybe a few maybes have been sung along in her heart with the radio, and she turns the DCR channel back up, thoughtful.

The rest of the shift is uneventful, with nothing but the stars smiling down on them and that quiet clink of wrist to ankle and heart to heart.

***

Hozier Prompts

I FULLY blame @asaara-writes for dragging me into this fandom. I did NOT need another awkward, lost puppy soldier boy to love, I have enough of those in my real life! (j/k, I love this damn game, I have been mainlining it)

EDIT: Also on Ao3! Along with a bunch of other work y’all might like!

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #my fic #sher does fallout #i did the thing #Anonymous

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glentheapprentice-arcanawriter · 4 years ago

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Been Busy, Here’s The Masterpost

So, I’ve been reblogging some ask ideas, and I will leave them up so the original posters and rebloggers are credited, but here is the masterpost so you can just look through them. I might do them in order if I have an idea for them, and I am open for asks. Just put them in, and what characters you want them to be centered on.

For future reference, the characters of the Slime Rancher AU have been affected by an age-old concept that addresses the fact that no human can pass another without impacting the other’s life in some way. The characters in the AU are different in personality (only somewhat in some situations) than the ones in canon.

And with that, let’s make the masterpost.

Masterpost under the bar.

Emoji Prompts

🎂 : A birthday headcanon.

💩 : An embarrassing headcanon

💀 : An injury headcanon

👄 : A kiss headcanon

💔 : A breakup headcanon

🌟 : A secret wish headcanon

💍 : A marriage headcanon

👶 : A family headcanon

💧 : A sad headcanon

🛁 : A bathing headcanon

🛏 : A sleeping headcanon

💥 : A fighting headcanon

😳 : A confessing headcanon

👔 : A clothing headcanon

❤ : A romantic headcanon

☁️ : A soft headcanon

🌑 : A dark headcanon

😜 : A random headcanon

🎃 : A halloween headcanon

😤 : A jealousy headcanon

⌛ : A final headcanon

🌡: A sick headcanon

🍺 : A drunk headcanon

🧨 : An unexpected headcanon

Beautiful Words Prompts

Waldeinsamkeit (German) - the feeling of being alone in the woods, solitude, and a connectedness to nature

Iktsuarpok (Inuit) - refers to the feeling of anticipation when you’re expecting someone that leads you to constantly check to see if they’re coming

Komorebi (Japanese) - sunlight filtering through the leaves of trees.

Kilig (Tagalog) - the thrilling feeling of butterflies in your stomach when something romantic happens.

Hiraeth (Welsh) - homesickness mixed with grief and sadness over the lost or departed, or a type of longing for the homeland or the romanticized past.

Hyggelig (Danish) - warm, friendly, cozy, delightfully intimate moment or thing.

Mamihlapinatapai (Yaghan, Tierra del Fuego) - the wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both want to initiate something, but are reluctant to do so.

Utepils (Norwegian) - to sit outside enjoying a beer on a sunny day.

Tidsoptimist (Swedish) - a person who is always late because they think they have more time than they do; a time optimist.

Bhava (Sanskrit) - when you’re in a mental state of bliss or peace, a oneness that flits into you, especially when you’re listening to music.

Samar (Arabic) - staying up late and having conversations with friends or family.

Cafuné (Portuguese) - the act of tenderly running one’s fingers through a loved one’s hair.

Retrouvailles (French) - a reunion (e.g., with loved ones after a long time apart).

Naz (Urdu) - assurance/pride in knowing that the other’s love is unconditional and unshakable.

Fargin (Yiddish) - ungrudging and overt (expressed) pride and happiness at other’s successes.

Apnapan (Hindi) - having a quality where you accept people, think of them as your own, take care of the ones you love, not for anything in return.

Meriggiare (Italian) - to rest at midday in a shady spot.

One Word Ideas

A aeipathy (n.) - an enduring and consuming passion aleatory (n.) - relying on chance or an uncontrolled element in the details of life or in the creation of art alharaca (spanish, n.) - an extraordinary or violent emotional reaction to a small issue anacampserote (n.) - something that can bring back a lost love antiscians (n.) - people who live on opposite sides the world, “whose shadows at noon are cast in opposite directions” áoyè // 熬夜 (chinese, n.) - to pull an all-nighter appetence (n.) - an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bond aranyhíd (hungarian, n) - “the golden bridge”; the reflection of the sun as it shines on water aspectabund (adj.) - letting or being able to let expressive emotion show easily through one’s face and eyes asterismos (n.) - “marking with stars”; a word that gives weight or draws attention to the words that follow aswium // 아쉬움 (korean, n.) - the mingled feeling of disappointment, frustration, and regret that results from an unsatisfactory situation atermoiements (french, n.) - distractions or hesitations leading to procrastination avos’ // авось (russian, n.) - blind trust in sheer luck

B balter (v.) - to dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill but usually with enjoyment basorexia (n.) - the overwhelming desire to kiss bilita mpash (bantu, n.) - the opposite of a nightmare; not merely a good dream, but a blissful state where all is forgiven and forgotten brontide (n.) - the low rumble of distant thunder brumous (adj.) - of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog b’shirt // באשַערט (yiddish, n.) - “destiny”; referring to the seeking of a person who will complement you and whom you will complement perfectly

C cafuné (portuguese, n.) - the act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair caim (scottish, n.) - an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest times casuistry (n.) - deceptive or excessively subtle reasoning chéngquán // 成全 (chinese, v.) - “to become whole”; to selflessly help someone achieve their aim chimerical (adj.) - created by unchecked imagination; fantastically visionary or highly improbable commuovere (italian, v.) - to stir, to touch, to move to tears consenescere (latin, v.) - to grow old and grey together; to stay too long in an occupation; to decay, to lose respect, to fade convivencia (spanish, n.) - living together, in the sense of living or working closely with other people with whom you share feelings, desires, or a common purpose

D defenestrate (n.) - to throw someone or something out of a window dépaysement (n.) - the feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country dérive (french, n.) - a spontaneous journey where the traveler leaves their life behind for a time to let the spirit of the landscape and architecture attract and move them desenrascanço (portuguese, n.) - the improvisation of haphazard but completely sound solutions or plans at the last minute dormiveglia (italian, n.) - the space that stretches between sleeping and waking dustsceawung (n.) - reflection on people, and on the knowledge that all things will turn to dust

E eigengrau (german, n.) - “intrinsic grey”; the color seen by the eye in perfect darkness erlebnisse (german, n.) - the experiences, positive or negative, that we feel most deeply, and through which we truly live estivate (v.) - to be inactive or asleep through the summer’s heat and then come awake and alive in the winter eudaimonia (n.) - a contented state of being happy and healthy and prosperous

F fanaa // فناء (urdu, n.) - destruction of the self; “destroyed in love” fernweh (german, n.) - feeling homesick for a place you have never been to finifugal (adj.) - hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the final moments of a story, relationship, or some other journey firgun // פירגון (hebrew, n.) - the act of sharing in or even contributing to someone else’s pleasure or fortune, with a purely generous heart and without jealousy fisselig (german, n.) - being flustered to the point of incompetence; a temporary state of inexactitude and sloppiness that is elicited by another person’s nagging fuubutsushi // 風物詩 (japanese, n.) - the feelings, scents, or images that evoke memories or anticipation of a particular season

G gezellig (dutch, adj.) - cozy, nice, inviting, pleasant, comfortable; connoting time spent with loved ones or togetherness after a long separation gibel // гибель (russian, n.) - not death, not suicide, but simply ceasing to exist; deteriorating in a way that is painful for others gibigianna (italian, n.) - the play of light reflected from water or a mirror; a sunlit area gigil (tagalog, v.) - to grit the teeth in order to resist the urge to pinch or squeeze something extremely cute gökotta (swedish, n.) - dawn picnic to hear the first birdsong; the act of rising in the early morning to watch the birds or to go outside to appreciate nature guanxi // 關係 (chinese, n.) - a network of social connections based on mutual trust and the balancing of debts by returning favors so that the relationship’s benefits are shared by all

H hanyauku (kwangali, n.) - the act of walking on tiptoes across warm sand hifistelyä (finnish, n.) - something sophisticated, luxurious, and expensive, which is however a very minor improvement and is not needed hiraeth (welsh, n.) - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past honne // 本音 (japanese, n.) - what a person truly believes; the behavior and opinions which are often kept hidden and only displayed with one’s closest confidants hüzün (turkish, n.) - a melancholy resulting from inadequacy or failure and weighing so heavily that it becomes communal, resigned, and even curiously poetic

I ichariba chode // 行逢りば兄弟 (japanese, phr.) - “though we meet but once, even by chance, we are friends for life” iktsuarpok (inuit, n.) - the frustration of waiting for someone to turn up ilunga (tshiluba, n.) - a person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time incalescent (adj.) - growing hotter or more ardent; set ablaze induratize (v.) - to make one’s own heart hardened or resistant to someone’s pleas or advances, or to the idea of love

J jaaneman // जानेमन // جان ِ من (persian, n.) - “soul of me”; gender-neutral word for sweetheart or darling jiāoqiǎnyánshēn // 交浅言深 (chinese, v.) - to have a deep and intimate conversation with a stranger jīlè // 雞肋 (chinese, n.) - things that you have no use for, yet still don’t want to throw away

K kairos καιρός (greek, n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement kalopsia (n.) - the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are kalsarikännit (finnish, v.) - to get drunk alone at home in your underwear karōshi // 過労死 (japanese, n.) - death from being overworked katzenjammer (german, n.) - a bad hangover or a general state of depression or bewilderment kawaakari // 川明かり (japanese, n.) - the gleam of last light on a river’s surface at dusk; the glow of a river in the darkness kilig (tagalog, n.) - the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, usually when something romantic takes place kintsukuroi // 金繕い (japanese, n.) - “to repair with gold”; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken koyaanisqatsi (hopi, n.) - nature out of balance; a way of life so unbalanced that you need a new way kruschteln (german, v.) - to look for an item in a disorganized pile of stuff

L la douleur exquise (french, n.) - the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable l’appel du vide (french, n.) - “the call of the void”; the instinctive urge to jump from high places latibule (n.) - a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort lethe (n.) - oblivion or something to make you enter oblivion and forget lítost (czech, n.) - regret and remorse and repentance; a state of agony and torment; sorrow said to be created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery livsnjutare (swedish, n.) - one who loves life deeply and lives it to the extreme

M mamihlapinatapei (yagán, n.) - the wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to do so matutine (adj.) - just before the dawn mbuki-mvuki (bantu, v.) - to shed one’s clothing spontaneously and dance naked in joy meliorism (n.) - the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world mellandagarna (swedish, n.) - “the middle days”; the days between christmas and the new year meraki // μεράκι (greek, n.) - the soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work metanoia (n.) - the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life mono no aware // 物の哀れ (japanese, n.) - the gentle wistfulness at the transience of things, and the awareness of the sadness of existence mudita // मुदित (sanskrit, n.) - sympathetic, vicarious joy; happiness rather than resentment at someone else’s well-being or good fortune mutterseelenallein (german, adj.) - utterly alone, as of refugees torn from their home country

