#but hopefully it will allow me to fill it up with reckless abandon

[danedear]

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pile of bunny kits in a giant strawberry patch? or extra small buns?

[missymurphy1985]

The Shirt (part 2 of The Tease)

Warning - Smut / Breeding Kink

Request? Yes, decided to do it as a part 2 of the Tease. Incorporated two requests into one here...

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @semperfemina-xo

Two years had passed since your encounter with Tommy in the alleyway beside the Garrison, and true to his word, he'd married you within a month of proposing. Your son, Charles, had been born 8 months later.

Charlie was sleeping that afternoon, and you looked down at your dress - covered in the lunch Charlie had allegedly eaten, however the state of said dress suggested he'd decorated you with more of it than he'd consumed....

Heading up the winding staircase of the beautiful Arrow House home you shared with your husband, you entered your bedroom looking for a new dress to wear when you spotted one of Tommy's shirts hanging on the edge of the chair. You picked it up to take downstairs to be washed but stopped to smell the collar - his aftershave still lingered, the smell intoxicating you. He'd been away in London for three days and you missed him terribly. You slipped your stained dress off, and pulled his shirt on over your shoulders instead, wrapping it round you as tight as you could, fastening the buttons. It hung loosely on you, and fell to your thighs, but you didn't care. It smelled of him, and it was the closest you'd get to an embrace from him for now.

You held it as close to your frame as possible, before laying down on the large double bed. Your son normally napped for at least 2 hours, and Frances promised to take care of him this afternoon when he woke so you could rest, Charlie had slept poorly last night, crying for his father. You allowed your eyes to close as you inhaled the sweet smell of your husband, dreaming of when he'd be home.

You couldn't sleep though - you never slept properly when Tommy wasn't home. Sighing, you pulled yourself up and headed into the large ensuite bathroom to run a bath.

Your heart leapt when you heard the bedroom door open, and recognised his strong footsteps walking across the room. You lifted the hem of the shirt up slightly, and bit your lip. He was home early...

You were leaning over the tub when you suddenly felt strong hands underneath the shirt, running up your back.

"Wearing my clothes now, y/n..." His deep, husky voice whispered from behind you.

"Hmmm... They smell like you..." You murmured back, feeling his hands roam underneath the shirt and over your stomach.

"Wanna know a secret?" His lips on the back of your neck, sending shivers through you.

"Mhmm..."

"I miss feeling this belly all full and swollen with my seed inside you..." Tommy groaned in your ear, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"Well why don't you do something about it Mr Shelby?" , his eyes full of lust and need, spurred on by your words.

"Want me to fill you up again do you? Give you another baby to keep you busy while I'm gone eh?" Switching off the bath, you turned around with a groan.

You held his cheeks in your hands and stared into his blue eyes.

"Fuck me, Thomas. Now." He growled as he pulled you into the bedroom quickly, moving you to the drawers at the side of the room and bending you over.

"See now, I wanna see your pretty little face when you lose control over my cock, but I sense my little one needs to be treated as the dirty girl she acts like..." he watched your needy face in the large oak framed mirror and lifted the shirt up your back, your naked backside in front of his as he parted your cheeks and slid his hand between your legs, feeling how wet you were. His other hand squeezed an ass cheek, before slapping the flesh hard.

"Thomas please...." You begged, desperate for release.

"Pure filth aren't you little one? Missed my cock so much you're fucking begging for it..." You groaned at his words, pushing your ass back at him, rolling your hips as his fingers found your clit, gently massaging it.

"Gonna make a mess on my fingers little one? Gonna scream my name so loud, even our neighbours will know who you belong to eh?"

"You... Only you... It's always been you..." You heard him pull his trousers down and line himself up against your entrance, teasing your lower lips with the tip, stroking it up and down painfully slowly.

Edging himself inside you with a deep groan, he soon bottomed out against your ass, keeping his eyes on yours in the mirror, both of his hands now at your hips to keep you in place.

"You don't move - you let me take care of you now, understand?" He glared. You loved it when he took you like this - complete control, complete dominance. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every word. Words failed you, all you could do was nod.

He began to pound into you hard and fast - holding you strong with his hands to keep you from moving. You tried to arch against him but his hand slapped your ass hard, making you cry out.

"I said NOT to move sweetheart... Move again and I'll pull out!" He barked, but it didn't frighten you. Quite the opposite in fact. You knew the maids could probably hear everything and it only turned you on more.

"I'm sorry Tommy... I won't move I promise..."

"Stay still and I'll make you feel good little one.. so good..." His thrusts picked up in speed and force, edging you ever closer to the sweet release you craved. Your fingers gripped onto the edge of the dressing table as your cries got louder.

"Yes... Fuck that's it Tommy... Right there..."

"Still so tight for me.. so wet and needy all for me eh?" He gasped, his hips pounding into you with reckless abandon now as he felt your walls begin to contract around him.

"All for you... All for you... Oh god Tommy I'm gonna cum, please, please don't stop!" He squeezed your ass cheeks hard and felt your orgasm flow through you - watching your face in the mirror, how your eyes stayed locked with his until the pleasure became too much and your eyes rolled back in your head, your mouth emitting the most exquisite sounds as you came hard over him.

His orgasm approached quickly, the sounds you made sending him spiralling.

"Gonna fill you up little one, gonna make your body swell full of my baby... You want it?" He raised an eyebrow at you in the mirror.

"Please... Please Tommy give it ALL to me..."

"Gonna cum... Holy shit little one you feel so fucking good... Keep cumming, please, keep cumming for me baby..." He thrust you into another blinding orgasm as you felt his cock pulse and release deep inside your womb, filling you completely.

Your movements slowed to a stop, before he pulled out gently and lifted you into his strong arms, one under your back and legs and carried you gently over to the bath you were running. Standing you, and easing his shirt off your back, he lifted you again and placed you in the still warm water, kissing your forehead, then your lips gently.

"Stay right there for as long as you need - I'll take Charlie for a walk when he wakes up. Frances told me you'd had a rough night with him?"

"He just misses his Daddy," you sighed, relaxing into the bubbles.

"Well I'm home now, and I've cleared my schedule for the next couple of days. Neglected you, haven't I?"

"You never neglect us Tommy, everything you do is for us whether you're here or not," you caressed his cheek lightly as he bent down to kiss you again.

He smiled at you, and headed out to the door hearing Charlie calling his name.

"Oh and don't think I didn't mean what I said - Charlie needs a brother or sister, don't you think?"

"Good job you think so. Could be making a baby as we speak Daddy," you smiled, watching his eyes widen.

"Fuck don't call me that, else I'll be calling Frances back and taking my wife back to bed!"

You chuckled as he he as headed out, smiling as you heard him blowing raspberries on his boys belly before taking him down the stairs.

Stroking your belly hopefully, life was truly perfect, and with any luck it was about to get even better too.

[bihansthot]

Okay Tomoka...back at you.

I need some Noob Saibot 👀

It’s real Noob loving hours, I’ve been kind of on a baby kink with Bi-Han lately, soooo hopefully you aren’t averse to breeding kinks. I have a couple Noob only fics in my master list:

A Quickie about Noob in bed

Knifeplay with Noob (Male Reader)

Noob Daddy Kink (Female Reader)

Cao Wo (Male Reader)

Female Reader with SZ Bi-Han and Noob Saibot

Fade to Black (female reader SZ Bi-Han and Noob Saibot)

Ok so with that shameless self promotion out of the way here’s a filthy little quickie, hope you enjoy it love!

Your eyes roll back as the wraith pulls your hair sharply and slams his cock deeper into your dripping pussy, you can’t help but cry out at the sensation. The pleasure mixed with pain has your thighs trembling and he’s barely just started with you, “Bi-Han,” you whimper in a voice you almost don’t recognize. It’s breathy and thickly laced with lust as you tighten around his thick cock, he pulls another cry from your lips almost immediately as he pulls out, leaving just the tip of his dick inside your tight hole before snapping his hips forward burying his length to the hilt.

“You’re such a little slut for my cock, you know that right, qīn?” he teases, not moving his hips, he just waits for you to do the work.

You whimper as you thrust your hips backward, desperate to be filled over and over again, “it’s not my fault, who said you were allowed to have such a big, thick,” you pause to cry out as you find your sweet spot and drive the wraith’s dick into it with each rock of your hips, “p-perfect cock. Fuck, it feels so good, please Bi-Han, please,” you cry his name and beg him as you fuck yourself on his impressive length.

Noob Saibot just smirks, enjoying having his ego stroked as much as he’s enjoying your tight pussy, “is that so?” He lets out a low chuckle as his cold hand connects with your pert ass and he pulls your hair tighter, his blunt fingernails digging into your scalp.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you wail as you throw your hips back with reckless abandon, everything feels perfect right now. You shriek his name as your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth hanging open as drool pools down your chin as every muscle in your body locks and your velveteen pussy clamps down on the wraith’s thick cock. Your world comes undone as you shudder and tremble in his tight hold, he makes a low grunt as your pussy spasms around his dick, pulling it deeper and deeper inside your tight canal.

He allows you a moment or two to regain yourself, his smug smirk ever-present as he flips you over, he uses his heavy, well-sculpted body to easily force you onto your back and pushes your legs into your chest as he lifts your hips up to put your entire pussy and ass on display. The wraith stays on his knees as he mounts you, his thick cock forcing it's way back inside your slick hole, pulling a shaky moan from you, “now this is a good look for you,” he grabs your face to force you to look into his eerie white eyes, “absolutely desperate for my cock, but I know you better than that qīn, it’s not just my dick you want, it’s my seed,” his grin only grows as his tongue presses against his canine.

“Oh, oh! Fuck! Yes, Bi-Han! Oh please, please I need you to fill me up, it feels so good when you cum inside me,” you ramble incoherently as the wraith sets a fast pace and drives into your fluttering cunt hard enough to make it borderline painful but you love it when he loses control like this. “P-please aì rén, give me what I want, let me give you an heir, please, my body is desperate to give you a baby, please, please Bi-Han, I-I need your cum. I need to feel your icy load painting my unprotected womb white,” you tremble and shake from need with each deep hard thrust from the wraith. You don’t even care what you’re saying anymore, part of you is vaguely aware that you’re begging Bi-Han like a needy little bitch in heat, but his cock feels too good for you to care as you throw your head back and arch your back as his heavy, perfectly muscled body presses you into the mattress.

Noob Saibot lets out a shaky sigh, he’s heard you beg him for this so many times, but tonight, with you underneath him with your desperate, flushed expression he can’t help but give in, “you better not waste any of it, I expect your filthy little cunt to swallow every drop of my load, and you better give me a son, I won’t settle for a weak heir,” he grunts as he pounds into your tight, hot pussy.

You cry his name loudly, his words making your brain short circuit with desire, “oh please aì rén, I’ll give you the strongest son, he’ll be a powerful, unstoppable warrior just like you,” you pant out in between moans. Your toes curl and you bite your lip to try and stifle your cries as his cock continues to piston in and out of you, each thrust driving his thick-cock head against your cervix, the action sending full-body shudders throughout your entire body. “Oh fuck, fuck, fill me up, please paint my insides white!” You squeal before biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood as a mix of blood and saliva drip down your chin and onto your heaving bosom. Your hands knot in the sheet below you as you teeter right on the edge of completion.

The wraith lets out a guttural groan as his hips falter as he dominates your hole with a few more erratic thrusts, “I’m going to fill you with so much cum you’re going to be choking on it,” he rasps as his blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of your supple hips. His hips stutter before he drives his cock all the way inside the tight confines of your hot pussy, burying it as deeply as he can before giving you a slight snarl as he empties his load inside your waiting cunt.

You scream his name as the wraith’s orgasm sends you over the edge, you pant and whimper as you feel the thick globs of cum pumping into you. Tears of satisfaction stream down your cheeks as you lay there completely at the wraith’s mercy, it feels so right, so perfect as you revel in each little twitch and pulse of his massive dick. “Th-thank you aì rén, that was so perfect, I won’t disappoint you, I swear,” you coo in a sweet, love-drunk voice.

The wraith makes no attempt to move, just laying on top of you, enjoying the warmth of your body, “just don’t make me regret it,” he grunts gruffly.

[paper-n-ashes]

New Endeavours

Characters: Modern AU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings/Tags: Explicit (18+), Sugar daddy relationship, sexual references but no actual smut, bisexual vibes, attending a strip club.

Author’s Note: This is all because of my love, @maryforyou. An AU venture she ignited and I couldn’t let go of. Read into this however you want, I’m an open book in terms of exploring sexuality without labels. Being the first AU I’ve ever attempted, I kept this as an intro, to hopefully dive into the more explicit content I’ve been ruminating on for too long as a Part 2 (depending on how this is received).