N nakhes (yiddish, n.) - the satisfaction gained from life’s gifts; proud pleasure, especially in one’s children or grandchildren and their successes, however small ñáñaras (spanish, n.) - the free-falling sensation in the body caused by an unpleasant situation, fear, anxiety, insecurity, or other intense emotions natsukashii // 懐かしい (japanese, adj.) - of some small thing that brings you suddenly and joyously back to fond memories, not with a wistful longing for what’s past, but with an appreciation of the good times nazlanmak (turkish, v.) - pretending reluctance or indifference when you are actually willing or eager; saying no and meaning yes nefelibata (spanish, n.) - “cloud-walker”; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art nemesism (greek, n.) - frustration, anger, or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one’s way of living nemophilist (n.) - a haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude nepenthe (n.) - something that can make you forget grief or suffering noceur (french, n.) - one who sleeps late or not at all; one who stays out late to revel or party noctuary (n.) - the record of a single night’s events, thoughts, or dreams novaturient (adj.) - desiring or seeking powerful change in one’s life, behavior, or situation numinous (adj.) - describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted; the powerful, personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired

O offing (n.) - the deep, distant stretch of the ocean that is still visible from the land orenda (iroquoian, n.) - a mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world, or to effect change in their own lives ostranenie // остранение (russian, n.) - encouraging people to see common things as strange, wild, or unfamiliar; defamiliarizing what is known in order to know it differently or more deeply oubliette (n.) - a dungeon with a door only in the ceiling; a place you put people to forget about them

P palinoia (n.) - the obsessive repetition of an act until it is perfect or mastered pareidolia (n.) - the instinct to seek familiar forms in disordered images like clouds or constellations; the perception of random stimuli as significant peripeteia // περιπέτεια (greek, n.) - a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return pretoogjes (dutch, n.) - the eyes of a chuckling person who is up to benign mischief

Q quaquaversal (adj.) - moving or happening in every direction instantaneously querencia (spanish, n.) - a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self

R ranço (portuguese, n.) - the inexplicable feeling of disliking someone without a proper reason rantipole (v.) - to be wild and reckless rasasvada // रसास्वाद (sanskrit, n.) - the taste of bliss in the absence of all thoughts recumbentibus (n.) - the knockout or ending blow, physical or verbal; the final, winning argument redamancy (n.) - the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full resfeber (swedish, n.) - the restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together retrouvaille (french, n.) - the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery

S sankofa (akan, n.) - “go back and fetch it”; to look back on the past in order to understand how we became what we are, and move forward to a better future sarang // 사랑 (korean, n.) - “i wish to be with you until death” saudade (portuguese, n.) - a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost sciamachy (n.) - a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow scintilla (n.) - a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely-visible trace sehnsucht (german, n.) - a yearning for a far, familiar, non-earthly land one can identify as one’s home serein (french, n.) - the fine, light rain that falls from a clear sky at sunset or in the early hours of night setsunai // 切ない (japanese, n) - the feeling between bittersweet, painful, and wistful sillage (french, n.) - the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone smultronställe (swedish, n.) - a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness soigné (french, adj.) - possessing an aura of sophistication in dress, manner, or design; presented or prepared with an elegance attained through care for the finer details sophrosyne // σωφροσύνη (greek, n.) - a healthy state of mind, characterized by self-control, moderation, and a deep awareness of one’s true self, and resulting in true happiness sturmfrei (german, adj.) - the freedom of not being watched by a parent or superior; being alone at a place and having the ability to do what you want susurrus (n.) - a low, soft sound, as of whispering or muttering or a quiet wind súton (croatian, n.) - the approach of death or the end of something

T tacenda (n.) - things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence tatemae // 建前 (japanese, n.) - what a person pretends to believe; the behavior and opinions one must display to satisfy society’s demandsv. temerate (v.) - to break a bond or binding promise toska // тоска (russian, n.) - ache of soul, longing with nothing to long for tsundoku // 積ん読 (japanese, n.) - buying books and not reading them; letting books pile up unread on shelves or floors or nightstands

U uitwaaien (dutch, v.) - to take a break to clear one’s head

V vagary (n.) - an unpredictable instance, a wandering journey; a whimsical, wild, or unusual idea, desire, or action velleitie (n.) - a wish or powerful desire for something that nonetheless is not or cannot be followed by actions meant to pursue it venters (scots, n.) - what the wind or tide drives in from the ocean upon a wave vernorexia (n.) - a romantic mood inspired by spring videnda (n.) - the things that should be seen or visited, especially if because they mark the character of a person or place volta // βόλτα (greek, n.) - a leisurely stroll along the main street or the seashore as the sun is setting, to meet and talk with friends and neighbors vorfreude (german, n.) - the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures

W wabi-sabi // 侘寂 (japanese, n) - accepting the natural cycle of growth and decay wēijī // 危機 (chinese, n.) - crisis or critical moment; from risk 危 and opportunity 機, the idea that there can be a positive result in a wisely handled risk

X xibipíío (pirahã, adj.) - of experiential liminality; of a being in the boundaries of experience and the act of entering or leaving perception xuānxiè // 宣泄 (chinese, v.) - “to let accumulated water flow”; to emotionally unburden oneself

Y ya’aburnee // يقبرني (arabic, phr.) - “you bury me”; wishing for a loved one to outlive you because of how unbearable life would be without them yakamoz (turkish, n.) - the reflection of the moon as it shines upon the water

Z zugzwang (german, n.) - a situation where every possible move or decision is a bad one, or one that will result in damage or loss

Sensory Prompts

cold, smooth slate

smell of smoke in icy air

a shimmer of water droplets in the sun

mint leaves

cold mud

the squeak of an old wooden staircase

paper tearing

light on the bottom of a clear pool

radio static

wind chimes

light reflected on puddles

the green iridescence of a beetle’s wing

slipping into warm water

a glow stick being snapped

night wind carrying the scent of freshly baked bread

wet, rotting leaves

dice against a table

the taste left in your mouth after a dentist’s appointment

a bite of an apple

people talking a room away

walking barefoot on sidewalk

dark, bitter chocolate

dryer lint

plucking a peach off the tree

calloused palm

pine needles

aloe being slathered on a sunburn

eggshells cracking

a dog’s cold nose

porch light in the distance

pouring something into a glass

soft cat feet

scraping at a scab

a deer darting away under the trees

jumping into a cold pool

a paper cut

a too-rich dessert

putting on clean underwear

an unpleasantly damp handshake

sweaty socks

the soft fur behind a dog’s ears

crunching ice at the bottom of the glass

licking your fingers while eating Cheetos

fighting against the urge to cry

floating on your back in water

soreness after exercise

the smell of an elderly relative’s house

bowling alley carpet

fresh paint

fireworks close enough to feel in your chest

the radio playing in the background at a restaurant

watching aquarium fish

a toilet flushing in a public restroom

your breath coming out in clouds in the cold

putting accidentally way too much salt on your food

poking at a bruise

rain on a metal roof

scent of a damp basement

the weird green afterimage after coming in from the snow

getting scratched by briars

a popsicle stick against your tongue

opening a window

walking on gravel

cold pizza

blowing out a candle

a swallow of a carbonated drink

packing peanuts

a bleeding mosquito bite

trying to fall asleep in a too-warm room

loud laughter somewhere else in the neighborhood

a round rock in the palm of your hand

putting your hair in a tight ponytail

steam rising from a bowl of soup

gum with all the flavor chewed out of it

the feel of banana peel

heavy boots

latex gloves

cold coins

an earthworm squirming in your palm

someone pulling away from a hug you wish would last longer

cloudless summer sky

ripping up a tuft of grass

getting water in your eyes

clean sheets

the packaging of snack food you’re eating late at night

cold water down your neck

nasty-tasting medicine

cleaning dirt from under your nails

holding your breath underwater

flies buzzing

thick fog

aluminum foil

the smell of stagnant water

the light of a full moon

bending a green twig in your hands

another person touching your skin with cold hands

motion sickness

tufts of shed fur

hard candy dissolving in your mouth

a feeling of acceleration in your chest

Enjoy! Ask away!

If you want a certain character, don’t be afraid to ask, and if you don’t know what character could fit, but you want to see it anyhow, I’ll use a character I think might fit for you. 😊

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crescendo-for-survival · 6 years ago

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one word ideas for when you’re feeling stuck

R ranço (portuguese, n.) - the inexplicable feeling of disliking someone without a proper reason rantipole (v.) - to be wild and reckless rasasvada // रसास्वाद (sanskrit, n.) - the taste of bliss in the absence of all thoughts recumbentibus (n.) - the knockout or ending blow, physical or verbal; the final, winning argument redamancy (n.) - the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full resfeber (swedish, n.) - the restless race of the traveler's heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together retrouvaille (french, n.) - the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery

U uitwaaien (dutch, v.) - to take a break to clear one’s head

Z zugzwang (german, n.) - a situation where every possible move or decision is a bad one, or one that will result in damage or loss

#writing #prompts #words #ask meme #fic #writers #fanfic #uncommon words #prose #ask game #one word prompts #suggestions or polite corrections welcome!#language #*roses #100

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newmayhem · 5 years ago

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Ha'Shmla Dictionary

Disclaimer: None of this is mine, everything was collected from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes’ old websites, the wiki, and the old message boards. Anything written in the first person is a direct quote from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. For all the entries in the The Den of Shadows Reference series, check the tag or this page.

This dictionary in particular is courtesy of @sleepyspoonie.

WORDS

a – from, of, after

acita – nice, pleasant, nicely, pleasantly, to be nice, to be pleasant

adad – less, to have less, lessening

adir – more, to have more, increasing

Ahnleh – Fate, Eternity, Illusion, Destiny, the eight deity/concepts in the pantheon combined with the concept of Choice and the ability of Choice to change EVERYTHING

Ahnmik – Power, Power of Will, eternity, illusion, bondage, peace, strong and emotionless thought

ahoke – remain, to remain, what remains

a’le – a form of informal improvisatory dance, putting a twist on an old form (example: sakkri’a’le , harja’a’le), literally “according to your will”

ale – will, intent, that which is intended to happen

aleya – wish, to desire, to want

Anhamirak – Freedom, Free Will, eternity, illusion, passion, war, strong and thoughtless emotion

aona – heir to empress / emperor, lord / lady, ruler of second highest status, literally “future ruler” or “after the current ruler” (a = from /after, ona = current ruler)

ase – good, well, to be good

ashe – informal generic good-bye or farewell, to say good-bye, a separation

asta – because, caused by ___

awebre – song, to sing, melodic, musical, music

ayan – end, to close, closed, closing

azne – fear, to fear, frightening, afraid

ban – ability, to be able (to), able

banzi – great, greatly, one who is great

battou – enough, to have enough, sufficient

bitte – taste, flavour, to taste

brokan – eternal, timeless, forever, eternally, always

Brysh – Death (both the concept and the entity responsible for it, so always capitalized

btaleh – naïve, naively, one who is naive

carnan – gift, to receive, given

cia’Brysh – end, the end, to end, an ending, ending place, final

ciacin – hello (generic formal)

cin – hello (generic informal), to say hello, a greeting or a meeting

cia’Namid – beginning, to begin, a beginning place

cinca – day, the day, a day, daily

cincanon – night, the night, a night, nightly

cincara – Good morning! , a morning hello, morning, young, new, foolish

cincarre – Good afternoon / evening! , an afternoon or evening hello, afternoon, evening, old, wise

cjarsa – silver (the substance AND the colour)

cocoon – to fade, faded

dasandi - discovery, to find, found, finder

devan – to stand, resolved, adamant

Diente – King or Queen of a diverse group, less powerful but less isolated than Ona and Aona

dinga – to follow, to pursue, follower, pursuer, one who follows, a following, a hunter, one who hunts, hunting

divi – stars, star, starry, like a star

Ecl – Uncreation, Nonexistence, Void, all that does not/cannot exist, illusion, eternity, the future, insanity, delusion, delirium

efelna - green

einir – to change, in the sense of becoming something else, not in the sense of replacing

elar – a dash or hyphen used to separate lines of writing or individual thoughts (-)

elavie – a shapeshifter

enae – death, dead, to die

epule – to rely on, trusted, reliable

fal – hand, reach, reaching, the ability or power to reach, all that is within your scope/power

falianam –bereft, to bereave, to take away, literally “empty handed” or “unable to reach / obtain / have”

falmay – to help, to assist, assistance, literally “to give a hand” or “to lend a hand” or “to give what-is-within-your-power”

falnas – hand, to touch, to reach out for something, literally “reach-feel” or “ability to feel/touch”

fant – anger, to become angry, angry

fente - wing

ferat – skin, to feel (something)

fide – faith, faithful, to have faith (in)

frel – to make, to build, maker, builder

gah – sight, to see, visible, gift

gah’Ahnmik – darkness, dark

gah’Anhamirak – beauty, beautiful, light, bright, glory (as of brightness)

gase – beauty, to be beautiful, beautiful

gen – you (informal), your

geniam – liar, to pretend, false, actor, to act, lying, deceit

girian – gold, golden, gilt

ha – speech, language, to speak, speaker

habre – rose (the flower), rosy

haile – savior, hero, to rescue, saved

halaur – disturbance, to be out of place, interloper

hanlah – easy, effortless, without difficulty, not hard to do

hanlah’melos – the first dance a dancer learns, one dancer with one scarf, literally “easy scarf-dance”

hara – echo, to echo, echoing, literally “speech-child”

harja – attraction, to attract, seduction, to seduce, a form of dance with 6 variations, all using either a drum or no accompaniment at all in the background

hatia – lose, to lose, lost, loser, losing

he – sound, to hear, audible, audibly

heah – thought, to think/know/believe, believed, thoughtful, thinker

heah’ne – crazy, literally “little thought”

he’Anhamirak – noise, noisy

heasha – memory, to remember, remembered

hehj – do, did, does, will, am, are? The Generic Question Word (what? when used in conjunction with another question-word)

hehja / ke – if/then

hehj’ban - can ___? may ___ ? literally “what way” or “what ability”

hehj’heah – how ___? literally “what thought”

hehj’hena – what ___? literally “what is”

hehj’sheni – when ___? literally “what time”

hehj’lo – where ____? literally “what place”

hehj’rsh – who / whom ___? literally “what people”

hemet – to realize, realization

hena – to be, having existence, is, am, are

heur – brilliance, to shine, bright

ihelo – to become, becoming

ikku – belief, to believe, reasonable/plausible/believable

im – creation, to become, new

intre – silence, silent, silently

irmalo – brother, fraternal

itil – dancer, to dance, dancing

jacon – need, to need, necessary

jas - love, understanding, compassion, charity

jaes – jewel, art, magic, that-which-is-valuable-or-useful, skill, talent, purpose, use, value, treasure, that-which-is-precious

jaes’falnas – a dance that uses props, either fire, blades, or crystals (the “jaes” or jewel), literally means “jeweled hand”

jaud – moonlight, to shine, to glow, the colour of moonlight

jeira – blue, royal blue

jkair – flight, to fly, able to fly, ability to fly

jol – war, to war, of war, warlike

ka – no, negative, the opposite of ___

kaen – correction, to fix, incorrect

Kain – Thunder, music, air and water, living in the now

Kain’he – air (thunder-sound, literally)

Kain’he’nese – breath, to breathe (literally “air-life”)

kajaes – without magic, without skill, useless, without a purpose, worthless, having no value

kala – worship, to worship, a worshipper

ka’rre – pain, to harm, painful, torture, to torment, literally “no relief” or “opposite of healing / rest”

Kaya – Lightning, dance, fire and earth, living in the now

Kaya’gah – light, bright, literally “lightning-sight”

Kaya’he – fire, to burn with flame, literally “lightning-sound”

Kaya’he’tasa – heat, to burn with heat, hot, literally “fire’s greed”

ke – yes, affirmative

ke’ke – and, also

keiel – hatred, loathing, to hate

keyi – hope, hopeful, to hope

kin – effect, result, what happens because of a person’s actions

kisu – to kill, killing, killer

kontiel – avalanche, tumbling, to tumble

ksmarjan – fantasy, imagined reality

kyrai – informal ‘she’

kyrait – informal ‘he’

kyrsh – informal they, them, their

la – I, me, mine, my, to be called, named

lakin – fault, responsibility, to be at fault, to be responsible, credit

lalina – humanity, human

lalintoth – friend, friendly

la’pt – us, we, our, ours

lar – to strive, to struggle, the superlative form: ____est

larmaen – center, crucial

las – every, everything, all

le – will, to want, desire or will, chosen, to choose, to make a choice, ability to choose

le’Namid – birth, literally “will of Namid”

Leona – kingdom, literally “will to command”

Leonisa – divine realm, literally “kingdom of gods”

Leon’Namid – beginning realm, before creation or birth

leoser – sleep, to sleep, sleepy, sleeper

live – wake, to wake, wakeful

litae – blaze, large fire, blazing, ardent, zealous

lo – place, location, placement, habitation, state-of-being (both physical and spiritual place); sometimes used as ‘of’, but not in the usual way

locina - yesterday

lockli – forest, to grow, sheltered

mael – elite, the colour silver (but NOT the substance)

maen – within, inside, contained by ___

maenka – beyond, not within, outside

mak – true, correct, accurate, precise, pure, right, real, reality

mana – lord or lady, keeper, person of power, person of responsibility, Master or Mistress

mareksa – foreboding, to forebode

marl - white

may – to give, to lend, loan, aide, gift-of-the-temporary-sort, gift-of-the-moment, an act of kindness or charity

Mehay – Creation, Existence, all that exists, all that is created, soul, past, the universe, illusion, Reality, eternity

mehn – creation, to create

melos – scarf or sash, a form of dance involving the use of scarves, having 13 variations, including hanlah’melos, pan’melos, and melos’girian

melos’efelna – a dance involving two dancers (lovers, in this case) with three scarves, literally “green scarf-dance”

melos’girian – a dance that serves as wedding vows for the dancers involved, literally “golden scarves”

mijrasi – edge, outside, external

mir - maybe

mirshna – to sense (non-tactile), intuition

nanon – to avoid, unpleasant

naral – blade, sharp, to cut

nas – touch, to touch, to feel, tactile, gift

nasa - command, order, imperative verb tense

nelar – breath, to breathe, literally “to strive for life”

nepon – flower, to blossom

nese – life, alive, to live

Nesera – dance, dancer, to dance as a religion, literally “life-child” or “little dream”

nesma – distress, upset, to upset

nie – an apostrophe used to separate concepts and phrases in writing (‘)

nikir – pair, to wed, twinned

nira – loneliness, single, one, alone

noreil – secret, a secret

norvio - black

o – to, unto, for

o’hena – you’re welcome, of course, literally “because it is (so)”

ona – empress / emperor, lord / lady, ruler of highest status, Current Ruler

ontiel – to radiate outward

o’saerre – a hawk shapeshifter, literally “unto the serpent(s)”

oun – balance, balanced, balancing, to balance

pala – earth, dirt, soil, to plant, to bury pan’melos – the most complex of the 13 melos forms of dance, a single dancer working with 10 scarves, but never touching more than one at a time

pata – change, to change, changing, as to trade something for another thing or replace it, not as to become

pallion – to deepen, deep, true

peraine – older (thing, person), to age, old

plena – dumb, stupid, idiot, ignorant, fool, foolish

ptenal – surround, enclose

quean – fire, to burn, hot, to die in a fire

quemak – mongrel, impure, false, half-breed, mixed-blood, untrue

ra – child, offspring, creation or idea

rael – rage, to anger, enraged

rahvis – (no known definition yet)

rai – formal ‘she’

rait – formal ‘he’

rakuvra - cobra

rashtanis

ravi – to give or to make something, or to make something happen

raviban – permission, literally “give/make (a) way”

raviheah – teacher, to teach, literally “give/make knowledge/thought”

regre – to show, reveal, visible, displayed

rrasatoth – beloved, lover, to love romantically

rre – rest, relief, healing, restoring, to rest or be healed or sleep, restful, relieving, a healer

rrobhi – to bathe, clean, pure, purified, cleansed

rsh – formal they, them, their, one (hypothetical person, not number), one’s, people, a person, a person’s

rspar – ash, to crumble, crumbling, ashen, like unto ash

saerre – a serpent shapeshifter

sakkri – spirit, essence, spirits-as-in-ghosts-or-faeries-or-angels, a form of dance unaccompanied by music and which uses no props (scarves, knives, fire, etc.)

san’Anhamirak – pliancy, to bend, pliant, freedom, abandon, literally “essence of Freedom”

san’asi – a sakkri involving 3 dancers, literally “raising the gods” or “invoking the essence(s) of ___”

sanice – consent, blessing, to bless, to give consent

savirnak – sacrifice, to sacrifice, to give up for another

seatratil – year, yearly, this year

sendra – wet, water, fluid

ser- to approach or come, to linger, to stay; to observe, to watch for the purpose of knowing something; to be like a shadow, shadow, shadowing

sera – dream, literally “future-shadow” or “future-watching”

serdinga – lurker, to lurk, spy, to spy, literally “shadow-following” or “watch-following”

sheeva – cold, to shiver, to be cold

she – now, this moment

she’da – story-dances, the only form of dances accompanied by vocalization, and it is spoken instead of sung

Sheni – time, timely, a time or era, Time (as an entity)

Shre – choice, to choose, chosen, Choice (as an entity)

sine – to leave, gone, to be dismissed

sneska – to shed, to discard, discarded

solilei – fall, to fall, fallen

sotre – to flap (wings)

stankhu – reason, to have a reason

suni – malevolence, evil

tacarre – evening, night, good-night, a night-time Good-bye

tara – heat, hot, to be hot

tasa – greed, too much

tasashe – always, formal generic Good-bye, in a ‘see you later’, non-permanent sense, literally “too much time (until we meet again)”

teska – thanks, to ask/request, please, thank-you

thayd – caution, to be cautious

thu’queh – to question, to ask questioningly

ti – to move, mobile

tih – stop, to stop

tipa – to shift, to move

tirna – butterfly, like a butterfly

tisa – too little, not enough, deprivation

toth – love, lovely, loving, loved, beloved

tshin – piece, to shatter, broken

tu - two

tuon – together, to move toward ___

valnis – mountain, high place

varl – to give, gift

varl’Nesera – blessing, literally “give dance”

vehl – teardrop, sad, to cry

vehlar – heart, living, alive

vem – blood, to bleed, alive

vem’Ahnleh – a very nasty curse, literally “bleeding Fate”

vemka – bloodless, cowardly, coward, ignoble (not of noble blood), mongrel, half-breed, polluted, impure, weak, weakling

veritas – eye, seeing, to view

vesake – sorry, apology, to apologize, to be sorry, to be or feel guilty

vesara – presence, to have presence, to be present

vino – ocean, sea

vis – taste, possessing flavour, tasty, to taste

warum – part, piece, individual, drop, unit

wihfar – birth, to be born

wim – ownership, to own, owner, to control

wimashe – to exist, to go about one’s life, generic formal PERMANENT good-bye, literally “may the future be yours”

wimvi – food, to eat, literally “to own the taste”

yao – lucidity, clarity, clear, to be clear

yarroh – spark, to spark

yelok – to reduce, to lessen

yenna – tower, towers, high place(s), perch, mews (a place where you keep trained falcons for falconry), nest, aerie / eyrie (the nest of a wild bird-of-prey), a noble’s home, fortress, guarded place

zil – fear, to flee, one who flees

zinan – destruction, to destroy

GRAMMAR

There are four standard sentence forms. Remember these abbreviations, okey?