*

“Are you sure this what you want?”

You smiled sweetly, smoothing out the creases in your dress as Kylo handed you your coat and gloves. “Like I said every day this week, I’m very sure.”

He still appeared doubtful, plush lips twisted in a disbelieving frown. “I could give you anything your heart desires for your birthday, princess,” he urged, helping you to secure the top buttons of your waistcoat, his large frame shifting close to yours. “This barely seems like enough of a gift for such a special occasion.”

Kylo was used to showering you with physical symbols of his adoration in the 18 months you had known him. The man had more money than he knew what to do with, lavishing all types of jewellery and clothing on you, some of the pieces you were certain cost more than your tiny apartment in the outskirts of the city. Every time you tried to refuse the extravagant gifts, Kylo always replied with sweetened notions of needing to worship and adore the personified goddess he saw you as. And when spoken in his infuriatingly mesmerising tenor, they would quickly conquer your resistance.

You were acutely aware of what this looked like from an outside perspective. A wealthy older man courting a young woman over 10 years his junior. Bathing her head to toe in the finest attire, parading her around in places a woman of her standing wouldn’t have been able to afford in two lifetimes.

A label came with this kind of behaviour. One you didn’t particularly like, yet was still true.

Sugar daddy.

There wasn’t a way you could deny that’s how your association with Kylo begun.

You’d heard whispers of other girls at the college you went to doing it. Offering their bodies to the affluent men of this city. At first, you’d scoffed at the idea. But when that third overdue notice of your credit card debt came, with the threat of eviction hanging over your head, you didn’t really have much choice.

A name was given to you of a bar that specialised in these kinds of meetings, completely covertly of course. And there Kylo had found you, hiding away in a secluded corner, stirring the gin and tonic in front of you with a single finger. At first, you’d assumed he was a well-dressed bartender, seemingly too young and strikingly handsome to be in need of a place like this. So you smiled sweetly and told him you weren’t quite done with your drink.

Within such an innocent interaction, Kylo knew he had to have you. And he did, 45 minutes later in the poorly lit bathroom stall, half-dressed bodies clutched together as he had you perch on the porcelain sink, fucking you with an uncharacteristically reckless abandon.

He hadn’t intended to. He hadn’t been entirely sure what he anticipated from that evening, the recommendation being given to him from a higher executive who regularly partook in the questionable operations of this establishment. Kylo meant only to scope the place out, sit for a quiet solitary drink out of the way of other patrons. There, he’d discovered you.

Shrinking into your stool, somewhat inhibited, clearly out of your element. The shy smile that spread across your face after he murmured a stiff hello ensnared him in moments, simply for how sincere it was. He wasn’t used to that.

Another thing Kylo wasn’t used to was the type of electricity that followed in your conversation. Rarely had he experienced an exchange that was so charged yet… genuine. You didn’t appear expectant, didn’t care to know how much money he made or the status of his career. You simply wanted to talk.

It was interesting how this fuelled an urge to make you speechless, to have you resorting to whines and whimpers rather than articulate your thoughts with any words. He didn’t act on them. Content to bide his time, play his cards right, set a precedence of composure and restraint in the hope of securing another meeting. You, however, had never cultivated the same type of discipline Kylo had.

After too many long minutes of flirtatious banter, you leaned forward, mouthing in a hushed tone, asking him to meet you in the women’s bathroom.

The chance encounter had bound you for longer than predicted.

Although never explicitly stated, the two of you fulfilled a portion of each other’s needs. Kylo required adequate distraction from his corporate life, someone who could slip into his erratic schedule with ease to… relieve him of mounting tension. In return, he provided you the monetary means to live in the city of your dreams without constant fear of homelessness.

In the months that passed, your arrangement turned into something stable, secure. His presence a constant in your life. While his working hours were long and finishing times unpredictable, Kylo could always count on you to be summoned to him from a single text message. Be it in the middle of the day, or the early hours of morning, you would race to a place of his choosing. Sometimes at his lush apartment, sometimes his office, and a plethora of restaurant bathrooms across the city after particularly stressful business lunches.

Initially, your involvement was kept mostly out of public view. Kylo had wanted to protect you from the judgements and negative connotations that were unavoidable in the arena of his work. Around the year mark, these reservations about being seen with you seemed to dissipate. Soon you were linked hand in hand at countless high-class dinners and charity events. A poised and elegant couple, right until the last set of eyes moved away.

This is where you had your fun.

As spectacular as Kylo was at fucking you until you saw stars, he’d surprisingly gone this long in life without venturing into more creative territory when it came to satisfaction. His version of sex was fast and hard, needing as much as you as he could get, chasing release with no frills or diversion. He’d never had the time, or the right lover, to encourage any of his deeply hidden fantasies. Until you.

You were game for anything. Sexually adventurous. Ready and willing to try all there was on offer just to elicit the highest levels of ecstasy. It was difficult not to be at the thought of Kylo’s hands, his mouth, his tongue, any part of him.

Although a little more slowly, he began to welcome new experiences, new pursuits of pleasure. Witnessing your reactions to these efforts became somewhat of an addiction for him. The way you writhed and squealed when exploring anal play for the first time. The way you surrendered and adored his verbal degradation and physical strikes. The way your body twitched and spasmed after the use of a newly obtained toy purchased with his platinum credit card.

You never pushed him, or forced him into anything he found uncomfortable in the chase of a sexual high. Communication was paramount, and boundaries were respected.

Interestingly enough, tonight was a boundary he never thought you’d cross.

“This is what I asked for, remember?” you smiled, taking the opportunity to press a gentle kiss to his nose.

Kylo’s apprehension refused to dissipate, while still clutching you closer. “It just… seems like this is something I will enjoy more than you.”

You barely withheld the urge to roll your eyes. “You’re sure about that, are you?”

His eyebrows crinkled, thinking the question over. There was the hint of a smirk that tugged the corner of his mouth, a subtle excited quiver in the breath he exhaled. “So you’re not doing this for me?”

“Not at all,” you breathed. Your palm slipped under his clean-shaven jaw, skating a thumb reassuringly over his cheek. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“You have?”

You hummed a yes, drifting your lips intoxicatingly close to his, staring up with wide eyes.

Kylo’s mouth twisted slightly. “I wouldn’t want you to feel jealous, princess.”

“You’re only looking,” you insisted softly. “And, even if you touch a little…” You bit your lip at the thought. “Those women won’t be who gets to be taken home and fucked until it hurts.”

There was a noticeable tensing in the arms circled around you, as Kylo’s eyes began to burn with an impatient greed. “I could do that now, right against this door.”

It was difficult to deny how you’d happily allow him to make true on that statement. To slam you into the exquisitely carved oak door of his apartment and fill you to your absolute limit. However, the tantalising image of your planned evening was too consuming, heaving and tugging for you to indulge a deeply embedded desire you’d never been brave enough to pursue.

“Save it for when we get home,” you chirped, reaching for the doorhandle and dragging Kylo into the hallway.

 *

“Follow me,” the maître D instructed, her voice cheerfully welcoming. Even the sight of her silken, green dress was intimidating, the fabric glossing over her nimble shape as she guided you up the set of stairs. The lighting was low, almost too dark to see properly, Kylo’s grip strong as your steps were drowned out by the sultry music emanating behind the double doors at the apex. As they were opened to you, the hypnotic baseline ricocheted around your body.

You scanned around the large room, bold lights illuminating a risen stage with two currently unused silver poles at either corner. Plush chairs circled around, occupied by a differing array of men. Slinking between the patrons were women decorated with luxurious, high-end lingerie, each one styled and set to provoke unyielding temptation.

This was a completely new undertaking for you. Attending a strip club. Usually a male endeavour, seeking out instant gratification in the form of scantily clad bodies and paid attention. You knew this was an unusual request for a birthday outing, yet in truth there was nothing from Kylo you wanted more.

The two reasons were somewhat opposing, although they would still feed the same goal. Satisfying a craving.

One being that you had always found women to be alluring and captivating to a height you’d never really accepted, almost been afraid of. Only with time and maturity had you learned your attraction to them was a natural occurrence you were now ready to explore.

The other reason was a little more scandalous, and what you hadn’t quite articulated to Kylo yet. To have the view of his eyes roaming another woman’s almost naked body as she exposed herself to him, drove you wild. In a situation you should feel jealousy, you were only devoured by an uncontainable lust.

Occasionally your mind had forayed into imaginations where he would take another like he’d taken you countless times, able to watch his hands clawing at supple breasts, the smooth motion of his hips, how his thick cock would split a tight, dripping cunt in two. All the while he would deride and goad you, layering you with taunts, desperate to inflame your envy and ownership.

Your plan for this particular evening didn’t extend that far. You only wished to enjoy the performance of mesmeric women in their most enchanting form, observe Kylo’s undeniable arousal at the same lithe, flexible bodies, and return home to remind him that only you could ignite the billowing flames of a violent release.

Oh, but that plan crumbled when you’d each settled into your seats, just in time for the next show of seduction. A pair of glittered, platform heels slinked near to the pole closest to you, your vision roaming upwards over the statuesque figure they connected to. Delicately laced, ivory fabric shielded her most intimate portions from full view, conforming flawlessly to the curves of her figure. Somehow demure yet indecently sensual.

Lips parted, your breath hitched as the exquisite woman twirled around, her eyes trained to you as she let a wicked smile appear. You were sure this was a regular occurrence, a flirtation she expressed to all the patrons in this room. Yet, as she began to move in time with the decadent beat of the music, her eyes stayed transfixed to you marvelling stare.

In an unprecedented display of courage, you beckoned Kylo closer to you, whispering to his ear. “Her. That’s what I really want for my birthday.”

*To be continued*

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[jeongvision]

hii emily!! congrats on 1k! you probably don't even know me but i'm a fan<3 i'd love to rq for jaehyun + crime!au + “Stay there, I’ll come get you.”. congrats once again and love your work always mwah!

pairing. best friend! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader (ft. nakamoto yuta)

genre. fluff, humor, crime au, non idol au

warnings. cursing, mentions of criminal activity (trespassing, reckless use of motor vehicle), not proofread

author’s note. hi doll! i do recognize your username when you interact with some of my works hehe— i think your username is cute! thank you so much for enjoying my works <3 hopefully this came out alright!

“Jaehyun,” you growled, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Peering over to your digital clock, the red numbers reads 3:03am. You let out an exasperated sigh. Just a couple of hours ago, Jaehyun was in your apartment for your usual Friday movie nights. You two watched various action movies, filled with numerous criminal depictions that leaves watchers like you two at awe from the charismatic aura the fictional characters held. However, what captured both of your attention the most is the swift and daring car rides involved, how the characters can perfectly execute a u-turn without the sudden jerk of the vehicle, or how the screeching of the tires allowed a continuous drift along the curvature of the roads.

While one could fantasize what a thrilling world it would be like to live in, others liked to see it flourish into reality. But fiction is fiction, and you know better that not everyone is allowed the benefit of having everything in life without consequences.

You just didn’t expect your stupid best friend to be one of those people.

You rubbed your tired eyes with your knuckle. “What did you do?”

You could hear a slight fumbling on his end. “Yuta and I went to an abandoned warehouse and started doing car tricks in the parking lot. You know, the kinds we saw in those Fast and Furious movies.” There’s a short pause. “A patrol car drove by and saw what we were doing, and you know the rest of the story.”

You let out another sigh as you run your fingers through your locks. You knew that Yuta was down for any type of adrenaline rush, so it didn’t surprise you that he agreed to take up on Jaehyun’s offer. But what surprised you the most is the fact that it was Jaehyun that proposed the idea, as he was one of the more rational people in your friend group.

After every movie night with you, he always made sure to text you whenever he arrived home safely. It makes sense now why you never received any text, because that big idiot is out there trespassing and recklessly operating a motor vehicle.

You peeled the sheets off your body and sauntered over to your dresser, grabbing a sweater out. “Stay there, I’ll come get you and Yuta,” you declared.

“Uh, yeah, about that…” he hesitated.

You stopped your movements after grabbing your keys and wallet. You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He lets out a nervous chuckle. “... You might have to bail us out before you can.”

Your breath bitches for a moment before letting out a groan. “How much?”

“$1,000.”

“For the both of you?”

“Each.”

You gripped your phone tight in your hands before clamping your eyes shut, suppressing the anger bubbling in your stomach. You literally just got paid and you’re going to be spending your paycheck to get two of your dumbass friends out of jail.

You’re honestly thinking of letting them rot in their cell and going back to sleep.

“You and Yuta fucking owe me a week of dinner after this.”

“Noted.”

“Take-outs don’t count.”

“But—”

“Do you want me to bail you and Yuta out now, or do you want to stay there until you go to trial?”