P – prepositional phrase

I – inflective phrase

S – subject phrase

V – verb phrase

O – object phrase

a- plural (“pt”) if necessary [you won’t always be USING a plural, after all]

A – adjective or adverb

N – noun in the prepositional phrase

“nasa” – imperative

Q – question, interrogative

v – truth value (ke, ka, or mir = yes, no, or maybe)

T – tense of the whole sentence

Got all that? Here we go.

P-I-S-V-O Example:

a’S’A-V’A-A’O

Example: pt’heah’heah-heah’heah-heah’heah

“Thoughtful thoughts think thoughtfully thoughtful thoughts.”

P’N’A-a’S’A-V’A-a’A’O Example:

I = nasa’v OR I = T’Q’v Example:

PHRASES

Hehj’hena? - What happened?

She’hehj-la-ha? - Am I speaking?

She’hehj’ban-la-ha? – Can I speak?

She’hehj’heah-la-ha? – How do I speak?

She’hehj’hena-la-ha? - What do I say?

She’hehj’lo-la-ha? – Where do I speak?

She’hehj’rsh-la-ha? – Who is speaking?

She’hehj’mak-la-ha? – Why do I speak?

Shen’hehj-a’la-gen-ha? – Are you speaking to me?

She’hehj’ban-maen’teska-gen-ha’intre? – Could you speak quietly, please?

She’hihj’heah-gen-heah-la’ha? – How do you know I’m speaking?

A’she’hehj’sheni-gen’heah-rai’ha? – When do you think she will speak?

O’she’hehj’lo-gen’he-la’ha? - Where did you hear me speak?

A’rai-a’she-hehj’rsh-ha? – Who will speak to her?

A’rsh’pt-she’hehj’mak-la-le’ha? – Why do I want to speak to these people?

WRITING SYSTEM

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the-marvel-imagines-blog · 5 years ago

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Madness | Chpt. 23

Chapter Title: “Keep Me In Your Heart”

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character (Eva)

Word Count: 9,588

Warnings: Sorry, nope.

Name Pronunciations: Hjalmar: “He-all-mar” | Aaldir: “All-deer” | Ephinea: “Eh-fin-ee-uh”

Summary: Tony learns the true meaning of desperation.

A/N: This chapter has quite a bit going on, and I didn’t want to force too much Iron Man 3 scenes into this fic, so they have been cut. It felt like too much filler, so I hope no one is too upset with me. Once again, thank you all so, so, so much for reading <3

Tagged: @teddyboobear @alledeglyfunny @xletmetaste-yoursmilex @itsknife2meetu @mynameisyara @j-j-ehlby-writes @jillilama-blog (anyone who wants to be tagged can message me and ask. It’s not a problem at all)

The clouds that hid the sun were darker than I’d ever seen them. The thunder boomed around me as I made my way out of the compound to catch the remaining pieces of my suit. Escaping wasn’t easy, and I wasn’t sure if the new tech I’d installed would work or not. It was my last hope for escaping and rescuing the woman who always did the rescuing. Knowing that I couldn’t fight Killian without the entire suit, I was forced to waste precious time taking out his stereotypical villain henchmen. It felt like a movie, like at any minute the director would call “cut” and I’d be able to play the part of just Tony, a man who wanted to plant himself on a beach and just relax for a few hours. The final piece of my suit-the mask-came hurtling toward me at a horrifying speed, much faster than I originally intended.

I flinched, reaching my hand out and catching it in a surprising turn of events. I felt like a child who just choked on the baseball field, but he unknowingly caught the ball. I let out a sigh of relief, thankful for the speed that time around. I needed to find Eva as soon as possible, but I had to make a mental note to slow the pieces down for future use, or I’d be killed just getting into the suit. Right as I latched the mask into its proper spot, I grinned to myself, far more at home in the suit than just walking around, completely vulnerable. The moment the mask attached to the rest of the suit, Thor made his grand entrance along with an unfamiliar face beside him, “it’s nice of you to finally show up. What took you so long? Hair appointment?” I asked, noticing how much his hair had grown since the last time we’d seen each other. It had been some time since New York, but it definitely changed him.

Before Thor could speak, the stranger interjected, “you must be Anthony,” he said, clearly having heard something about me. There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that he was Asgardian. He looked to be older than Thor and stood taller than the God of Thunder. I didn’t think Asgardians could possibly get bigger than Thor, but when I saw this new guy, it was clear that I had a lot to learn. The strangers eyes were filled with the same concern and fear as Thor’s, but he still looked to be calm and collected. I got the feeling that if he didn’t force himself to put off that facade, he’d fall apart, much like how I was coping with Eva’s current situation. If I didn’t have a moment of peaceful banter with someone, I was going to lose my mind. When I nodded my head, eyes wide in shock that he would know who I was, the stranger continued, looking embarrassed, “oh, forgive me. Eva says you prefer to be referred to as Tony. I’m Aaldir, Eva’s father...for all intents and purposes,” he introduced himself, clearly not wanting to waste precious time by explaining the little intricacies of their relationship.

Knowing that he was her father was more than enough for me to realize that this was serious for him. He wouldn’t have come in any other circumstance, and while it was hard to face him with the knowledge that I caused this, I knew that voicing my guilt would only be wasting time that wasn’t supposed to be wasted, especially when her life was on the line. I flipped up the mask of my suit, wanting to be as polite as possible. It was the least I could do in that moment, “while I wish we had more time to talk, more time for me to tell you all the things I find fascinating and magical about your daughter and more time to figure out what she’s told you about me, she’s in trouble, and I’m guessing that’s why you’re here,” I noted, taking in the fear-filled expression on Thor’s face. I could tell that the fear ran deeper than the uncertainty surrounding Eva’s fate, but it wasn’t the best time to discuss what that was.

With a nod of approval from Aaldir, I closed the headpiece up once more, and Jarvis’ voice sounded throughout the suit, “I ran a thorough check on the compound, but I’ve found no traces of Killian or Eva. It appears he left with her,” he informed me, his proper, emotionless voice somehow managing to convey some amount of fear. Eva and Jarvis managed to have a healthy banter whenever she was around. She treated him as if he was just as human as the rest of us, and his disembodied voice was far more chipper when she was around. It was my first real hint that Jarvis was more than what I created him to be.

I nodded my head, “thanks for checking that, Jarvis. Do we know where they’re going?” I asked

He was silent for a moment as Thor and Aaldir looked between each other. After working the magic he was known for, Jarvis piped back up, “I have the location marked for you and have figured the fastest possible route.”

I glanced between the two Gods, “it’s time to go save a princess.”

*Eva’s POV*

It was time. It was finally time to give in. The pain was unbearable. Even though the serum was healing the wounds Killian inflicted, I still felt the pain, and the fire burning beneath my skin only felt like it was accelerating the rate at which the wound on my abdomen was killing me. Perhaps it was the end. I wondered what it would be like before it happened. I’d had brushes with death, but this felt like it was the last brush. This felt like I was finally going to meet the woman I’d dreamed of for so long. Maybe I’d finally get my answers. Maybe I’d finally know for sure if the visions were true, if she was where I belonged, if she was who I belonged to. So many pieces of me tried to hold on, tried to fight the way the darkness pulled me in. I tried to remember those beautiful moments. Perhaps if I held on as tightly as I could, they would keep me afloat in the storm, but the life felt like it was being sucked out of me. I was going to drown. No matter how many memories I grasped onto, I would sink.

As my eyes fluttered closed, the darkness swallowed me, cooling my fiery hot skin. Letting go was the peaceful part, but mourning what could have been would prove to be the difficult part. For the time being, I could just exist in the void, finding peace for as long as I possibly could. I was, for a moment, nothing. I was neither dead nor alive. I was neither happy nor sad. I was just nothing, and that was where I found tranquility. For the first time in such a long time, there was no responsibility, no fear, no sense of duty, no sorrow. I was free. It was as if every worldly weight had been removed from my shoulders, and I was left like a weightless cloud just floating in the atmosphere. It was the first time I truly let go. I fought it until I couldn’t fight it anymore, until it felt like this was what was meant to be. Perhaps my death on Midgard was inevitable, but I never imagined I’d die alone. I wasn’t alone, though. I had the essence of life lingering within me, and I’d have to mourn that loss as well.

When I opened my eyes, I was laying in the grass. The gentle breeze carried the sweet smell of the leaves and trees through the forest. The green surrounding me was far more pure than I’d ever witnessed in my life, almost as if my vision of Asgard had finally come to life in my death. The grass beneath me felt so real, like I was home once more. Light laughter-small laugher-echoed from beyond the tree line that separated the meadow I was in from the rest of the forest. The tree of life and death sat in the center of the meadow, and I listened to those beautiful giggles growing closer and closer, small voices accompanying them. Then, I heard him. Loki. I sat up and watched as the colors grew even more vibrant with the sound of his heartwarming laughter. There was a golden glow to everything around me, including the tree. As I gazed up at the red and white petals, I remembered the words Thor had told me about them.

Death itself planted this tree beneath the biggest star in the night sky, and her tears watered the sapling. No one touched the sapling from that moment on, but it still grew and brought up the most beautiful forest in the Nine Realms with it. The red flowers symbolized the violence and bloodshed of death, and the white represented the purity and innocence of all life at the beginning. The reason why it never withers is because these two forces have danced together since the beginning of the universe, and it will continue long after you and I cease to exist.

Just as his words were refreshed in my memory, a small white flower from the tree landed on my lap. It was impossible. Ever since I can remember, none of the flowers had fallen from the tree. Loki and I checked every single day to find that none of them had wilted and fallen in the night. The tree never parted with the beautiful flowers in all my life, but now...of all times, it began to die. I stared up to see that white flowers began wilting and falling from the tree, landing in the grass beneath me. Still, I couldn’t help but feel calm. The laughter in the forest grew even closer, giggles filling my heart with joy and a sense of bittersweetness. This wasn’t real. This was my life’s way of letting go of all that could have been. It was time for me to mourn the person I could’ve become, the future I wouldn’t have.

Loki finally appeared from the tree line, and the sight took my breath away. In his arms, he held a child, a boy with my hair and his eyes. It was the opposite of what we always spoke of, of what we anticipated, but following him were the children we spoke of. Some of them had his hair and my eyes, some had my hair and his eyes. Beautiful girls and boys who laughed and radiated the essence of life I felt every time I connected with the natural world. One of the girls had his thin lips, another had my freckles, one of the boys had his wild black hair, one of the girls had wild red hair, like the essence of fire was born within her very soul. They were...perfect. They were beautiful. They were the embodiment of every ounce of happiness I’d ever felt in my life. When my eyes caught one set of vibrant green ones, my heart stopped beating. Her hair was the darkest black I’d ever seen in all my life, far darker than Loki’s. It was like the midnight sky if the stars and the moon refused to shine, but I could find the galaxy in her eyes. My breath caught in my throat as her every movement came to a complete standstill. She was no longer playing with the others. Instead, our eyes remained locked on one another until the most serene, bittersweet smile spread across her face, almost as if she knew-as I did-what this was. It was almost as if she was completely aware that I was dying, that I wouldn’t know this future.

“Amara!” Loki called out, gazing into the woods until another girl, who looked to be slightly younger than some but older than others, pranced out of the woods. A crown of twigs and flowers rested delicately atop her head, and she looked like me. She had my hair, my eyes, the light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. The moment I saw her, my breath was taken away. Following her was Harley and Kaia, looking not a day older, “you’re just like your mother!” Loki laughed as our other children continued to play. There were...many of them, many more than I anticipated, but Loki and I always spoke of potentially having a large family. It would create a strong lineage, and we had more than enough love to spread.

Loki’s eyes caught mine in the midst of them playing, and I felt my heart burst with joy as I saw just how happy he was. This would never become our reality. I’d never be able to give Loki this joy. Maybe he’d move on and find someone else, but I knew better than that. He’d be close behind me, just as I would’ve been close behind him. This scene-this hauntingly beautiful dream-would never belong to us. He ran over to me, his body moving with just as much grace as I remembered. Falling into the grass beside me, he spoke no words before leaning in to press his lips to mine, our kiss filled with that same tender love that had always been there. Passion bled into each of us, and it all felt so real. When he pulled away from the kiss, he lingered, his forehead pressed against my own and our noses brushing against each others. He smiled, his lips brushing against my own, a feeling I’d never be able to shake even in death. He craned his neck, turning his crystal blue eyes over to them, “whenever I look at them, I think about how wonderful it is that we managed that, that we created this,” he murmured, his voice soft enough so that his words would remain between the two of us.

I gazed at them, the most frighteningly divine beauty that made it impossible to look away. Every ounce of them was every ounce of me. The love I felt for them was overpowering. I knew not the names of each of the incredible works of art before me, but I knew them. I knew their souls. The stardust coursed through their veins as it had Loki and I. We were joined together. The mere thought of them brought tears to my eyes, and I nodded, “they’re beautiful,” I noted, my bottom lip quivering as the sense of loss began to set in. It was a slow burn, but it was a burn nonetheless. I was hoping the process of mourning them would be quick and painless, just like death was. The moments preceding my death, my gentle fade out of existence, were filled with tears and pain, but the dying part...that was calming. Once the initial panic wore off, I was swallowed into the void, and it was over. The pain ended, and death claimed me. I hoped that the grief I would feel for a life lost would go by just as quickly.

Loki’s smile helped prolong my freedom from the grief for a bit longer, “they get that from you,” he fawned over me. His words made me snort and reach out to hit his arm playfully.

“Eva,” that all-too-familiar voice rang out from behind me. It was the one I’d only heard in my visions, the disembodied one I heard in the forest the night I found Aria. It was the one my heart knew even when my mind didn’t. I craned my neck around to see her standing behind me, at the edge of the forest where the meadow ended. Behind her, where the forest had merely been a dense area of woods, it was black. I couldn’t see the first line of trees. It was as black as her eyes, as dark as the hair that cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders. Two of the girls had that hair, and while one of them had my eyes, the other looked like the woman standing before me.

Death.

*Loki’s POV*

The space in my heart that she had once taken up was completely empty, and all the pain died away in an instant. There was an emptiness that had never been there in all my years. Even when I had fallen from the Bifrost, even when Thanos tried to pull her memory from me, there was always just a pain in the place I had once held her. This was different. This was nothingness. It was as if the thread that bound us together had been broken, the thread made of stardust that she spoke of. It was like losing a piece of myself. It felt as if someone had taken the very heart from my chest, and all that was left was vacant space. Part of me knew what happened, but the other part of me couldn’t even think the words. It was typical, though. This was what happened each time I found an ounce of happiness: it was torn from my arms. This was my punishment. This was how I would be forced to atone for my past mistakes. For all the lives I took, for all the hatred and destruction that I left in my wake, for all the rage that consumed me, this was what was taken from me: everything.

Eva, my light, my love, my life, my princess, my world...she was...gone.

The thought alone made it feel like my chest was collapsing, like my body would crumble until there was nothing left but ashes and dust. I didn’t want her to leave Asgard the previous night. I didn’t want her to go back to Midgard. Something within me wanted to beg her to stay, to forget about her responsibilities on Earth, but another part of me knew that when Eva had her mind set on something, she didn’t give up. The humans were precious to both of us at one point, and Eva’s love was never lacking when it came to them. She loved them all-every single human-with the same intensity as she loved her family and believed that with enough guidance, they could change. There were some throughout the years who disappointed her, who broke her heart, people who spread hatred and misery, death and destruction. Still, she saw all the goodness in humanity, and that goodness was embodied in the people she fought beside when I descended upon New York with an army.

Asking her to turn her back on Tony, a man we both loved since before he was even born, would be like asking her to plunge a knife through my heart. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bring herself to abandon him. If we had it our way, we would’ve brought Tony back to Asgard as a boy and raised him as our own. He was one of the people at the center of her universe, so when he was in need, she was there. Still, if I tried to fight her, maybe I could’ve won. A serenity fell over me in my moment of grief, and I knew it was the calm before the storm, the love before the madness consumed me like it had once. My eyes fluttered closed, and I saw her one last time, a smile on those full, delicate lips, a sparkle in those emerald green eyes, starlight clinging to her sun-kissed skin, a crown of flowers in her hair. If I had known our last time together was our last time, I would’ve kissed her an extra time, embraced her for a moment longer, listened to one more heartbeat. I would’ve done one more of everything, even though it would’ve never been enough.

I love you more.

*Tony’s POV*

When I entered the tower, I was prepared for a showdown with Loki if Eva hadn’t already taken him down. She had shown herself to be far more powerful than any of us could’ve imagined. She was a force to be reckoned with, and if Loki knew what was good for him, he would’ve backed down. Eva and I had connected as soon as I met her, almost as if I’d known her all my life. Within mere moments, she felt like family, and within days, she became my favorite person. She was passionate, loving, and kind. She gave each of us the benefit of the doubt, and all I could hope for was that she wasn’t naive enough to give Loki that same courtesy. Once we found out that Tony had taken to the tower, Eva was the first to leave. Thor had been adamant that this was personal to Eva, and though I didn’t fully understand it, I didn’t want to be the one to stand in her way.

The scene I found upon entering the tower I’d begun to view as my home was horrific. It was like a scene from my worst nightmare. Eva’s body lay limp against the wall, and there was barely any life left in her. Her skin was pale, and she sat in a pool of her own blood, weakly clutching onto a wound on her side. Seeing her like that made my ears ring, made the world come crashing down around me. Memories that seemed like dreams came flooding back to me. I was sure it was only my mind's way of compensating for how deeply I felt for her. It was impossible for me to feel so much love for someone I had only known for days. It was impossible for me to love her more than I loved two of the most pivotal people in my life: my parents. I loved her like a child would love their mother, but there was no reasoning behind it. I didn’t know her. I knew how she made me feel, though. I knew how complete I was when I was in her presence, how her mere gaze made me want to be a better man, how her touch comforted me to a point where I could open up about every insecurity, every fear, every moment. She was my person, the one everyone needed, and there she was, lying on the floor, moments away from lifelessness.

My breath caught in my throat, and the world stopped turning for a moment. I couldn’t breathe, think, or even hear my own heartbeat. I could do nothing but stand and stare at the sight in front of me. It was as if my body was trying to process the pain so that it could distribute it evenly when the time came. The realization hit me like a train. This was my fault. If I had gone with her, if I’d stopped her from leaving before I was ready to accompany her, we could’ve faced Loki together. When my body allowed me to move, I scrambled over to her, falling into the puddle of blood without a single care. My hands shook violently as I frantically tried to search her body to find where the blood was coming from. She tried to speak, but her voice was weak, and the ringing in my ears hadn’t died away enough to hear that angelic voice. Pushing her hand away from the wound on her side, the blood she had been holding in seeped out and added to the puddle on the floor.

“No, no, no,” I panicked, trying to think of any way to fix this. This was what I did. I fixed things. Pulling myself together, my eyes caught a dish towel that would work better than my shirt when it came to soaking up the blood. As I tried to stand, I slipped in the blood and fell back to the floor, successfully catching myself on my hands and knees. Once I managed to scramble up onto my feet, I grabbed the towel and turned to see that she was slowly fading out of consciousness. If she fell asleep, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to wake her back up, “Eva, no! Open your eyes!” I insisted, falling back down onto the floor with her. I grimaced as I pressed the towel to her wound, knowing how much it would hurt her. She winced, but I half expected something more. I expected a cry of pain, a grunt, anything, but she buried her pain for me. I knew the moment our eyes met that she swallowed back her cries for me. She didn’t want that to be a memory I had of her. Her breathing continued to slow, and I panicked even more. There was nothing I could do, but I tried to convince myself otherwise. Part of me wanted to accept that this was inevitable, but the other part of me couldn’t let her go. This couldn’t be it. This couldn’t be over for her, not when I finally had happiness staring right at me. I shook my head, “I shouldn’t have left you. I shouldn’t have let you go alone!” I continued to panic, knowing that her death-should I not be able to save her-would be on me. How could I live with myself? How could I go on knowing what happiness felt like? How could I live without the light?

“It’s not your fault. This isn’t your fault,” she repeated the words, trying to drive them into my mind. She knew. She knew the man I was, and she knew this would be on my conscience if I wasn’t able to pull her back. I brushed the words off, not wanting to be distracted from the pressure I put onto her wound. She reached for my hand and pushed it away, bringing with it the towel that was slowly soaking itself in her vibrant red blood-the color of a bleeding rose, “Tony,” she whispered, trying to get my attention, trying to get me to stop my desperate attempts to save her. She didn’t understand what I’d be losing if I lost her, but I did. When I pushed past her hand and reapplied the pressure to her wound, she fought against me again.

“Stop! I’m trying to save your life!” I snapped, glaring up at her, anger filling me. She didn’t deserve my frustration, my shortness. She didn’t deserve the harshness in my voice, but her insistence that I stop trying to save her was...mind-boggling. It was as if she was accepting it, but I needed her to fight. I needed her to deny death for as long as possible. I needed her to be alright. I needed her. I was drowning all my life, and she was my breath of fresh air. How, then, was I supposed to hold my head under the water again? How was I supposed to go back to the life I once knew? As the tears filled my eyes, she gazed up at me, sorrow and grief clear in hers. It wasn’t for herself, though. The grief she felt was for me, almost as if she was finally understanding what it would do to me to lose her.

A light smile-one with a beauty that would put the Aurora Borealis to shame-spread across her full lips, “there’s nothing to save. This is it,” she murmured, her voice soft as if it would ease the harsh nature of her words.

“Don’t say that! Let me do this!” I yelled, angry that she would willingly let go of her grip on life. My eyes scanned the room, and I looked for anything, any bandages or gauze, anything that would save her. She couldn’t leave me! I wouldn’t let her die! She meant too much to me at that point. The moment our eyes met in Germany when she stood beside Steve, she became the answer to every unasked question, the light in the darkness, the dream in the nightmare, the joy in the misery, the comfort in the pain, the harmony in the dissonance, the beauty in the grotesque, the love in the hatred. She was the everything in the nothing. How could I lose her?

“Anthony,” she whispered, her voice even weaker than the last time. No one called me Anthony. The only memories I had were from when I was a boy, and those memories were faded. I didn’t even know who called me by that name, but her voice matched the memories so perfectly. I froze. One of her hands found mine, and she lowered it from the wound as her other hand trailed up to cup my cheek. I leaned into her touch that was still so warm even as her hands turned cold. The tears that I had been desperately trying to fight back finally fell, “every beginning has an end...this is mine. I’m not afraid. I know what waits for me on the other side of this,” she mused as her eyes glazed over with memories I knew nothing of. She looked almost...happy? It was as if she was merely taking a trip back home.