You could hear Yuta screaming at Jaehyun in the background, prompting the latter to hurry up and end the phone call before the timer runs out.

He lets out a groan. “Deal.”

You start walking out of your bedroom to the front door.

“Be there in 20.”

jeongvision’s milestone event!

[mommymooze]

Mighty Morfis Power Mage

Yuri X Reader story 

You had followed your friends Merci, Annie and Lorenz to Garreg Mach. You had gotten to know everyone in the Blue lions and Golden Deer pretty well.

Magically you are not as good as Lysithia or Annette but you can hold your own. In sword fighting Felix could take you out in a heartbeat. With a lance you are on par with Sylvan, which is not saying too too much, but you are okay. You had started in the Blue Lions, close to the end of the year you were finally persuaded by Professor Byleth to join the Golden Deer.

 When the war happened, your parents freaked out and took you back to Morfis. You wrote letters to all of your friends, but most didn’t have the time to write back. They had a war going on you know! Claude and Hilda would send a word back here and there, keeping you informed about your fellow Deer.

 But come hell or high water you are determined to make it back for the five year reunion. You kiss the ground when you hit Fodlan territory, meeting up with Hilda and then heading to the monastery. It is thrilling to be fighting again. Being away for five years doesn’t matter much, you are right back in the middle of the fray throwing spells and causing hell.  Coming up on the bandits, you cast your spell, bringing a bow made of pure magical force into existence, complete with magic arrows. Drawing back your bowstring, an arrow is nocked. You aim and release, striking a thief with deadly magical force, killing him instantly. Five years of intense spell development at the Morfis Advanced Magic University pays off. (MAMU, OI!!!)

Hilda grins at you. “I am so glad you are back.”

The two of you move toward Ignatz and Raphael, joining up with them. As the battle goes on, the group gets bigger and bigger until you notice that all of the Golden Deer are reunited. The last of the bandits defeated, a cheer goes up amongst the old gang and everyone is hugging and happy to see each other once again.

“(Y/N)!” Claude yells, getting your attention. His arms are open wide to welcome you with a great big hug. “You are looking awesome. I think you’ve kicked your magic up a notch or two.” He says with a grin.

You run the few steps over to Claude and pull him into a big hug, then you stand back and take a good look. “Pompoms? Cute! You have certainly filled out, you handsome devil.” You smile back at him, giving a fake punch to his chin. You were so excited to see Professor Byleth you almost knocked her over with your enthusiastic hug.

Everyone is chatting and filling in the blanks of the last five years as they reacquaint themselves. Within a week everyone has found a place to stay that works for them, they’ve cleaned up and have the kitchen functioning, and things begin to settle a bit. Nobody has heard from the Ashen Wolves and you feel anxious, not sure if they survived this long or if they’ve abandoned Abyss.

Finding a few minutes to yourself you head up to the second floor and before you know it you find yourself in the library, looking at the books with a new light in your eyes. Some books you had not seen here before have also shown up. Those books hoarded in certain students rooms (Hubert, Linhardt :cough:) have been returned to the shelves. Still not finding everything that you are looking for, you recall there’s one more library to check out.  You gather your courage and decide to finally head over to Abyss. It is quiet here. You don’t see anyone as you silently make to your destination.

The disorganized chaos that is the Shadow Library of Abyss stands before you. Books could be found anywhere on any shelf. They are arranged by ‘first hole found on a shelf stuff book in’ order. Another problem is that the cover may say one subject, and the real contents of the book may be completely different. After a short while you are surrounded by several stacks of books when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“You’re back, eh?” A low sultry voice comes from the doorway, causing you to leap to your feet knocking over a stack of books next to you.

You run over to the tall man giving him a hug. “I am so happy to see you. How are you? How is everyone?” you ask him as your left hand slides down his arm, fingers reaching around his hand to hold it in yours.

“Everyone is…good.” He says, trying to read the look on your face, deciphering why you won’t look him in the eyes.

You let go of his hand as Balthus barges into the room. The big lug grabs you, holding you tightly against his chest. “Hey cutie! Glad you’re back in town!” you can feel his chest vibrating with every word as he nearly squeezes the life out of you.

“Good. Leggo.” You squeak as he finally loosens his grip so that you can breathe again.

“Finally decided to come back to us eh? What brings you down here?” Balthus asks

“Psychokinetic escutcheon” you casually respond.

“Uh sure.” He says scratching his head. “More of that deep magic stuff, huh.”

“Exactly.” You grin.

“Well, if you have the time, meet up for a couple of drinks. We all need to catchup with each other.“ he grins, scratching the back of his head.

“You got it, big guy.” You smile as Balthus leaves.

“So what have you been doing, friend? It’s been 5 years.” Yuri asks with a really good poker face.

You cast a telekinesis spell that allows you to grab stacks of books to put them back on shelves, clearing a path to walk around. “Right after the war started, my parents freaked out. Took me from here and dragged me back to Morfis. Morfis is nothing but a bunch of lazy and chickenshit mages. Why fight when you can hide is their philosophy. So I was dragged back and hit the studies hard. The only reports we would get in would be how devastating everything was, everything was burning or blown up. Making my parents even more protective of me. I did learn quite a bit. Rearranged some of their defensive spells to work in other ways. Hopefully I will have some surprises for the Empire should they attack. Anyway, took me forever to find a way away from them, get on a boat, back to Fodlan and finally here. “

“So you’ve crossed continents and countries, just to find yourself crawling around down here in Abyss?” Yuri smirks.

“Yeah, why not?” you chuckle. “Everyone here has helped me so much. I feel like I owe all of you my life. I know I owe you, you’ve saved me from my own stupid actions in battle, jumping in without thinking.”

Yuri stands with fake shock across his face. “You are an imposter! What have you done with (y/n)? She would never admit to being wrong!”

You laugh at him. “Hey, I can mature a bit you know. Realize I made mistakes, I was reckless. I’m working on being better in the defense category. Being responsible and there for all of my dear friends and loved ones.” You blush.

“I’m happy to have a few minutes with you alone, once Constance catches wind that you are here, I probably won’t see either of you for weeks.” The purple haired man tilts his head, taking in the changes in your appearance since he had last seen you.

“Well, we can talk now for a bit before she finds me, eh?” You snicker, hiding your smile behind your hand.

“Do what you want. I just came here for a good book.” He grabs a book off the shelf and turns to leave.

You look crushed. You’ve missed everyone for so long and fought hard to get here for this? To have him treat you like chump change? You turn away and sit on one of the stacks of books you had piled around you. Unfortunately, your stacking was not as straight as it could be, suddenly you are tumbling over before you know it. You throw your hands above your head waiting for it to smack against the bannister.

Instead you are caught in Yuri’s strong arms and lifted up against his broader than before chest.

“Changed my mind. Now I have something better to take back with me.” Yuri says as he carries you out of the library.

 ****************

This started as a oneshot. Then my daughter saw the title and wants me to write for all of the Mighty Morfis Power Mages/Rangers/Idunno. I am torn. 

BLue: Dimitri Lion

Yellow: Claude, Deer

Red: Edelgard, Eagle

Green: Flayn, Fish

Purple: Yuri Wolf 

It would probably be best to start something new if I go there. 

This story could continue on its own. Who knows.

[the-house-of-the-nine]

LFC / RP ---- The Serpent Inquisitor

The Basics ––– –

Name: Lazarius Kash’ebahl

Alias: Nestor Blacksun

Nickname(s): Laz / Lazzy-boy / Serpent / Inquisitor

Age: Irrelevant and Undetermined (Ask why.)

Birthday: January 11th

Race: Quel’dorei

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single  [Divorced Once]

Relationship Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

First Appearances:  Lazarius is an out of place being that belongs among the nobility of Quel’thalas or Stormwind, but due to his desire to reach new people and those who are seeking salvation after the world had been completely wrought with War, he sticks out like a sore thumb in Orgrimmar.  The Inquisitor wears the finest of robes, violets and amethysts, ebony and dark onyx.  And adorns his vestments with Saronite armor plates and chains.   

Hair: Long Shoulder Length Chestnut Brown Hair.

Hair in Disguise:  Usually a Light Gold.

Eyes: Pure Black with flecks of sparkling whites and blues.

Eyes in Disguise: Cerulean.

Height: 72 inches.

Build: Slender, Lean, Gaunt, Lithe, yet still Toned.

Scent: He wears a combined scent of Sandalwood and Clove that masks the lingering magical aroma of death and void that seems to connect to him.

Distinguishing Marks: None that are visible without disrobing.  His upper body is wrought with lashings both front and back from his upbringing and training.  He has words in Shath’yar that have been branded with hot iron onto his flesh.  He has runic symbols that have been carved into his skin ritualistically. 

Tattoos: He has used a snake like scaled helix pattern tattoo across his arms and upper body to try and cover most of the damage done to him through his upbringing. 

Piercings:  Three Silver hoops all gauged 8mm in both ears, with a set of sterling Shal’dorei ear sheathes over the tips.

Common Accessories:   His hands and arms are wrapped in a blackish almost ethereal like gauze.  On his right hand index finger you will notice a razor sheath that covers the finger like a gauntlet.  It has a clawed point on its end.     

Personal Information––– –

Alliance Profession:  Owner and Operator of “Curiosities & Collections” which is a front antique and rare goods store in Stormwind.

Horde Profession:  Standing true to the nature of his families heritage and fortune; House Kash’ebahl is one of the most efficient and renowned logistical experts in the procurement and shipping of rare cloth, antiques and spice.

Financial Status:  Vastly Wealthy

Hobbies:  Research  || Experimentation || Reading/Painting || Piano || Observing the Populace

Languages:   Thalassian || Orcish || Dwarvish || Common || Bits and pieces of others due to his Order allowing all races.

Residence: The Bastille - Deep beneath Northrend.

Birthplace: Quel'Thalas

Religion: Cosmic

Vices:  Women / Power / Knowledge

Fears:   Losing his empire and the people who’ve helped him, essentially his family. || Abandonment || Drowning ||

Vulnerabilities: 

Relationships ––– -

Spouse/Significant other(s): Of the none sexual and deeper connections, the main women in his life currently are @whatadarkbitch​ [ Verzatea Duskflame, his oldest and dearest friend, ally and confidant.  Also the mother of his child.] and his Prime @frompage112​ [Raven, who is his student and successor hopefully.  She is normally always with him.]

Children: Brinys Duskflame

Parents:  Varianna Kash’ebahl (Mother - Status - Deceased)  Pytharius Kash’ebahl (Father - Status- Deceased)  

Siblings: Pyravari Kash’ebahl ( Twin Sister - Undead ) , Siida-Ray Kash’ebahl ( Youngest Sister - Alive ) , Kretus Dark ( Half Brother - Alive) , Vallah Kash’ebahl ( Younger Brother - Unknown )

Other Relatives: Raelyndia Duskhollow ( Former Misterest of The Nine, and Keeper,  Presumed Deceased for good)

Friends/Acquaintances: Pyravari Kashebahl @pyravari-kashebahl​, Koltun Ancientveil @thebladeitself​, Verzatea Duskflame @whatadarkbitch​, Siida Kashebahl @siidaraykashebahl​, Raven @frompage112​, Jursol @bloodhuntressjursol​ , Pame MylBrin @miss-irascible​

Pets:

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Poly / Pan

Preferred Emotional Role: Dominant

Preferred Sexual Role: Dominant

Libido: Existent?

Turn ons:    Intelligence || Danger || Power Struggle || Confidence

Turn offs: Arrogance || Cowardice || Impolite and Crass || Ignorance || 

Love Language:  Lazarius does not actively hunt for anything in particular.  He often finds himself being drawn to women who display power on their own accord yet enjoy a partner who can sexually take control.  He does prefer women simply because of his conditioning, there is a bit of a complex there.

Relationship Tendencies:  Unlike most who find multiple partners to be strictly a sexual nature; Lazarius finds that having multiple relationships is healthy for a creature of his making.  Some are non-sexual at all.  A strong bond that is romantic yet restricts sexual advance.  Gaining nurturing, love and affection.  While others become increasingly more passionate and lustful, leading to a romance that borders on the physical.  Lazarius is a being that will find and latch onto those he is attracted to and devote himself to that person when they are together.  And that role they fill for one another is specific to them.  He will cherish it.  

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Personality:  He is reserved and often times will sit off to the side watching and observing.  He will hunt out and seek those who are rejecting the normal way of society and attempt to contact them to begin a dialog.  When he is approached or interacted with; Lazarius is dangerously intelligent, well spoken and charming.

Smoking Habit: None

Drugs: None

Alcohol: Not often, getting to know him you will know why he cannot drink.  And if he is, you should also know why.

RP Hooks ––– –

Can be found in:  Orgrimmar, Stormwind, and Quelthalas. 

Seeking Refuge:  Apostates, Rogue Wizards, Those wanted by the Law?  Or simply someone who is no longer allowed to practice a certain type of magic.  Lazarius is seeking those people actively to try and bolster his numbers within his flock once more. 

The Antique Store: If you are Alliance, and on the hunt for something mysterious; perhaps even dangerous, Lazarius may have it.  “Curiosities & Collections” is located somewhere in the Dwarven District and only seems to show its red door with a serpent shaped knocker to those who seek to find the rare, and unusual. 

Dark Magic:  While this is not the best hook for him, Lazarius will sometimes be drawn to or draw in those who are giving off or noticing his dark energies.  This is often times the people who wish to try and assume he is evil, while in retrospect he wants nothing more than to be left in piece.  Having changed his Cultist ways long ago and broke free of their control.

OOC  ––– –  

Lazarius is available for Tumblr and in-game RP.  Just make sure you shoot me a heads up first as I don't actively RP in either much like I used to.  Discord is my most frequent and easy way to contact and respond.  I always have my mobile app on, and I tend to respond much quicker in RP there.

I’m always open to new plots and contacts, whether it’s long-term story arcs or a  simple one-off interaction, so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d  like to set something up!  It should be noted that The Nine and Lazarius have a very lengthy and detailed past expanding all the way back to TBC.  Everything we have written and discuss in our discord channel and Tumblr is all actual events that have happened that carry over for our multiple people and characters.  We would gladly welcome newcomers who wish to RP in a casual long term story arch that branches out and webs all of our characters together.

Tagging: @frompage112​

@bloodhuntressjursol​

@siidaraykashebahl​

@whatadarkbitch​

@pyravari-kashebahl​

@thebladeitself​

[winchesterandpie]

Your Hand in My Hand (Fili x reader)

Pairing: Modern!Fili x reader

Modern!AU

Word Count: 1876

Warnings: pretty much just fluff!

A/N: So, guess who forgot until now that today is Fili Friday? That’s right, this girl! But I remembered, so you actually get this on Fili Friday! Based on the song “Die A Happy Man” by Thomas Rhett - it came on my spotify and this just kinda... happened? (Btw, link goes to the music video) Anyways, it hasn’t really been proofread, but hopefully there aren’t any glaring errors. Gif is not mine (got it from Google). Lyrics are in italics. Hope you enjoy!

Baby last night was hands down

One of the best nights

That I've had no doubt

Between the bottle of wine

And the look in your eyes and the Marvin Gaye

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin' rain

“Fili, look! It’s raining!” you nudged his arm excitedly as the falling droplets began to sound against the porch roof above them, though it didn’t drown out the old radio next to you.

“I see it, love,” Fili chuckled. You were too fascinated by the rain pouring down just a few feet away from you to see him looking down softly at you. He could live on the sight of you lighting up at the little joys you took from life. 

“Well? Don’t just sit there! C’mon!” You were slipping out from under his arm, standing up from the porch swing before he could react.

“What are you doing?”

“You promised me a dance in the rain! I’m cashing it in!” 

“Love, it’s pouring,” he said as though you couldn’t see it. 

“That’s… that’s the point, Fee.”

“I don’t want you catching hypothermia.” You grinned up at him, utterly unconcerned about the possibilities, your only care in the world was getting to dance with Fili in the rain. 

“I… Just one, alright?” You were his only soft spot, as his brother often teased him when they visited. He let you tug him up from his seat, using his other hand to turn up the music before pulling you into him with surprising speed. 

His hand on your hip was probably the only thing keeping you from melting into him as you tried to keep up with him through the twists and turns. It wasn’t long before you were both soaked, your hair plastered to your head. Fili was still a little worried about your hypothermia risk but as your grin continued to sparkle up at him, his concern was fading to the background. 

When you giggled… oh when he heard you laugh with that reckless abandon, he was lost. One song turned into two, and more inevitably followed as you drowned in each other and the music.

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough

That all I need in this life is your crazy love

If I never get to see the Northern lights

Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night

Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand

Baby, I could die a happy man

A happy man, baby, hmm

The next morning, Fili looked over at you, still sound asleep on the other side of the bed. The lazy sunlight hadn’t disturbed you yet, allowing him a few more precious moments to trace the contours of your face with his adoring gaze. 

When you stirred, he immediately was concerned that he’d made some noise that disturbed you, but all you did was shift closer to him, cuddling into his chest before settling back down. Gently, he dropped a kiss to the top of your head, seized with the urge to express how utterly and completely in love he was with you. In his heart, he knew there were no words that could ever convey it fully but nothing would keep him from taking every opportunity to try.

With you held securely in his arms, his mind wandered to the dreams he’d had before meeting you. Now, they looked like nothing more than amusing diversions, for he was content to give all of them up if it meant waking up with you in his arms like this every morning.

Baby and that red dress brings me to my knees

Oh but that black dress makes it hard to breathe

You're a saint, you're a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece

It's too good to be true, nothing better than you

In my wildest dreams

Fili heard your footsteps on the stairs, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight of you. The black dress fit you just right and his breath hitched as you came toward him. 

“Is it ok?” You sounded nervous, almost timid as you asked, unsure how to interpret his stare.

“Darling, you…” He shook his head wonderingly, crossing the distance between you and grasping your upper arms as he looked you up and down again. Eventually, he realized he didn’t have words and opted to touch his forehead to yours instead. Blush spread across your cheeks faintly at the sheer depth of love in his gaze.

“How did I get so lucky?” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours with every word until he gave in and kissed you thoroughly.

I don't need no vacation, no fancy destination

Baby, you're my great escape

We could stay at home, listen to the radio

Or dance around the fireplace

Fili could really do with a vacation. That’s what he told himself as he returned from work, tired of dealing with the endless meetings, uncooperative colleagues, and clients that were occasionally downright rude.

You knew something was off when you heard the door shut and Fili didn’t call out a greeting to you as he usually did. Just as well you’d decided to make his favorite for dinner when you’d gotten off work early today. Still, his sweet tooth made you think it might be better to take him a plate of dessert first. Going with that idea, you cut a slice of the confection for the both of you.

He didn’t look over as you set the dessert on the side table, barely reacting as you settled next to him on the couch. 

“You wanna talk about it?” you offered quietly. Fili shook his head but finally turned to you, allowing you to see the exhaustion written over every inch of him. Gently, but insistently, you tugged him into your embrace. 

Slowly, he melted into you, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck as your fingers carded through his hair. You smiled as Fili pressed a soft kiss where his lips rested on your skin, muttering a quiet “Thank you” against your neck.

Later in the evening, when dinner was gone and second helpings of dessert had disappeared from the plates, it was like the day at work and its gloom had disappeared as well. Your wildly exaggerated impression of an interaction at work had left him in stitches of laughter, and you were satisfied that he was alright. 

Doing the dishes together, the radio was on in the background as it so often was. His arms slid around your waist and you turned to face him. You giggled at the feigned indignant noise he made when you buried your soap-bubbly fingers into his blond hair.

Only you could ever make him feel weightless like this, make his troubles vanish as easily as the rising sun banished the night’s darkness.

And if I never get to build my mansion in Georgia

Or drive a sports car up the coast of California

Well if all I got is your hand in my hand

Baby, I could die a happy man

Strolling through the park, Fili couldn’t help but admire how you seemed to glow in the light of the lampposts. In all the time he’d known you, you’d turned his world upside down in so many ways. Plans he’d made long ago lay forgotten in distant memory. He found he didn’t mind the loss, so long as he had you smiling at him like you were now. 

Sure, he’d taken you on what he would consider the most romantic date of your relationship so far (not to pat himself on the back or anything), but it didn’t matter if all he’d done was put his arm around your shoulder absentmindedly at home. You always looked at him like he was your world. You certainly were his. 

Impulsively, he grasped your hand tighter and pulled you off the main path toward a less frequented one. 

“Fee, wait up! You know I can’t keep up in these shoes!” you giggled as you stumbled along after him.

“Sorry, love.” He grinned a little sheepishly, consciously slowing his pace so you were beside him. “I got excited.”

You didn’t say anything, but time seemed to slow for Fili as you returned a fond smile. That was all he needed to solidify his resolve as he slowed to a stop. You didn’t notice immediately, going a few steps farther before realizing he was no longer by your side.

“Fee?”

As you turned, your hand lifted to your mouth when you saw him on one knee in front of you. Blue eyes nervously met yours as his words seemed to stick in his throat. His stomach felt like it was full of butterflies? No, more like it was filled to the brim with hyperactive dragons.

“Y/N, I… I love you,” he started, nerves settling when he saw the emotion in your sparkling eyes. “Life’s been better since you’ve been by my side. I don’t mean that it’s necessarily gone smoothly because there was the time when the apartment caught fire, and the other time when I got fired, and then the one time we decided to go camping and nature decided there should be a blizzard… in September…” Fili cut himself off in the middle of his ramblings when you loosed a watery chuckle at the memories. 

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t really care what happens after this, because I know that I could get through anything so long as I’ve got your hand in my hand,” His blue gaze never left yours while he pulled the ring from his pocket before continuing. “So what do you say? Will you face it all with me? Will you marry me, love?”

Your mouth opened, but no words came out, so you shut it again and just nodded. You reached out with both hands as you approached him, falling into his embrace when you were close enough. He missed the feel of you as he pulled back just enough to cradle your cheek in his hand for a moment, brushing away the tears that slipped free. 

Just when he didn’t think it got any better, when he was ready to wish he could freeze that moment forever with you, you surged forward to kiss him and the world faded. You kissed him soundly, inexpressibly joyous and so in love with Fili. 

When the two of you finally parted slowly, you nudged his nose with yours as your eyes sparkled gleefully, not quite ready for it to be over. Gently, he lifted your left hand to press a kiss to the knuckles before sliding the ring onto your finger. 

Eventually, of course, you had to return to your apartment, so he offered his hand for you to take. Without hesitation, you intertwined your fingers with his, impulsively leaning close to steal another quick kiss to his lips before allowing him to lead the way home. As you walked hand in hand, he gazed wonderingly down at you, unsure exactly how he’d gotten so lucky as to have you love him so. 

And oh how he loved you in return.

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[ymiwritesstuff]

A Traitor to The Country

This was requested by the wonderful @fortune-fool02, I hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for once again requesting!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 7: Steel Ball Run

Gyro Zeppeli x Valentine’s Daughter!Reader

Summary: You had your suspicions about the Steel Ball Run race and those suspicions only grew once you entered said race. However your travels almost come to an end when your biggest secret is revealed.

Notes: Spoilers for Part 7

The Steel Ball Run race was no ordinary race as it was filled with unexpected and dangerous events that forced the unfit racers to retire early on. Every day survival was the main objective and the constant enemy stand attacks kept you on edge the entire time. You had your suspicions about the race from the very beginning and your father’s desire to keep you far away from it led you to believe that the race had a deeper purpose. And your desire to find out exactly what that purpose was, caused you to sneak out of the watchful eyes of your father and join Steel Ball Run.

You had to stay cautious not only due to the dangerous mystery surrounding the true purpose of the race but also because you absolutely had to keep your identity hidden as your father would follow the course of the race, keeping his eyes on the thing he was pursuing, which you later found out to be the Holy Corpse. Still, you had to thank your father for not allowing you to appear in public too much. Valentine preferred to keep his personal life and relations hidden away to maintain his strong presence as the President and thanks to this, you could somewhat rest easy knowing that the common folk wouldn’t be able to recognize you.

And fortunately for you the two males you found yourself traveling with, Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli, didn’t know of your true identity and that’s how it was supposed to be. All they needed to know was that you were an ally helping them to find the corpse parts. The only thing you cared about was keeping the Holy Corpse away from your father as during the race you had quickly realized just how much blood he was willing to shed as the assassins he sent out were more than willing to put an end to the three of you.

Leaving your usual boring surroundings also gave you an opportunity to feel an immense sensation of freedom as well as a feeling of thrill and excitement you had never experienced. Even though your mission was under quite grim circumstances, you had to admit, this was.. Refreshing. Being in Johnny and Gyro’s company was definitely delightful, though you found yourself growing closer with the latter.

Gyro was.. Interesting, to say the least. You weren’t even sure why he attracted you so much, but there was just something about him that caught your eye. He was cocky, reckless and sometimes downright rude, but one thing was clear, he was determined to get his hands on the corpse and you had promised to help him in any way you could. However you could never let him know about your relation to the President as you were sure the Italian would not take the news well. And that thought of him finding out scared you more than you thought.