“But what about me?” I choked out through the lump in my throat. Her green eyes filled with a bittersweet sadness that was familiar to me. Like the sound of her voice, this was another part of her that felt like a distant, vague memory. I grasped the hand that held mine away from her, dropping the towel down into the blood beneath us, “our beginning was only a few days ago! What about the middle? We didn’t have a long enough middle!” I cried, the tears falling at an alarming rate. Still, she kept up, wiping them away before they could fall too far.

She gripped my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “whenever you feel lonely...if you look up at the night sky, you’ll find me there amongst the stars,” she breathed out, her chest rising and falling at a slower pace. Her breaths were becoming more and more labored, and each one she pulled in, I was afraid it would be her last. Even if it was, it would kill me inside to watch her die, but at least she wouldn’t go alone, I’d be by her side, holding her hand the whole way. Even after she took her final breath, I would have to be forcefully pulled from her body. I wouldn’t leave her, “you may not always see me, but I’m always there. As long as you keep me in your heart...I’m never far away,” she finished her speech, causing a flood of memories to wash over me. I knew her. I knew her voice, those words, that smile, those eyes. I knew her from what felt like another lifetime. I could see her sitting on the porch with me and dancing with my father in our living room to that old record. I could hear the static of the record when it ran out of music, but they continued to sway back and forth with each other. I could hear her singing me to sleep at night. I could remember fighting my sleep because she refused to leave until I was asleep, so if I didn’t fall asleep, she would stay longer. Her voice sounded once more as she pulled in another shaky breath, tearing my focus from the memories that left me confused and shaken, “shadows are falling, and I’m running out of breath. Keep me in your heart for a while. If I leave you, it doesn’t mean I love you any less. Keep me in your heart for a while,” she sang that song, cementing her in my memory. I didn’t know if it was just a trick that my mind was playing on me, but...I knew who she was. Whatever life essence she spoke of, ours were connected, and they had been since the very beginning.

“I can’t do this without you,” I cried, leaning into her touch, wishing and praying to every being I didn’t believe in that she would pull through, that I could have more time, “please don’t leave me,” I begged her, hoping that she could perform one last miracle and pull through.

She smiled, “nothing-not even death-could part me from you.”

It was my fault.

This was my fault.

I had been stopped dead in my tracks when we finally found her. Killian had been taken care of, but he refused to give us Eva’s whereabouts. I had been hoping for a more fitting, painful end for him, but Thor, like Eva, didn’t believe in making things suffer. I did. Thor didn’t hear the way she screamed, didn’t see her fresh blood on Killian’s hands, didn’t hear the sick and twisted things he had planned for her. I wanted him to suffer before he died, but when we finally found Eva, it was clear that if Thor had known what had happened to her, he would’ve hurt Killian in ways that no one had been hurt before. I couldn’t move a single muscle once we came upon the lifeless, pale body of the woman we all loved. Aaldir sucked in a staggered breath and fell to his knees, his eyes never once leaving the body of his daughter, but Thor had rushed over to her, tearing off the clasps that held her in place and lowering her body down onto the ground gingerly. He was far more gentle than I ever knew him to be, but I knew why.

I saw her. One Mississippi. Blood covered her-now porcelain-skin, the bleeding rose tainting the body of the woman I loved so deeply. Two Mississippi. My ears began ringing the moment Thor let out a powerful yell. Three Mississippi. His blue eyes that glowed with the lightning in his veins turned up to the sky as tears streamed down his cheeks and caught themselves in his well-kept beard. Four Mississippi. Had Eva not been...she would’ve wiped them away. Five Mississippi. He fell to his knees at her side, pulling her limp, fragile body into his massive arms. Six Mississippi. She looked like a princess, like sleeping beauty. Seven Mississippi. Thor cradled her head against his chest, weeping over her as if that would be enough to bring her back. Eight Mississippi. My eyes found Aaldir. Nine Mississippi. His eyes never left his daughters face. Ten Mississippi. No tears had been shed, but his body hadn’t moved either. Eleven Mississippi. He was more still than the marble statues men made throughout history. Twelve Mississippi. What if I didn’t look back at her? Thirteen Mississippi. Would it be real if I closed my eyes and refused to look? Fourteen Mississippi.

My eyes found her face one last time, and everything faded back to me, but it was louder than before. Thor’s desperate pleas for her to open her eyes were loud enough to burst my eardrums. Everything seemed to be too loud, too fast, too everything. There was nothing but questions, darkness, misery, pain. As the sounds bled back in, that was when the weight of the situation finally sunk in, and I wondered if it was too late to trade my life for hers. I scrambled over to her body, and Thor, sensing how great this loss was for me, allowed me to hold her in my arms. I wrapped her in my embrace, but I knew that no matter how tightly I held her, it wouldn’t be enough to make her stay. This time, she would leave, but she wouldn’t come back. She died...alone.

As the grief tore through me, I rocked back and forth with her lifeless, cold body in my arms, “Eva!” I shouted, tears blurring my vision of her beautiful, peaceful face. She looked like a porcelain doll, “Eva, please don’t leave me. Don’t leave me!” I cried, brushing her dark brown hair back, tucking it behind her ear as I always had. I shook my head, “don’t go! Wake up! Please just wake up!” I sobbed, burying my face into her hair. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of the warm summer breeze that maneuvered the trees of the forest, carrying the smell of life upon it. She always smelled fresh, clean, untainted. I tried to commit it to memory one last time, “I’m sorry, Eva. I’m so sorry.”

A firm hand on my shoulder comforted me in a way only Eva’s had, and when I realized it was Aaldir’s, I knew where she got it from. His grasp was firm but gentle, and when our eyes met, I saw how willing he was to comfort me even in his despair. His face was wet with tears as he stared down at her, and even though I couldn’t fathom a pain worse than my own, I knew that he was one of the few people who felt this loss deeper than I ever could, “she’s all I have,” I wept, my eyes flickering over to Thor, hoping that there was something he’d be able to do, hoping that there was some strange Asgardian “magic” that I couldn’t channel the way he could. He clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes still not leaving the angelic face of the woman in my arms, “there has to be something. I can’t...she can’t be dead! It was supposed to be me! It should’ve been me!”

When those blue eyes finally met mine, Thor saw my desperation. As the memories of her danced across his eyes, I watched as his grief manifested itself into anger, and he let out a feral yell. He looked up to the sky, raising Mjolnir toward the dark clouds that were merging together, and in his glowing blue eyes, I could see that he was hoping for one last miracle.

*Eva’s POV*

Loki’s presence beside me couldn’t be felt anymore, and the laughter died instantaneously. As soon as my eyes met Death’s, the joy and light was ripped from me. I scrambled up onto my feet, feeling weak in her presence. This was the woman I’d only ever seen in visions, and now, she stood before me-the essence of everything I fought against in my life, but I still couldn’t help the unsung urge to run to her. When I looked back to find my family, I saw that they had been swallowed up by another darkness. Loki and the children had all disappeared, and it felt like what life had done to me time and time again. It gave and the moment I looked away, the dream stopped, and I woke up to nothing. There was never enough time. My gaze fell back on her again, “where are they?” I asked, my voice trembling as the white flowers continued to fall.

Death’s eyes found the clear sky, almost as if she were searching for the gentlest words to convey the harsh reality, “they became what they once were-a future you won’t get to see if you come with me,” she explained, her voice like a hauntingly beautiful song. It was delicate, but it was followed by a darkness, “you are being given the chance to see what you could have if you fight...if you live. The time has not come for you, my sweet. It never will if you fight hard enough.”

I shook my head, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion, as she closed the space between us, bringing the darkness with her. It surrounded her like a mist, crawling right behind her to consume everything. Her skin was fair, a stark contrast to her raven eyes and hair. The closer she got to me, though, the more beautiful she appeared, “I don’t know what you mean, and I don’t know who you are,” I lied. While I wanted to believe differently, the visions I had were more than realistic. I knew exactly who she was and what she was to me, but I refused to believe it until I knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that she was where my life began.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you do not already know,” she instructed me, her body right in front of me. Not a single imperfection was upon her skin, and I was enthralled by her for a moment. This felt like the place I belonged. I knew, in that moment, without the shadow of a doubt, that she was my beginning, and she would also be my end. While I didn’t want to believe it, while I wanted to deny it, cry and scream for it to be different, a part of me had always known. She had been an unchanging melody in the background of my life since the start, and even though I wanted to hate her for all she represented-all she took from me-I could do nothing but gaze upon her beauty.

“Mother,” I murmured, my voice trembling like a leaf in the warm summer breeze.

The question I’d been asking my entire life had been answered. Seeing the tears brimming my eyes, she gave a simple, regal nod, not wanting to scare me, “and you were my greatest joy, my greatest accomplishment, the only beautiful thing I ever gave to the world, my daughter, my everything. I was blessed with two little souls-so delicate, so ethereal. Twin stars that I thought were destined to be mine. I believed that you and Ezra were to be my redemption, but fate forced my hand,” she explained, confirming my worst fear: Ezra wasn’t lying. That meant...more than what I was prepared for. My father. No. She saw the fear in my eyes and moved closer to me, reaching out and resting the palm of her cold hand against my cheek. Instinctively, I leaned into her touch, and it felt...right.

“Like me, he is a vile, resentful creature with a heart so black it could make the night look like the dawn. He has fulfilled his purpose, though. His destiny was to bring about our two children, and your destiny is still yet to be decided. Your destiny is not found in us, your destiny is found within you. That’s what you’ve been missing all your life, little one,” she said, almost as if she could see right through me. It was like she could see every fear, every insecurity I had, and she was putting it to sleep. I had searched for more than a thousand years to find her because I thought she could give me the meaning of my life. I thought she’d be able to answer every question I ever had. She was, after all, where I was meant to be. However, when I found out that the woman who gave me life was the embodiment of all I had fought against, all I had feared and loathed, I feared that I was destined to become like her. I feared that my destiny was to spread death and destruction. I feared that I’d become a person my past self wouldn’t be able to recognize.

Her eyes became impossibly darker, but I found even more comfort in them. My bottom lip quivered as I tried to hold back the tears that had gone unshed for all my life. I never cried when I was lost. I could remember how often I found myself deep in the forest, not knowing which way pointed toward home, but I never shed tears. All my life, it felt like I had been missing from myself, like I was a lost child just waiting to be found. It felt like I never belonged. I knew that I belonged with Loki, but there was a sense that I never knew who I was. There was this constant longing to be found by the people who gave up on me. Now, I stood before her with questions that needed answers, “why did you leave me?”

There wasn’t a single change in her expression. She still looked enthralled by me, as if she could possibly be mystified by a common Asgardian. I was nothing special. Still, she looked at me as if she was seeing the sunrise for the first time. I expected her to be angry or hurt-maybe even shocked-at the question I posed, but the abundance of...love in her eyes drowned out every other emotion, “when I discovered I was pregnant, your lives came before anything else. For the first time since the beginning of time, I wasn’t just Death, I was the bearer of life. Your father, Cul, was obsessed with war, destruction, chaos, and rage. Before I discovered I was with child, I saw things in a similar light, but the light within me that radiated from you and your brother, it was...life-altering. I saw myself in a more sensitive, empathetic way. I no longer saw myself as this vial monster who needed to thrive off of suffering. Instead, I viewed death as just the natural progression of life, and we would continue our dance for all of eternity.”

“Knowing your father for as long as I did, I knew that he would try to taint both of you, to use you as his weapons. After all, you two were bound to be far more powerful than either of us could’ve envisioned. He would have used you and Ezra to further his plans to spread destruction and ruin across the universe. It was the opposite of what I wanted for you, so I brought you to Asgard-his original home and the place he was banished from. I hoped it would be a safe haven for the two of you. It was the same visit I planted this tree,” she said, reaching out and running her fingers along the smooth bark of the tree of life and death, “I left you because I thought it would be what was best for you, and I think I made the right decision. Shortly after promising to keep you safe, Odin betrayed his word and gave your brother back to Cul. Cul took this as an act of peace, but he began raising Ezra to be his warrior. He raised Ezra to be the opposite of what I knew he would become, of what you did become.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “what do you mean?”

“Do you know what the leaves symbolize?” she asked instead of answering my question. Sensing that I didn’t want to answer until my question had been answered, she explained the meaning of the leaves to me just as Thor once had, “the red symbolizes violence, bloodshed, hatred, fear, pain, grief, and anguish. In the simplest of terms, the red leaves represent death. The white, on the other hand represents purity, innocence, rebirth, serenity, love, and peace. In the simplest of terms, the white flowers symbolize life. It’s the dance you and I have taken part in since the beginning of time, a dance you have never forgotten the steps to. It’s a melody you know in the deepest depths of your heart. Death and Life, Life and Death.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” I sighed, feeling like she was speaking a foreign tongue to me. I didn’t understand what she meant.

She reached out her hand as one of the white flowers fell from the branches. It landed in her palm, and it immediately began to decay, the petals turning black and grey. Before long, it had disintegrated to nothing but a pile of ash, “this is what I am. I am Death. I bring about destruction and decay. I am the keeper of the dead. This is what I am. This is what you can become,” she stressed, holding out her hand for me to get one more look at the pile of black ash that had once been a beautiful white flower. She gestured for me to hold out my hand, and she tipped the ashes into my palm. Just as quickly as it took the flower to disintegrate in her palm, I watched as the ashes began to form back together and brighten, becoming a flower once more. I watched it bloom before my own eyes, feeling a rush of emotions. This wasn’t possible. Just as the thought crossed my mind, Death shook her head, “it’s very possible. Just as I am Death, you are Life. This is who you are,” she insisted, gesturing to the flower that had bloomed even further as it sat in the palm of my hand.

“It doesn’t make sense!”

She tilted her head, “or does it?” she challenged me, “you have felt yourself connect to the very essence of the planets you’ve visited, bending them to your will. You have seen the way life and nature thrive in your presence in a way it doesn’t in any other circumstance. You have seen how your very mood can affect everything around you. You feel it, don’t you?” she asked. My heart thudded in my chest. She couldn’t know. I had spoken of it to no one. I opened my mouth to speak, to argue with her, but no words came to my aid. In an attempt to put a halt to the fear within me, her voice softened, “I am your mother. I know you. I know that life has called upon you once again, my child. Are you willing to forfeit that?”

I was quiet.

In any other circumstance, I would’ve fought harder to stay alive, but a part of me wished for this. A part of me just wanted to rest, to stop fighting, to stop worrying, to be with my brother in death. Even though Hjalmar wasn’t my blood, he was my brother. I wanted to be with the friends who had gone before me, who had taken the journey before I was ready to. They paved my way, and now, I found myself so close to all I had lost. I’d see Howard again. He’d probably be waiting with that dusty record to play our song, and he’d pull me into his arms as we’d dance around the living room. I’d sit with Charlotte as she mumbled ideas to herself, frantically writing them down before meeting my eyes with a playful grin and letting me read them. I could hug Maria once more, feel the joy and love within her from just a single embrace. I could see Bucky again. I would meet him at that dance hall, and he’d hold me in his strong embrace, reminding me of the warmth I’d be missing until Loki arrived. He would hold me close, and we’d sway back and forth with one another, my eyes fluttering closed as I rested my cheek against his shoulder, listening intently for that ever present heartbeat that could lull me to sleep. That time, though, there would be no more goodbye’s in our future. I’d have more than just our last memory to hold onto, more than just his lifeless form in the snow to remember. I’d have him again.

In my silence, tears welled up in her eyes, “you cannot stay here,” she claimed, but I knew she was wrong. I was already dead. Life had left me. It wasn’t a matter of not being able to stay here, but it was a matter of: do I fight to return? Do I fight to return to what I had in life? Or do I give in to the peace and serenity of death and wait until I am reunited with all I had left behind? Do I give up on the person I would become to remind myself of who I once was-what I once had? As a black tear cascaded down her cheek, she gazed up at the branches of the tree. My eyes followed hers, and I saw that there was only a small amount of white flowers still left on the tree compared to the abundance of red ones, “it symbolizes the death of Life itself,” she murmured, her gaze finally landing on me. Every ounce of pain I’d ever felt seemed to pale in comparison to the pain and grief in her eyes. The blackness acted as a mirror into the depths of her soul, and I saw every piece of her-the good and the bad, the beautiful and the wretched, the brutal and the gentle, the selfishness and the selflessness.

Her arms wrapped around my waist, and she pulled me close to her, a moment of bittersweetness. I melted into her embrace, and it felt...right. I threw my arms around her neck, grasping onto her as tightly as possible. In a life that was filled with questions, she was my answer. It didn’t feel like I was embracing Death, the entity I blamed for all the sorrow I felt leaving the battlefield or the entity I abhorred for taking my loved ones away from me time and time again. Instead, I was embracing my mother, the being who gave life to me, the woman who, by giving me life, allowed for me to experience the greatest joys life had to offer. I had loved so fiercely, so deeply, so endlessly. I had fought time and time again as courageously as I could. I had lived fiercely, without fear of death. She made that possible by giving me life and by sacrificing hers. I knew the pain of forfeiting, “you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hold you in my arms again, how many nights I’ve wished for you to be mine once more, how endless my pain is when I remember that I have always been the worst thing for you. You don’t belong here, Eva, no matter how sorely I wish you did,” she stated, pulling away from the embrace to cup my face in her hands, stroking my cheeks with her thumbs and wiping away the tears that began to fall the moment hers did.

My bottom lip quivered as I stared at a face so beautiful, I wondered if I’d ever be able to appreciate the sunrise again, “you have always been and always will be the most beautiful contradiction, little one: Life born of Death. For eternity, I have been forced to take and take and take from this breathtaking universe, and I was finally able to give in the form of you and your brother. There is goodness within him, Eva, and you’re the only one who can bring it out. You two are meant to bring about a great change, to tip the scales in one direction, and you get to decide. You will either be tainted by him and bring about the Great Annihilation, or he will be purified by you and bring about the Great Rebirth. Either way, you are not meant to be here. You and I were made to contradict the other, and just as I understand you, I hope that you will someday understand me. I am no longer the wicked creature that steals away your loved ones, I guide them into what comes next. I don’t find pleasure in the pain of others, but I feel joy when I can welcome them back into eternity. We are destined to continue our dance forever, my little love. Life and Death. Death and Life.”

“Let me come home,” I begged, thinking of all I’d have should she let me rest.

“You understand what you’d be leaving behind, what you’d be giving up to regain what you have lost?” she asked, fearful of my willingness to accept what she alone could offer me. She stepped away from me, breaking our connection. Her eyes scanned the meadow behind me, and she gestured for me to turn around.

Behind me stood all the love I’d be leaving if I stayed. While I had been thinking solely of what I could have back should I embrace my death, I failed to see the faces of those I would burden with my death. Bruce, Clint, Natasha, Steve, and Tony stood perfectly still. I wanted to run to them, but when I saw the sadness in their eyes, I couldn’t even bring myself to move. Tony had already lost so much already, how could I ask him to lose me, too? I was the last connection Steve had to the man he once was, and he was one of my greatest friends. They disappeared, revealing Ephinea, Frigga, Thor, and Aaldir, the only father I’d ever accept. How could I force my father to live with my death? How could I ask him to lose Hjalmar and I in such a short period of time? How could I break his soul so deeply? When they disappeared, Harley and Kaia took their places. They placed every ounce of their faith and love in me, and I would be leaving them so quickly. Then, there was Loki, my life, my love, my everything. He would understand, but...he shouldn’t have to understand this. We weren’t meant to lose each other, we were meant to go together. When Loki disappeared, the love I forfeited appeared in his place.

Loving her was my greatest weakness, and leaving her was my greatest failure.

Her.

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rosaline-kei · 6 years ago

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Not So Good Boy Armin - AruMika OneShot.

Disclaimer:I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan nor its characters.

Synopsis/Summary: Armin is in control now, and he wants to make sure he marks Mikasa appropriately, as his territory.

FF NET

AO3

Author’s note: I don’t know exactly how to rate this? It just contains Armin marking Mikasa, nothing too hardcore. Sorta Smut-ish?? Eh, read at your own risk;

It was close to midnight, and Armin and Mikasa had just returned from their outing with Eren, back into their shared apartment.

5 years. It was almost 5 years since Armin and Mikasa had gotten together—as a couple. Just a few more minutes and it'd officially be 5 years. If only Eren hadn't invited them out at the last minute to hang out, the two lovebirds would be getting enough sleep for their date the next day. Oh well.

Armin wasn't sure how he managed to win over Mikasa's beautiful heart, but he was glad that her heart had a special place for him. Mikasa wasn't sure what Armin saw in her that he found so attractive and soothing, but whatever it was she was glad that he was hers and she was his.

"I'm exhausted." Armin yawned. He stretched his arms up tiredly after locking up the door after they had entered, and then flung the keys aside before he flung himself onto the couch. Mikasa eyed him, shaking her head. He could be such a child sometimes… and just the sight of such childishness never ceased to bring back memories from their childhood, the good ones.

"I can tell." Mikasa responded after placing her bag down. A second after, her phone's notification tone echoed the room briefly, causing the raven to take out her phone from her pocket to check.

"Eren?" Armin queried, perking his head up as he drowsily faced his lover, to only witness once again how beautiful she was—and how she brought the beauty out of the outfit she wore. A simple white blouse and pink skirt, with a nostalgic dark red scarf wrapped around her neck suddenly seemed overwhelming for the blonde.

Mikasa gave a nod, her eyes scanning the message she just received, swiftly responding to her brunette friend's text, before setting her phone down on the table as well. "He just wanted to make sure we reached back safely." Mikasa sighed, taking a seat on a chair. "On another note, I never expected to be out for such a long time…"

"That's true, but hey, that time spent together with Eren was fun. I'm glad we three never grew apart." Armin grinned, Mikasa returned a heart-warming smile, a clear sign of her agreement to his statement. They had been friends since they were kids, and now they were in their mid-twenties. It was nice, how they were still all close friends. It was comforting.

It was truly eventful, what the trio did. From movies to ice-skating to an arcade, it was really draining—but all they felt earlier in the day was pure exhilaration. Out of the blue, Armin recalled what Eren had said during their conversation at a café, where they chose to take a break from their activities, when Mikasa had excused herself to the ladies'.

"So, how are things going with Mikasa?" Eren queried curiously as he lifted up his cup of coffee, taking a sip of the hot drink. Armin looked up to him, after having snapped out of the trance he was in when he was stirring his ice lemon tea with the straw he had.

"Everything's going great." Armin beamed, and Eren scoffed in response. And as another response, Armin frowned when he had scoffed, giving a 'what was that for?' sort of look that Eren didn't fail to recognize.