~

The heavy rain poured on you, the thunder distantly rumbling around you and the two males. Blackmore’s heavy breathing could be heard even through the piercing sound of the rain, the man laying on the ground with blood spilling from his fresh wounds, his stand that took the form of a mask, shattered. He would die soon. You glance over at Lucy, who was crying uncontrollably, seemingly traumatized from the recent events. Poor girl. You were fortunate that she hadn’t recognized your features that you were hiding under a hood, but still, your heart was hammering in your chest, an uneasy feeling slowly absorbing you.

Blackmore spits out more blood, which makes your eyes look at him. So this was yet another stand user your father had sent after you? They were getting more and more powerful and you already dreaded the thought of having to fight more of them or even your father himself.

The uneasy feeling bugging you only increases when your father’s henchman locks his eyes with yours, immediately making something ignite within them. “Y-you..” His trembling hand stretches and points at you, making your eyes widen. No. Please no. You grab the edge of your hood and pull it, in an attempt to hide your face more. This doesn’t seem to work though as the man before you continues his attempt to utter words:

“Th-the President’s.. d-daughter.. i-is-” Suddenly, the loud sound of a gunshot rips through the air and Blackmore finally goes limp, blood leaking from the new would on his head. The three others look at you, shock plastered across their features. Your hand that holds the pistol is trembling, smoke rising from the muzzle and your breathing is almost as heavy as the now fading rain once was. Your heart is pounding so hard it feels as if it’s about to rip through your ribcage. This was bad. Your secret had just been revealed and you know for a fact Gyro had heard those quiet words of the now deceased man.

“What he hell did he just say?!” Gyro looks at you, but you’re unable to look back at him as you’re too focused on processing what just had happened. A sudden breeze blows your hood away almost intentionally, revealing your features that you’re sure the blonde girl next to you recognizes. Your guess is confirmed to be true when you hear her quiet gasp.

“You’re.. (Name) Valentine. President Valentine’s daughter.” Lucy’s words painfully pierce you and your identity is revealed and confirmed to Johnny and Gyro. Your eyes quickly move to look at the Italian, his enraged and shocked expression painfully burning your insides. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

“So you’re telling me that you are that asshole’s daughter?! Look at me and tell me that’s not true (Name)!” Gyro’s voice is mixed with disbelief and anger, twisting your stomach in increasing anxiety. Your mouth stays shut and you can already feel the tears start to form in your (E/C) eyes. If only you could say that it was not true but no words come out of your mouth, only increasing Gyro’s frustration. 

“Gyro.. Please.. I’m sorry..” Why didn’t you tell him? Why didn’t you just tell him? It would’ve at least been better than this. He was angry, not only about the fact that you were related to his biggest enemy but also because you had kept all of it a secret from him. Gyro felt betrayed and being lied to was definitely something he didn’t tolerate well. How was he supposed to know that you weren’t going to kill him and Johnny?

“Sorry?! Yeah, now you’re sorry ‘cause your little secret has finally been revealed!” Hearing his words only increase the amount of guilt you feel, your fast heartbeat ringing in your ears like a loud bell. You can’t say anything. What can you say? Sorry? That didn’t seem to work. You understand Gyro’s anger and can only blame yourself for causing it. A part of you just wishes to disappear and retreat back to your normal life. No. You can’t just give in. You have gotten this far and you had to do something.

“I never meant any harm! Please Gyro, I just want to make sure the corpse doesn’t end up in my father’s hands!” Your promise to help Gyro was genuine and you were determined to keep your promise. You would never do anything to harm him or Johnny and right now, the true challenge was convincing Gyro that you were not an enemy as the understandably probably thought.

“My father is a horrible person and I will not allow him to get the corpse.” You force your tears away and replace them with a determined gaze you without a doubt inherited from your father and focus that gaze on the Italian. “He may think his actions are those of justice but he has spilled far too much innocent blood and I refuse to just stand by and do nothing!” Gyro stays quiet and those tiny flecks of anger were still more than apparent in his emerald green eyes but the good thing is that he’s listening to you and hopefully also believing your words.

“So please, Gyro.. Let me stay by your side..” It was thanks to Gyro and Johnny that you had been able to get this far and if they were to abandon you now, you would never be able to accomplish your mission. You wanted to help them. Help him.

Gyro looks at you and notices your unrelenting gaze that seems to drill itself into the deepest parts of his mind. He recalls the time he met you and remembers you holding that same look in your eyes, only now it seems much more intense. You had shown no signs of aggression and he has never felt unsafe when around you. If you were an enemy, you would have already killed them. He has always deemed himself to be good at reading people and right now, your expression holds no signs of malice or wickedness.

With a sigh, he mounts Valkyrie yet again and returns his gaze to you. “We should get going. If you want to keep those corpse parts out of your father’s reach, you have to find the parts first.” When your face lits up in utter disbelief Gyro can’t help but to crack a small smile. He always felt strange warmth coating his insides whenever you were happy or excited and this time was no exception. You mount (Horse’s name) and look at Gyro once again, eternally grateful for allowing you to continue your travels with him and Johnny. You were a traitor to your father and your country, but you had promised yourself to not let anything deter you.

Even though Gyro was frustrated just a moment ago, he’s delighted to realize that you were nothing like your father and secretly hopes to see you surpass him and hopefully kick his ass as you had just shown how well you can wield a gun.

..Or maybe the latter is something he’d do himself.

[venxmedina]

hellllo family :~) guess who’s baaaack !! it’s chelly, with my sassy little babie venice, whom i love very much and hopefully you do, too !! she’s a fun one to go out with, will flirt with you, takes up dance studio time whenever she can, and isn’t afraid to voice her opinions. i’m so excited to get her back into the swing of things, since i am bringing her back from a smol hiatus !! like this or shoot me a message if you’d like to plot :pleading fc: :~)

— && guests may mistake me as ( camila mendes ), but really i am ( venice medina + cis female + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 3/31/1995 ). i am applying for the ( housekeeper ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( 213 ). i should be hired because i am ( charming & witty ), but i can also be ( cunning & dramatic ) at times. personally, i like to ( go shopping, attend dance classes & practice self care ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work.

okay before this gets waaaay too long lmfao here’s a TL:DR of venice, her pinterest board, and her connection page 

venice is a spoiled rich girl who mommy & daddy never really paid much attention to except when it came to succeeding in life and she responded to that by partying and being a wild child tbqh, resulting in her parents cutting her off and forcing her to take on a real job at the malnati. she’s returning after her grandfather passed, which essentially turned into just another instance of her parents controlling her life and not trusting her to take care of herself or the medina family name. she’s resentful of them bc they never rlly believed in her and instead treated her more-so as a pawn to advance their family's position which is a lil dehumanizing as a daughter and she's now determined to prove them wrong and actually make something of herself. her parents put her into ballet classes from such a young age and although most of anything they made her do has mostly been tainted now, dance is the one thing that's stuck and brings her so much joy and purpose so she still takes classes & is in search of a permanent partner to compete with.  she’s more than just a pretty lil rich girl, like she does have a heart ( kind of a big one but lowkey tho asdlfj ), but she's also got a bit of an identity crisis now that she's fully on her own and not under the influence of her parents or with the comfort of her brother, and that's ... different. kind of a cold bitch, but she’s charming and sociable and has a good heart but she’s guarded and afraid of getting hurt.

here is her pinterest board & her connection page <3 i’d especially love some hookup buds, a dance partner, childhood enemy, one night stands, fake relationships, fiesty friends, frenemies, and just about anything tbh :~)

tw: drugs & alcohol mention, neglect, death

*:･ﾟ･✧･ who am i?: the medina family fortune was founded during the gold rush era in which the family immigrated from brazil and were talented metal-workers who could turn such raw materials into works of sheer beauty. jewelry, picture frames, gold plated toilet seats and architectural elements alike - everyone in hollywood wanted something made by the medinas. their prominence never weaned, either. throughout the decades, the family fortune has amassed well beyond anyone’s wildest dreams and therefore money is barely to be considered to the medinas despite them still understanding the value of a dollar earned. given the diversity in which the wealth is spread, and the investments that it has been used to make, it is obvious that they are a family of considerable wealth making up the upper class. their high-rise in the upper east side really says it all. this was the world that venice was introduced to, and quite frankly, it was all she had ever known. her guarded building was as much as she was allowed to venture out into for many a year, where the doorman was a babysitter and mrs. winters’ dog a few floors down was a friend. of course, there were a few other kids in her building whose parents were either fond or jealous of the medinas, so until she went to school venice did get to socialize with kids her own age too. her older brother, lucca, was one of her biggest saving graces. he was one of the only people in her life that truly gave her the time of day, and as much as it pained venice to be constantly overlooked by her parents in favor of lucca, he was her best friend. for all intents and purposes, he was the only medina who made her feel like she even had a family, and if there's anyone she's more loyal to than anyone else, it'd him. but per her education, venice attended private schools in the city throughout her life, even being tutored by some of the most highly reputable and paid retired teachers in the entire state for extra attention. getting a proper education was more important to her parents than it was to venice, so she put in the minimal effort needed. it wasn’t as if she was ever going to be given a failing grade, and it wasn't as though an A on a paper was going to garner her parents' attention for long ( if at all - it was what was expected of her ). the girl knew of her influence and the power her family held from an early age. whatever she wanted, she got, and that was the precedent that had been set from infancy. whatever would get her to stop whining, that’s what she got.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ attention to detail: half of the battle for venice, though, throughout her life, was garnering her parent’s attention. her father was a proven, accomplished businessman who was often out of the state or city to tend to whatever firm needed his attention. her mother was a socialite who was more concerned with keeping up the image of a perfect household than actually tending to one. it wasn’t that there was a lack of love for her, from her parents, it was just rather that care was seldom expressed when venice so desperately needed it. she had spent more time with nannies and tutors and tennis instructors than she did her own parents, and that left a vacancy in her heart. naturally, her relationship with her brother was one that she worked on every day; they were thick as thieves and everyone knew the medina siblings. but, she couldn't follow her brother all day for the rest of her life, and as much as his love helped fill some of those voids in her heart, it wasn't always enough, either. she sought out their attention in so many different avenues. whether that be through ballet dance recitals, throwing temper tantrums if she wasn’t getting her way, leaving notes on her mother and father’s pillows … venice really tried all of it. and sure, she would occasionally get some kind of attention in return, but it was usually fleeting and uninspiring. they favored lucca in just about every aspect, and expected him to carry on the family name, line, and company so in a lot of ways - he took precedence. and this wasn’t dissimilar to the experiences of some of the people she called her friends at the time. her parents were busy people who didn’t have much time to deal with the handful of a daughter that they had.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ to be needed: this is where much of venice’s neediness has stemmed from. she truly does seek out those who are more likely to give her attention, to feed into her, even though she has been taken advantage of time and time again over the years. it’s not something she is even consciously aware of, it’s mostly just something that happens. or at least that’s how it started out. even to this day it can be difficult for venice to understand what a mutually beneficial relationship looks like, but that doesn’t mean she’s incapable of learning. for a long time, the people who wanted to be in her life also wanted access to the lavish lifestyle that follows her. this often meant that so many of venice’s ‘friendships’ were hollow, and merely existed to the benefit of the other person. it took awhile before venice started to realize that all of the trips she took people on, the random shopping sprees, the VIP bottle service, the ‘borrowed’ gucci and hermes - it was all for nothing. it wasn’t until she graduated that all of this dawned on the girl, but it did. and while she still feels that aching need to be surrounded by others, to be validated in some way, she is far more guarded now and protective of herself; she isn’t just going to be used by anyone ever again, and that lesson is one she holds very close to her heart. which she’d personally describe as a cold one if only to protect it.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ reckless abandon: but … speaking of, like so many of our favorite little rich girls, venice has always been a rebellious one. it started when she was a sixteen year old who had access to her own limo and could go wherever the hell she wanted. she had met plenty of other affluent sons and daughters of her parent’s pals by that point, and they had their own sort of ‘code’ amongst them. she started experimenting with drugs and alcohol at an early age and since it was what everyone else was doing, it allowed her to be a part of the club, and that’s what she was searching for. it warranted attention from the paparazzi, from these other so-called ‘friends’ of hers. her beach house in the hamptons was her playground every weekend during the summer and it was good she had a maid service on speed dial because after her friends were through on a sunday night, it was necessary. she'd grown to essentially need a bottle of titos if she were going out or a few bumps to get her through a night, and it was incredibly unhealthy, but it was one of those staples that made her feel better. even for a little. even in fleeting moments.

when she was graduating from her private academy and just turning 18, the need and desire to escape her family's imposing pressures and lack of care grew deeply. she knew that she wanted to escape to the west coast, and after spending far too many weekends jet-setting all over the country, the dry heat that filed the arizona air was appealing to her. she was miles away from her parent's, but still close enough to the beach and access to all the funds she could ever ask for. she was a party girl who barely attended classes and it was her family name that mostly got her through the couple of years that she even attended. she spent most of her time shopping, getting high, and drinking all night long. perhaps what was the most shocking was the relationship venice found herself in. he was a football player, older, undoubtedly gorgeous, and one of the kindness people venice had ever met ... up until meeting mason, she had basically only been surrounded by people who wanted to use her and didn't genuinely give a shit about her at the end of the day; they were in it for themselves, and mason was the exact opposite. he considered her, was far more mature than most of the people she'd ever spent time with, and she latched onto that breath of positivity and openness that was mason davis. even till this day, her relationship with mason was the longest one she'd ever found herself in, and to put it simply: she fell in love and she fell hard. some of her fondest memories were cheering him on at every game, celebrating the wins, and introducing him to anyone she could who was in the professional scene because she believed in him more than anyone else. he was unlike anyone she'd ever met before and cared for him more than she could understand; he was her first true relationship, someone who deserved to be her one and only, and while it terrified her how much she felt for him, she thought it was all reciprocal - so what was there to worry about? well, the night to worry came. and it was when mason broke up with her - supposedly, with his graduation date coming, he wanted to spare her the hurt ... but, in reality, all it did was shatter the girl's heart at twenty years old and it's never fully recovered since.

it didn't take long for venice to go off the deep end after the breakup ... being at the university of arizona was way too much, and every memory that used to bring her nothing but happiness was tainted. every ounce of personal growth that she had worked on seem to vanish overnight, and she was just angry, and hurt, and it was like all of those moments her parents made her feel like she wasn't enough - they were right. and still ... she needed home, to go home, to be surrounded by people who she was familiar with and who she knew would let her lean on them ... even if there were only a couple of people back home who'd comfort her, even if it was just lucca, she needed to go back to the city she knew like the back of her hand. even to be surrounded by people who'd pretend to care about her just for a night in her lifestyle. so she put in a transfer application to NYU, and yet again, it was her family name and pedigree that got her into the school. and attending NYU ... well it wasn't much better and when she first started at UoA. she’d hook up with anyone who she deemed interesting and the next night she was onto someone new. she was almost desperate in getting over mason in the only way she knew how ... getting under someone else. and she did a whole lot of that. everyone knew who she was on the party scene and you either hated venice or loved venice - but no matter what, you knew who she was. and that's how she survived her last two years ... making the rounds, living it up, partying and relying on her favorite substances .. it wasn't good, and it wasn't pretty, but it was what she knew best and that's what she reverted to at the time.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ riptide: anytime she could garner his parent’s attention with her reckless escapades, it was a win. that’s what she wanted. she wanted their attention, no matter what way she could get it, and there was something extremely fun in the process of getting it. but as she got older, her parents stopped caring as much. they knew venice wasn’t making healthy choices, spent too much time partying and out all night rather than studying, that she probably was crying over for something or someone, but that wasn’t what they were most concerned with. no, they were more concerned with the tabloids and the family’s reputation - that’s why they weren't paying venice any attention while she was away at NYU. they’d threaten to cut her off and that she would no longer be apart of their family if she continued to act this way in public. whether it was in a headline or on social media, she was being filmed and photographed acting out and being a truly spoiled brat which wasn’t the image that her family so desperately sought to protect.

*:･ﾟ･✧･this is growing up: it has been a true emotional rollercoaster between venice and her parents - constantly struggling to support their daughter and ‘set her on the right path’ versus venice’s ‘devil may care’ attitude. so many of her parents threats have been empty, and she had never truly thought that in all of their attempts to get her to be the picture perfect daughter that they wanted that they’d cut her off and force her to fend for herself. but, that’s exactly what happened. after graduating NYU with a degree in marketing, venice figured that her parents were get her in to one of the top agencies in the city and she would be able to live out her life with the top dogs like her father had. and for a long time, that is exactly what her parents had promised her. but then her graduation came and it was just after that she had pulled her biggest stunt and had stripped down on top of the bar at one of her parent’s fundraising events during a drunken stupor. that was truly a turning point in her relationship with her parents, considering just how badly she embarrassed them at their own fundraising event. and truly it all stemmed from that desire to be seen by them, by anyone, to be considered at all. the most they were concerned with when it came to venice was where she was going to be working and later living. they didn’t care that she was depressed, covering it up with partying and alcohol, that she wanted their love to be expressed and to feel as though she belonged to a real family. and she’s always known her life is wonderful compared to so many others, and there is guilt that comes from that, too, but still she couldn’t stop herself from acting out when she needed attention the most. and that is when her parents ultimately decided to cut her off - freeze her accounts, reposses her car, and force her to get a job that would actually put her back into the real world.

*:･ﾟ･✧･out here on my own: and really, that is how venice has ended up in chicago in the first place. the medinas are friends with the malnatis, and they agreed to take her on as an employee through the employee housing program and to ( most importantly ) get her away from mommy & daddy and out of The City. it’s the first time in her life where she’s without friends, money, or any sort of support. honestly, she feels quite abandoned by her family, as she looks at it like they got sick of dealing with her so they shipped her off elsewhere to be someone else’s problem. the resentment is there, and now more than ever venice is determined to show her parents that she doesn’t need them or their money, that she’s going to be capable of being on her own and working a medial job like being a maid without crawling back to them. sure, she’s going to hate cleaning up after people when she used to have a nanny who would tidy up her own place, as she truly has been spoiled, but she’s determined to grin and bare it before going back home. besides, so much of her life has been focused on gaining their attention, approval, to be validated by anyone, to be seen as something more than just a pretty face with a fat bank account … and while she hasn’t always helped herself to be seen in any other light, she’s consumed by the idea of doing so now. this is the first time in venice’s life where she isn’t under her parent’s thumb. where she isn’t constantly under the influence of some substance. where she isn’t doing something insanely foolish or unhealthy to try and gain the favor of someone whos approval requires chasing. she’s really just getting to live within her own skin, be herself and figure out what that looks like.

after working at the malnati for a handful of months, it was a family emergency that landed her back in new york ... her grandfather had passed, the true patriarch of the family, and that came with a lot of 'passing of the guard' within the medina family enterprise. it meant funerals, and meetings with lawyers, and memorial services, and rekindlings with her brother, and public appearances, and making statements and being interviewed for magazines, and it was then that venice had truly learned of her position in her family. while her grandfather had left her stock options in her name when he passed, and plenty for her to be able to live comfortably off of for the rest of her life, it was so written that it was contingent upon her father's disbursement of the stocks when he deemed she was so fit to handle them. so it was even in death, her family did not trust her enough to be able to handle herself. she was still considered reckless, unreliable, and unworthy of holding a stake in medina international ... while it wasn't anything new or surprising to venice, it still hurt just the same. because she'd spent the past year working on herself, away from the pressures of being a medina, separated from her family and essentially disowned by her own parents and even still, she found herself at their mercy once more. it would come at no surprise that she decided to leave it all behind her once more ... which is why she's returned to chicago, not as a guest at the malnati, but as an employee. as someone with aspirations and desires to move up in the world, once more on her own, once more with a heart she's nursing from lovers she's had to say goodbye to, once again without the support of her family, and furthermore with the wrath and persistence only a medina can procure.

*:･ﾟ･✧･it’s a new dawn: she still gives into her pleasures, whether that be sex or art or dancing, all of which she’s never been able to kick but she manages them well and enjoys them all the same. she is still a good time, someone fun to be around, and is always willing to get the party started no matter where she is. she’s kind of done it all, and while some of that has been left behind now that she’s got some different focuses in life, venice knows what makes her feel best and doesn’t want to deprive herself of that, either. she’s currently obsessed with her taking dance classes and is constantly updating her instagram followers on all that she can show them when she’s in the studio. after taking ballet classes for most of her life, she is quite good and likes to indulge in those, but her latest passion has been in salsa and hip hop. it’s not only a great workout to keep herself in shape but she likes the way she feels when she’s doing it, too. and piano lessons were big in her household, as her parents wanted her to be educated in the arts too, so she’s kept a keyboard lying around her things in case she ever feels a spark of desire to mess around on the keys.

*:･ﾟ･✧･it’s a new day: mostly, venice is a guarded gal who loves to have a good time and will absolutely give anyone a hard time when they deserve it. she’s dramatic, to a fault, and she knows it and could not care less. to quote, “i am who i am, and if you don’t like it then there’s the door.”. she’s loyal to the people that she decides she wants to have in her life, but will be very cautious about those she doesn’t trust right away, which can stem from some kind of experience of her own judgement since she does tend to operate off of preconceived notions of people until proven otherwise. and despite being crass, she can also be rather charming, and is a sociable person at her core so she will be willing to strike up conversations with whoever - but whether the conversation goes well or not is another thing. her ultimate weakness though is pretty people, as she is attracted to both men and women, and likes to engage in all kinds of relationships with anyone she thinks is attractive and interesting. so if she starts flirting with you, she has every intention on getting to know you one way or another. in truth, venice has a good heart, and it’s simply masked by a lot of vibrato and insecurity. her biggest fear is not being enough, and that’s so much of the reason why she’s never really tried to be anything. but since being cut off, and repeatedly cast aside by her family, she’s found this rejuvenated sense of desire to prove everyone wrong - that she is worth a damn, that she can work her way up the ladder and break out into the ‘real world’ on her own, that she’s enough.

also if you got this far honestly thank you asdkfalf i do not deserve you lmfao this has been a journey and if you had to suffer through all the typos i’ve likely made, i owe you <3

[qandnoablog]

Life on Sakaar (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Life on Sakaar: Discovered Short Story

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: Based on the movie - Avengers: Age of Ultron Thor: Ragnarok

Short story based on my other fan fiction: Discovered, so it’s best to read that one before starting on this! Click here if you want to go to Discovered (Marvel Imagine) Part 1

Part: 3/3 Part 1, 2, 3

Key: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 1,805

Summary: [Y/N] is still stranded on the alien planet Sakaar, finally adjusted to this odd way of life, when Loki barges into the picture! Now dealing with the once-enemy of Earth, how will her life on Sakaar change?

Note From Author: Finally part 3 is out! I’m so sorry that this took so much longer than I expected, but midterms really took a toll on me, so I had to postpone any further posts. That also means that I wasn’t able to catch up on any Marvel movies and will probably get to them during the summer. Hopefully I’ll be able to finish the Discovered series in the near future, but (again) no promises!

Part 3

He loved it when she got jumpy.

Loki had discovered it only a short while ago but whenever he crept up on her and whispered in her ear, her flustered reaction was so amusing. She was clearly not used to intimate interactions, which greatly pleased him for some strange reason, and the way her ears would turn a slight shade of pink made him want to tease her even more.

It had only been a little over a week when he came upon this entertaining quirk of [Y/N]’s but he had made that his latest greeting to her every chance he got. He thought he would tire of it eventually, but the feeling never seemed to lessen in the slightest. What made it even more interesting was that she never seemed to get used to it! Her reaction was always as fresh as the first. He would never admit it, but he hoped she would never change in that aspect.

After another few days, everything began to change. It all started when his brother arrived, breaking the sense of normality that he had finally established with her.

“He’s very popular back on Earth.”

Those were the words she told him. It was that answer and the shine in her eyes when she saw him arrive… That was an unsettling combination. He didn’t like it. Her refusal to answer his questions only irritated him more. Finally giving in to his impatience, he did something that he had avoided doing during his entire time on Sakaar. Using his mind tricks.

Her method of breaking from his control was both brutal and surprising. He could sense another power at work, helping her snap out of his hold, but it was too brief for him to identify it. That’s when he realized the pure rage seeping from her eyes. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt extremely guilty. That wasn’t normal for him. He never felt guilty using his magic on anyone, so why was [Y/N] any different?

She vanished before he could mend their broken relationship. He regretted his actions more and more the further she was. The distance between them that had gradually begun to close was ripped open by his careless actions. Loki was used to making enemies left and right, but for some reason he didn’t want her to be one.

For several hours, he tried to brush the discomfort aside, but it was impossible. Every glimpse of her, every eye contact she avoided… It flared the unease deep in his heart like a wildfire. He hated the feeling, but he didn’t know how to make it go away.

When she nearly fell off her chair after she saw Thor’s latest haircut, he was torn between admiring her reaction and feeling displeased at the questionable relation between her and his brother. Then, he sensed that power again. He briefly searched for the source when he realized… It was coming from her direction. When he glanced over, he noticed that [Y/N] was breaking out in sweat. He looked over at her, then his brother fighting in the arena below, and finally connected the dots. That’s when he realized... There were still many secrets about [Y/N] he still had not uncovered. The thought of that made him feel both excited and extremely uneasy. Did… Did Thor know more about her than he did?