"It's just, your so smiley its ridiculously funny. Mikasa really makes you that happy, huh?" Eren mocked in a teasing sort of way. Armin instantly flustered up, although he continued to play it cool as he rolled his eyes. As obvious as it was, his 'play it cool' act had failed miserably. "Whatever…so what?" He huffed, before his eyes darted away and back towards his iced lemon tea, deciding to drink it.

"It's just nice to see both of my friends happy, that all." Eren responded. "I still can't believe all this time, we three are still in close contact… and Mikasa still has that red scarf I gave her long back."

Armin's mind during then drifted off to back then, when Mikasa had a major crush on Eren. He had to admit, he was jealous back then. 'Why him, not me?' was what he would think. But one thing happened after the other, and now it was Armin and Mikasa dating—as an official couple.

"I knew she had feelings for me back then. And now those feelings are directed at you." He continued to tease, but now it seemed as if the tables had turned from long ago, and now Eren seemed a little envious— at least that's what Armin assumed. Either that or he was just viewing things too in-depth.

Though, it made Armin wonder if Eren had those feelings for Mikasa… and what would've happened if he had acted on them? Well, it was too late now. Both of them knew how committed and loyal Mikasa was—to Armin, in terms of romance of course. And Eren didn't have any plans to ruin whatever chemistry those two shared.

Besides, word on the street was that Eren just recently had a little thing going on with someone now.

"Must be nice, huh?" Eren said, before looking left and right cautiously, as if he were a kid on his way to cross his first road. As the blonde continued to drink his drink, he couldn't help but feel curiosity bubbling in him for the brunette's sudden wariness. And then, what he had blurted out next was unexpected… and perhaps that curiosity was better left unanswered.

"So…" Eren started off, leaning closer to Armin as if he were about to spill some lifelong secrets. Well, not that he had any anyway. "Have you two… you know, done 'it'?"

Armin instantly choked on his drink. He didn't have to ask what 'it' Eren was referring to. Just by Eren's tone, and the smirk he now wore pretty much defined 'it' itself.

"W-Where did that come from?!" Armin coughed, his cheeks darkening into shades of red. He was coming close into becoming a tomato. That wasn't an Eren-like thing to ask, or was it? He didn't know. But still…. Why? Why did Eren had to put him in such an embarrassing situation? Were best friends even supposed to talk about this—especially when the other close friend was involved?

Armin wasn't sure what the hell Mikasa was doing in the restroom that took her so long to return from but he knew she wasn't going to come back anytime soon.

"From that." Eren spoke, before pointing towards Armin's neck, where there seemed to be a particular marking left there by a certain someone. Armin flushed even more, he thought his hair and turtleneck shirt was enough to disguise it… but it seemed it want enough to hide it away from Eren's eagle-sharp eyes.

Armin couldn't tell if Eren was asking him this so bluntly because he wanted to tease him or because he was just dense… or both, somehow.

"S-Shut up! I-Isn't this sort of thing w-where you j-just ignore it?" Armin stammered. If he could, he would pull his turtleneck up and hide his tomato face. But even so, Eren probably would know his reaction anyway.

"You're not denying that you didn't do 'it'—"

"Where's my privacy, Eren?" Armin cut him off, readjusting his voice.

"I thought us friends shouldn't hide things—"

"Ereeenn…" Armin whined slightly.

"Okay, Okay..." Eren put his hands up a little, as if to surrender… but that wasn't the case. "I'm not asking for details, keep that to yourself." He scoffed before continuing, "But… you know, I've never seen any of those on Mikasa, at least on her neck. Either that or her make-up is good... but she doesn't wear make-up too often so there's that."

"Eren, where are you even going with this?" Armin groaned, "Can't we just talk ab—"

"I'm just wondering if you ever topped her. I mean, it must be tiring for her to always take control or whatever." Eren shrugged, Armin just stared, his cheeks reddening even more. Was that supposed to be advice? In fact, how does Eren even know these sort of things?

Was Mikasa tired of… that?

Well, before the conversation could proceed any further, Mikasa had came back. Whether Mikasa's return during then was a fortunate or unfortunate thing was uncertain... considering thanks to Eren's statement, he had developed questions. Annoyingly bothersome questions. But he wasn't going to ask them in front of Mikasa. And Eren of course wasn't going to continue that conversation with Mikasa there.

Back in the present, Mikasa stood up from her seat, as she spoke, "Tea?" She asked.

"Huh? Oh… yeah." Armin nodded. But before the raven could make her way towards the kitchen, Armin blurted out… things. "Are you tired… Mikasa?"

"Of course. It's close to midnight—"

"No… not like that." Armin murmured, before sitting up. Mikasa frowned slightly, she wasn't sure what came over Armin, but he looked troubled. And that troubled her.

"… If you're referring to our relationship, no. I'm not tired of I—"

"It's not that either." Armin sighed, before he stood up and walked towards Mikasa, leaving a few feet away from them. "You know… are you tired from… taking control?" Armin asked nervously. At first, Mikasa was lost as to what he meant. And then, she saw his cheeks tinging an ever-so familiar red. Her cheeks painted itself the same colour upon realization.

"E-Eh? W-Why are you bringing this s-suddenly?" Mikasa stuttered. Regardless of whatever dominant persona she may have, talking about such… things, whether it be in broad daylight or the luminous dark made no difference to the shyness she felt and would display.

"I-If you find it uncomfortable t-to talk about then… never mind." Armin turned his back away. He regretted even bringing it up. Was it normal to bring it up? He wasn't sure. This was a first. Usually they'd just… go with the flow. Either way, Armin had no intention of making his lover uncomfortable. But that wasn't the case.

Mikasa got hold of Armin's hand before he could run off and retreat. "W-Wait… it's not that… i-if you're unhappy with something, tell me…" Mikasa spoke. Her tone was nervous, but it dissolved into something more caring, concerned. And a little worry.

"It's not that too! You always make me happy!" Armin exclaimed, before facing back to her. "It's just…" Armin trailed off. Thinking about it now, he came to the realisation that he didn't really leave any marks on Mikasa. Even if he did, they were always faint, and faded away too quickly. And in comparison to the ones Mikasa had left on him, they were practically permanent—not really, but the marks she'd leave on him would just scream out that he was Mikasa's—her territory and her territory only.

He wanted to do the same now. He suddenly felt the urge to.

His eyes traced down to her neck, and then it dawned upon him her collarbone was exposed to, thanks to that one unbuttoned button. He bit his lip. He hesitated. He looked up to Mikasa as if to ask for permission.

Mikasa looked back at him. She had noticed all of these things. She then took a step closer to him. She took another step. Her arms wrapped around him. And then, she pressed her lips briefly against his.

For that brief moment, Armin savoured the taste of her sweet lips.

She pulled away. She looked at him directly. She gazed as if she were hypnotized. She parted her lips to speak, "It's okay." She whispered softly. "Express yourself." She permitted.

Without a second to waste, Armin leaned himself forward, closer to Mikasa. Then, his lips met hers again. But the kiss he had with her was deeper, was longer. Mikasa wanted to slide her tongue mid-kiss, but Armin had pulled away before she could.

Mikasa displayed her frustration to it with her piercing look, to which Armin ignored as he began to kiss her cheek, down to her neck. Upon arriving to her neck, the blonde pinned her against the wall ever-so suddenly. It came as a surprise to Mikasa, but she wasn't complaining.

Armin began to kiss her neck. Innocently, he planted simple, gentle kisses all over her neck. Mikasa couldn't tell if this was just his act of being a tease or whatever. But one thing's for sure, she was growing impatient. And even after she told him to express himself, her dominant persona wasn't having any of it. However, just as she was about to let instinct overtake her, Armin began to plant a rather prolonged, deep kiss on her neck. Not just any part of her neck, but her sweet, sensitive spot.

"Ah!" A gasp left the raven's lips. Her arms began to wrap around him tighter. It was clear that the noises and actions on Mikasa's part only motivated Armin more as he practically sucked onto her skin even more. And whenever Mikasa would attempt to overthrow his domination out of pure instinct, the blonde would bite her. Literally. On that sensitive and soft spot of hers.

This was a first. Armin had always been… gentle during moments like these. This was different now. Mikasa wasn't exactly complaining about that either.

"A… Armin…!" She grunted out. Armin hadn't marked her this rough. It was new, and she liked it. And it was clearly expressed by the tone of her voice— and the way she'd then tilt her head sideways, as if to give him more skin.

Armin kept going, he'd suck on her skin as if it were the most pleasant thing to taste. He savoured every bit of her, and he couldn't help but bite down on her skin every now and then just for the satisfaction of hearing… certain noises leaving his lover's lips. He never felt like… this. In control. Normally, he'd just let Mikasa do whatever—he just went with the flow, no complaints, no disobedience. He loved the way she'd satisfy him anyway.

Perhaps this was a turning point in this particular aspect of their relationship. Except for now, it seemed Mikasa was the one who went with the flow… just with some spikes of brief rebellion that Armin managed to put out.

To be fair, Mikasa enjoyed this sensation Armin was giving her. And that enjoyment ten folded when his lips left her neck… to only target her collarbone next. But before that, Armin had taken a glimpse of his artwork. Judging by the sudden smirk his lips wore, Mikasa could've guessed he was satisfied. But other than that smirk, she saw a little happy and somehow innocent smile—as if he were proud of marking his territory—her. Mikasa couldn't help but chuckle at that.

Chuckling was probably a bad idea when Armin seemed in his... well, zone. Considering the moment she chuckled, Armin gazed at her in a piercing manner. And he went down to her collarbone, going much ruthless. "Ah!" Mikasa gasped once more, she gripped his shirt tighter. Armin pressed against her chest more, causing both of their cheeks to flush even more so.

"S…Since when did you taste so sweet?" Armin commented in the midst of his marking session. Unfortunately, Mikasa didn't have the chance to answer as Armin began biting down on her collarbone, receiving the raven's noises as a response.

Apparently, it seemed Mikasa's collarbone was another sensitive spot. It was evident since she was squirming more, and more noises left. "A…Armin…" She whimpered.

Something about her calling out his name in such an… exciting way, would flip a switch in him. It was an indescribable sort of feeling. He was learning so much new things about Mikasa thanks to his sudden dominating persona that gradually revealed itself.

Whatever new curiosity he had on her now, he didn't hesitate to experiment.

It didn't seem like this experimentation of his was going to end anytime soon. And it seemed his exhaustion from earlier on had dissipated and shifted into excitement—that much was clear and evident… especially if one were to notice whatever he had down there.

Well, Mikasa had noticed. It made her blush more. It made her wonder how far this was going to go, with him in charge. At this point, it didn't matter. She just wanted… more. She craved more, so did Armin. But Armin was much more ravenous.

Armin pulled away from her collarbone after he ensured he marked his territory appropriately. His eyes gazed at the love-bites he left on her. He smiled with pride, at how dark they were. He then looked up to his lover who was already gasping for air just a little, he then gazed into her eyes that were practically pleading for more.

His lips met with hers again, but rather than rough, they were gentle. But Mikasa knew better that she shouldn't assume that this gentleness would remain throughout. His eyes then glanced at the clock, he pulled away from her. As the clock had indicated, it had just turned midnight. It was the next day since yesterday. A new today. A special day.

"Happy 5 years, Mikasa Ackerman. I love you." Armin whispered softly.

Mikasa smiled, "Happy 5 years, Armin Arlert. I love you too."

With that, Armin proceeded to lay her down on the couch, where their activities and desires would continue past midnight.

Author’s Note: Not the best at writing, but hope you enjoyed this.

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