The moment her eyes locked with his, he quelled the chaotic emotions raging within him and merely smiled and turned back to the fight. He could see the shaken expression on her pale face and didn’t continue to stare, knowing that it would only cause her more discomfort. Still, he didn’t know why he cared.

He sensed that power yet again as the battle reached its climax. Loki wasn’t going to turn towards her again, but then… Then he smelled the faint scent of blood. Immediately, as if it was a conditioned reaction, he turned to [Y/N].

She quickly hid her hands away, but the reddish hue was inescapable from his discerning eyes. When she clasped them together, ignoring her own wounds for his brother, he wanted to immediately storm towards her and drag her from the room. Such impulses were unlike him and he immediately capped them down. When she went weak with relief, knowing that Thor was alive, he could barely contain the anger boiling deep within him.

He didn’t know why he was feeling so irrational whenever it came to [Y/N].

Loki had to see her. He had to make sure she was alright. The thought of her injury nagged at him and prevented him from getting any sleep. His mind was in utter turmoil and he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Finally giving in, he made his way towards her room. Right when he was in front of her room, he realized that this was the first time he had ever been there.

Not allowing himself to think too deeply on the matter, he knocked on the door.

~

While immobilized on the cold, metallic floor, after his little disagreement with Thor, Loki couldn’t stop thinking about [Y/N].

Did she safely escape? Was she going to fight in a losing battle to try and prevent Ragnarok alongside Thor? Would his foolish, muscle-headed brother be able to keep her safe from harm? And why was he so worried about her when he, too, was in danger? The Grandmaster certainly wouldn’t be in a forgiving mood after all that had happened.

He could guess what he might be feeling towards the human, since he had taunted Thor about it several times after his banishment to Earth, but he didn’t want to accept it. He wanted to desperately refuse the mere possibility of it because… Because if he accepted it, he’d have to also accept the pain that accompanied it.

The pain of the questionable relationship between her and his brother. The pain of knowing that she no longer trusted him because of his own foolish and irreversible actions against her not that long ago. And… And the most painful of all. The pain of the future.

A human’s lifespan was so small compared to an Asgardian that it would pass in the blink of an eye to a being like himself. The thought of spending such an insignificant amount of time with [Y/N] and watching her wither away terrified him to the bone.

He didn’t dare accept the inkling he had of his feelings towards [Y/N], but he couldn’t completely ignore her. Especially when he knew she was walking into the jaws of death by following Thor to Asgard. He couldn’t bare to acknowledge her in his heart but he couldn’t bare to abandon her even more.

Suddenly, he was freed from the painful pulses of electricity that the taser had trapped him in.

“Hey man,” a creature of rocks called out in a docile voice that clashed with his hard exterior, “We’re about to jump on that ginormous spaceship. You want to come?”

It seemed fortune was still by his side. Even if he could not take [Y/N] into his heart, he wouldn’t let her fight a losing battle. Not without him.

~

To get his mind off his anxiety towards her safety, he decided to wander the Earth. Who would have thought that he would immediately find her? It was like fate.

When he whispered in her ear, the same way he had revelled in back on Sakaar, her reaction was still the same as he remembered. It filled him with smiles, but then she turned and immediately swung a fist at his face. Though surprised, he didn’t dodge since he wasn’t actually in front of her.

It seemed she was still angry with him.

After that, she briefly filled him in on all he missed. Loki’s desperation to get to Asgard had considerably lightened, knowing she was safe, but he was a bit displeased with Thor’s recklessness. His brother was already prepared to drag her into a dangerous war she had no part in but to think he would be careless and allow her to be dragged away into a mere wormhole.

Although Loki was thankful that she was safe and far away from the battle, he was still irked by the possibility of her being lost in another planet he might not be able to reach. Losing her… He hated the mere thought of it.

There was something else that also made him a bit unhappy. Their time together was already limited, but she had spent a few of those years back on Earth. Time barely touched him as it was, compared to a mere human, but she had spent her already paltry amount without him by her side. He had missed too much already and yet… He still couldn’t spend more with her. Their talk, sadly enough, was coming to an end.

His group was already quickly approaching Asgard, but he wished they could have spoken for just a moment longer. Perhaps they should have never left Sakaar, where time had been more merciful. And, regrettably, he didn’t have the power to stop time. Just as he was about to leave, she called out his name.

His heart leapt for joy, but he didn’t let it show. He just turned to her and patiently waited for her to continue. She seemed to be struggling with her words, unsure of how to continue, but he didn’t mind. Honestly, he could just look at her all day in complete and utter silence. There was no need for them to talk. Just enjoying the moments they were together was blissful, since the passage of time was a constant pressure weighing heavily in his heart. She didn’t even need to finish, her presence was enough, but her next words made him glad that she did.

“Just… Don’t die.”

[Y/N]... He almost uttered her name but forced himself to swallow it down.

She was worried about him. Even though she was so angry with him, enough to hit him the moment she saw him, she still cared enough to worry about his safety. What more could he ask for while preparing to walk into a battle to the death?

“Well, not before I can kill you, anyways.”

Those words didn’t faze him in the slightest. In fact, they only made him happier, her nervous grin showing her true intentions. She was trying to hide how worried she was for him… How adorable!

He smiled that same smile he was used to showing, but the joy he felt was too much for him to hide. Loki knew she caught a glimpse of it on his face, but before she could identify it, he quickly dispersed his copy, vanishing from the Earth.

Tags: @themeanestlittlewitch @stressedandbandobessed7771 @moistpotatobear @fxckingfat

[singledarkshade]

Shattered World

Part Four

  Leonard Snart walked into his quarters in the palace smiling slightly in relief that his sister was there. He knew that neither of them had done anything that could make the queen angry but there were days she lashed out without reason.

“Hey,” Lisa said, nodding to the table, “I left you some dinner.”

Giving her a quick nod, his eyes automatically drifted to the collar around her neck and the small green light showing.

She frowned at him, “Stop it. I’m fine.”

“As long as I do what she wants,” Leonard noted darkly.

Moving to his, side Lisa rested her hand on his shoulder for a moment before giving him a quick smile.

“I have to go clean,” she reminded him, “Eat and get some rest. You never know what she will need you to do tomorrow.”

“Be careful,” he said softly, “You know…”

“I do.”

Without another word she slipped out the door leaving him alone. Letting out a long sigh Leonard dropped his jacket on the small couch before sitting at the table. Eating his dinner, he rubbed the bridge of his nose against the headache he could feel sitting there.

Hopefully it would go away quickly.

Then again considering there was something completely wrong with the world Leonard doubted it would until he could find a way to fix things.

He shook his head at his own thoughts, nothing could fix this mess. He just had to survive it and make sure Lisa did too.

 Leonard stood watching the guards raid the house. They had been tipped off that a group were meeting with the sole intent of harming the Queen.

He frowned as he watched the three adults from the house being dragged out while the kids screamed after them.

“Sir,” one of the guards appeared at his side, “We have proof that they meant harm to the Queen.”

Leonard nodded, seeing the kids being pushed into the back of a car, “Send them to the dungeons and put the kids in the care home. They’ll be raised to serve the Queen properly unlike their traitorous parents.”

The guard nodded back. Leonard hated himself for participating in this, but his only choice was to serve the Queen or watch his sister die.

Returning to the palace for his next mission he frowned at the chaos that met him.

“Iris,” he stopped the Queen’s personal maid, “What happened?

Shaking her head, Iris confided, “The one the Queen calls her ‘special prisoner’ has escaped.”

Leonard stared at her stunned, “Missing? How? The dungeon is inescapable, I checked it myself.”

Iris sighed, “I don’t know. All I know is when she went down to talk to the prisoner this morning the cell was open and empty.”

Letting out a long sigh Leonard knew that this was not going to be good for anyone. He motioned Iris to get going, the last thing she needed was to anger the Queen any more than she already was.

Taking a deep breath Leonard headed to the throne room, walking in just as the Queen snapped the neck of one of the guards of the prison.

“My Queen,” he bowed trying to ignore the dead body lying just in front of him.

She turned on him, “Didn’t you assure me that my dungeon was impossible to escape from?”

“I did,” he replied, “I used everything I know to check it. If you allow me to look at the footage, I can hopefully tell you what actually happened.”

She stared at Leonard, her blue eyes ice cold as they bore into him for several minutes before she nodded, “Find out what happened, Mr Snart.”

He gave a slight bow turning to leave, he paused when the Queen called his name.

“If you fail to find me information,” she said when he glanced back, “Your sister will pay the price.”

Stiffening slightly, Leonard bowed again and left.

  The guard at the stairs to the tower bowed low as Sara swept past him. Marching up the stairs she paused at the top to take a breath and centre herself before she glanced in the mirror sitting there to fix her hair.

Opening the door, she smiled to see the woman sitting in one corner reading a book.

“What do you want?” Nyssa demanded not looking up from her book.

Sara frowned, “That is not the way to address your queen.”

“You are not my queen,” Nyssa replied, still staring at her page, “You were my beloved and now you are my jailer. If you are here to finally kill me then do it otherwise leave so I can finish my book.”

Annoyance filled her so Sara snatched the book from Nyssa’s hands, “My special prisoner has escaped, the one who I need and only you have the ability to get one of the guards to release her.”

Nyssa stood and moved to the bookshelf picking up another book, “Why would I do that? I have no interest in anything you do, Sara. Not anymore.”

“I could have you killed for this,” Sara snarled at her.

Shaking her head Nyssa sat in her chair once more, “If you wish. My beloved died a long time ago, I would simply be joining her.”

Throwing the book on the table, Sara marched out the room slamming the door behind her.

Snart better have answers for her.

                                  *********************************************

  Rip opened his eyes slowly, seeing that he was in the medical bay of a Timeship and for the first time in a long time his mind was calm. Unhooking the medical cuff Rip sat up and looked around, realising with relief that he was on the Waverider.

“Gideon?” he called.

“I’m here, Captain,” she replied, her welcome voice filling the room around him, “How do you feel?”

“Better,” Rip sighed.

“That is good,” Gideon said just before the door to the infirmary opened and she walked in.

Rip stared at her, sliding off the couch to meet her, “How? How are you human? Am I dreaming?”

Reaching out Gideon gently rested her hand on his cheek, “You’re not dreaming, Rip. I am human. Although I do still control the Waverider.”

“How?” he asked again, leaning into her hand.

Gideon gave him a soft smile, “When you absorbed the Occulus the energy was too much for only you to contain. Our bond allowed the extra energy to syphon off and my physical form was created to support you.”

Anguish covered Rip’s face, “We abandoned you?”

“You had no way to know, Rip,” Gideon soothed, “None of you did. Taking on the power of the Occulus the way you did was something no one has ever done before. There was no way of knowing the consequences,” she frowned slightly, “It was reckless of you to do it.”

Rip shook his head, “We had no other choice. Besides I was the best the choice considering my background.”

“I know,” Gideon sighed moving over to check his scans, “I have removed all traces of alcohol from your body and repaired the damage it was doing to your organs. You need to eat something.”

Rip reached out and caught her arm, stopping her from leaving, “Did she hurt you?”

Gideon gave him a smile and squeezed his hand, “She knew she couldn’t as only I could give her access to what she wanted.”

He frowned that she hadn’t answered his question, “Gideon?”

“The only thing that hurt was that she kept me from you,” Gideon told him, “I knew you needed me, and I was hidden away.”

Resting his forehead against hers, Rip gently stroked her arms comfortingly, “I found you though. I knew I needed something, something that would stop the pain in my head but I didn’t know what it was. Then I saw Cisco one day. So, I followed him which led me to you.”

She gave him another smile wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. After several minutes Rip extricated himself from her embrace and stepped back, knowing getting emotionally involved right now was not something he could do.

“Where are our guests?” he asked, sliding back into Captain mode.

“I gave them each a room to rest in,” Gideon told him, “They will be meeting for breakfast soon. Are you joining them?”

Rip nodded, “Since I need to eat.”

“Then we should join them.”

  Ray’s brain was in overdrive.

He was on some kind of space ship after moving from Vibe…no Cisco’s lab to what he was sure was the dungeon below Queen’s palace and then here. All through breaches within time and space.

The beautiful woman they’d sprung from the cell who then told them she used to be the computer for the ship really threw him. Once she and Cisco had finished talking, she basically ordered them to get some rest. Ray was surprised by how both he and Zee, or Zari, as her name had turned out to be both followed the order without much arguing.

Sleep hadn’t come easy as he tried to make sense of everything, but he finally had managed to get a few hours.

Leaving the room Ray walked slowly through the corridors back to the kitchen they’d been in the night before to get something to eat.

“Morning,” Zari greeted him, sitting eating a doughnut, “This thing makes whatever you want. It’s incredible.”

With a shrug Ray tried himself and got some coffee with a stack of blueberry pancakes.

“This is incredible,” Ray said through a mouthful of pancakes and syrup.

Zari chuckled and continued to eat her doughnut.

  Cisco stood just outside the kitchen where Ray and Zari were having breakfast, he’d slept well. Getting his memories back had made him feel much better because he no longer felt that he was missing something. The headache he usually woke with wasn’t there for the first time in what felt like forever and Cisco actually felt great.

“Good morning, Mr Ramon,” Gideon’s voice came from behind him.

Cisco turned to see her walking towards him with the former crazy guy, “Morning, Gideon and Captain Rip Hunter, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Rip Hunter nodded, “And you Mr Ramon. Apologies for our original meeting.”

Cisco laughed, “No problem. Thanks for fixing my memories, it’s good to know I’m not crazy.”

“Me too,” Rip replied.

Gideon rolled her eyes at him.

“So, now you’re up and about,” Cisco said, “Can you return Ray and Zari’s memories as well?”

“I’m afraid he can’t,” Gideon told him apologetically, “It was only due to your meta-abilities that Rip could use the Oculus energy to return your memory and powers.”

Grimacing, Cisco mused it over, “We should find somewhere safe for them then. If they don’t remember anything it would probably be safer for them both if we send them back home.”

“Except they will appear on the security camera feed for the prison,” Rip noted, “The Waverider is the safest place for both. Besides considering their skills, we may need their help.”

Gideon nodded in agreement motioning them forward, “Before anything else you both need to eat.” As they were about to protest she frowned at them ordering, “Now.”

“Wow, she is scary,” Cisco murmured to Rip as they headed into the kitchen.

Rip nodded, “Oh, you have no idea.”

Part Five

[survivormoves]

“Hey Murphy. If you’re hearing this then I guess Monty’s plan worked- you’re on your way to this new planet. I know I told you I’d get in a cryo-pod too but I decided to stay. I love you so much but I’m done fighting. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep it up for you but it was my time I’m ready for peace. I wrote letters for the others but you my amazing best friend you deserved a proper goodbye. Thank you for helping me through everything. I don’t think I ever expected the jerk who stole my dolls to be one of my best friends but you are and I’m so grateful for that. I left Mbege’s jacket for you with Jordan it has the letters for the rest of our little space family in it. Take the jacket and wear it to wherever you’re headed to bring Mbege and I with you for good luck on this new world. We’re always gonna be with you and we’ll see you again after what is hopefully a long happy life. This is Louisiana Chambers signing out with love. Good luck John Murphy.”

        Murphy had became immune to a lot of things. Words didn’t HURT him anymore. They slid off his shoulders with a simple shrug. Because there was NOTHING somebody could say to him, that he hadn’t said to himself already a dozen times over. Nobody could HATE him more than he hated himself either. Words didn’t hurt. Hell, WOUNDS hurt but they didn’t kill him. If he wasn’t the living proof of that right now. Bullets had shredded through him, but not killed him. The dance with death he had done so many times, it felt as if he wasn’t able to get killed ( sometimes it made him reckless, he no longer SHOOK at the sight of death ).

       The death of others however... Knowing he could lose those closest to him. That hurt. That stung. That made him fear. Monty had refused to leave him behind. Emori had refused to leave him behind. Bellamy had refused to get in that ship without them. And perhaps it was that which had made him start realizing that no matter how much of a shit he was, he was part of their family. That they wouldn’t leave him. That they cared for him. It was because of THEM he was alive. Because of THEM he could get in that damn cryochamber to sleep for the next ten years ( 125 ). It was because of them.

       But Monty was dead. Harper was dead. Lou was dead. And seeing those videos had been HARD. Had left him shattered. So when Jordan told him there was one left behind for him from Lou. He couldn’t look at it. Not straight away. He had shook his head. Refused to let that kind of pain in. Lou, who he had known since he was a t o d d l e r. Lou, who’s toys he broke because he felt like she was stealing his friend, Lou who had became one of his very best friends. Lou who had abandoned him. Lou who had given up. And god, he wanted to be happy for her. Somewhere in the back of his head, he was happy for her.

         But the bitterness of being abandoned by the last of his friends ( his family ), left a hole he didn’t think could be filled anymore. And he wasn’t sure how many more holes his heart could take before it would lose.

          And when FINALLY he found the courage to watch the video ( alone, he couldn’t deal with someone being there too to see him break down ), the mere VOICE alone caused a tightness in his chest. A proper goodbye. A proper goodbye would’ve been him being able to say goodbye. Would be him holding her close to him ( he’d try to convince her to get in, he knew he would ). But they had expected it to be ten years, not 125. She looked so old... And he hadn’t been there to see any of them grow old... Stormy blues closed for a second, lips pursed as she spoke of Mbege’s jacket. A 125 year old jacket, or more. Would it have survived the passing of time? 75 years into the future. Signing out with love.

                                                     Good luck, John Murphy.

             And there was a certain bitterness in his throat as leaned forward and rested his good hand to his face, ALLOWED the tears to fall. But GOD... The pain. The knowledge that he had lost THREE in the span of a NAP. That she hadn’t woken him up, not once. That she had spent her days here. That she-- A sob broke through, curling up more despite the pain of his shoulder. He thought he had STEELED himself enough for the pain of loss. But he had been wrong. He had been wrong...

         And all he could HOPE for was that the three of them KNEW how much they had meant to him.... Because he felt he had never shown it enough...

[shaniahnoel]

Buttercup Pt 2/?

A/N: I’m not sure how long this will go on, but I’ll keep writing as long as ideas keep flowing. I’m sorry there hasn’t been a lot of great Sweet Pea interaction, but it’s coming, I promise! I got a little sidetracked fleshing out protective cousin Fangs and making sure there’s more to this tale than the two of them!

Let me know what you think! 

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1985ish

Part One / Part Three

“But yeah, I just became an official Serpent this past summer. Mom was a little nervous after dad went to jail. Of course, that wasn’t his fault, his buddy had one too many strikes so dad took the heat. She still worries a bit now because we do stupid stuff, but she trusts the brotherhood.”

Sophia was absolutely absorbed with Fangs’ tale. It was nothing she expected from a gang, especially not from the South Side. It was like icy water dousing out all of her mom’s lies as she realized how stupid she’d been. The Serpents sounded like a family. A family that wasn’t as breakable as hers. Hair on the back of her neck stood up and she turned to find herself staring into Sweet Pea’s chocolate eyes.  Somehow, she felt that he’d been staring at her the whole time Fang had been talking. When he said nothing, she turned back towards Fangs. As she did the serpent peeking out from P’s leather collar caught her eye.  

“Where’s your tattoo?”

Fang lifted his shirt in response. Over his heart coiled the serpent.  

“Any reason you chose the neck?”

Silence greeted her question.

“Y’know,” she started as she began turning back to face him again, “instead of SP, I think I’ll go with ST…for Silent Treatment.”

Sweet Pea’s lip twitched, but he didn’t say a word until Sophia let out a huff of air.

“What do you care, Northsider?”

Poor Fang looked to be between a rock and a hard place. Sweet Pea had been on super polite mode at his house, but his Aunt had pushed him to his limits. It became quickly apparent that the bottled Northsider rage was slowly seeping out at his cousin. Plus, Sophia was her own spitfire. Annoyed by his growing unpleasantries, she resorted to her specialty: sassiness.

“Well, Fangs is my cousin. I like hanging out with him. He likes hanging out with the Serpents. Odds are, I’ll get to hang out with him more if his friends like me. So, call me crazy, but I’m attempting to be your friend.”

“Yeah, yeah. That was a great speech at Fangs’ but how long slumming it ‘til you’re tired of your little Northsider rebellion and go running home to mommy about the stupid Serpents. Wouldn’t want your GPA to drop, Ivy League.”

“Yo, P, that’s not cool.” Fangs interjected, stepping between him and Sophia. “That’s my cousin you’re talking to.”

Sweet Pea stared at Fangs for a hard second. Before either could say another word, Sophia spoke up.

“It’s whatever, honestly. If he doesn’t want me around that’s fine. I wanted to spend time with your mom any way.”

She sauntered off without a backwards glance. If high society had taught her anything, it was to never let them see you cry. Fang rammed his elbow into Sweet Pea’s side, glaring at him. To his credit Sweet Pea looked slightly abashed.

The next morning began a little awkwardly. Sophia had been pretending to be asleep in his bed when he got back, so he crashed on the couch. In the morning, she carefully avoided being alone with him until finally his mom sent them both to prepare lunch. Immediately he tried to apologize, but Sophia held up a hand.

“Look, that was a crappy thing. But, it wasn’t your crappy thing. If he wants to hate me for being a Northsider, it’s whatever. His loss.”

“That’s not fair. You’re different.”

Sophia snorted. “Am I? It took me a solid two years to muster up the courage to convince mom to get over here again. Why? Because I just accepted everything she told me. By P’s standards that probably makes me even worse… I rejected my family on the Southside.”

Fangs mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the proper words. It was crazy to him how she already understood Sweet Pea, almost like she was in the bushes when they talked the night before. Seeing that she had hit a glimpse of the truth, Sophia pressed on.

“I gotta make it up to you guys. Maybe that’ll fix his issue, maybe it won’t. I’m just worried about my family. If things are good with you, then I’m good.”

Fangs gave her a relieved smile and they moved on with the day. He chose not to go out with the Serpents and so the three spent the day inside playing board games and talking about old times. They were in tears laughing when a solid knock came at the door. With the other two incapacitated, Sophia ran to open the door.

“Hi!” Sophia said brightly, startling the girl in the doorway.

“You must be Sophia,” the girl responded, looking her up and down appraisingly.

“Right-o. And you?”

“That, dear cousin, is the marvelous Toni Topaz.” Fangs said cheerfully from the doorway. He came over and gave the pink haired girl a brotherly hug. Sophia could hear Rachel scrambling to get up in the living room. Clearly, Toni was a favorite. Hopefully easier to please than Sweet Pea, Sophia thought to herself.

“Great to meet you, Toni. I’m currently kicking butt in Uno, feel free to join in if you’d like yours handed to you as well. He’s already lost twice.” Sophia nodded her head toward Fangs who immediately perked up.

“I did not lose twice. You cheated twice. It’s completely different.”

“Uh huh, suuuure.”

Toni chuckled at the display before her. The person Sweet Pea painted, didn’t seem to be the one standing before her. Or laying before her might be the more accurate term as the cousins were currently engaged in some sort of wrestling match.

“Y’know, I thought you two may have matured by now.”

“Can Fangs and maturity exist together?” The two girls questioned Rachel in unison. The three women burst into laughter as Fangs tried to glare.

“You’re alright, Northside.”

Sophia gave Toni a small smile. She recognized the word as nickname, not slur. Maybe it wasn’t acceptance, but it was steps further than her relationship with the other Serpent. Toni accepted the invite to play and they went a few rounds, laughing together.

That evening, Fangs went out with the Serpents and Rachel took Sophia home. The two of them sang along to every song on the radio, laughing at some of the ridiculous commercials. Sophia was feeling lighter and more carefree than she had in months. That is until they reached the end of her driveway. Her car was pulled out of the driveway, sitting in front of the house. Dozens of boxes sat in and around it. Judging by the slightly damp feel of some they’d been out in the night. Thankfully, it hadn’t rained. Sealed tightly in a plastic bag under the wiper was a note:

               Sophia,

I’m so glad that I went to dinner with my sister. It led to a great revelation. I realized that I needed to cut all ties to the South Side. I tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen. You’ve chosen the South Side. I want nothing to do with someone who would bring such dishonor to a name I worked hard to protect. The locks are changed, all that you may keep is given to you. As an act of kindness, I will allow you to take the car as well. You’ll need it if you have any hopes of future plans, as I cannot trust college funds to someone so reckless. I’m sure my sister will be more than willing to help yet another lost cause.

Sophia read through the note twice, trying to make some sense of the words she was reading. Her aunt came to her side and read over her shoulder. When she got to the end, she put her arms around Sophia who quickly shrugged her off. Glancing up at the house, she saw a curtain flutter. Never let them see you cry, she reminded herself.

“Well…” she began, “Are you taking in anymore lost causes?”

The words were shallow with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. There were so many words Rachel wanted to say in that moment, and so many objects she wanted to throw through the windows of the estate behind her. However, none seemed just right. With watery eyes she nodded at her niece and began loading some of the straggling boxes into her car as well. She stroked Sophia’s cheek before getting in and heading back to the South Side. She couldn’t help but glance continually back at the convertible behind her, marveling at how strong her niece was acting in the moment.

Generally a Saturday would have made moving things along impossible, but Serpents weren’t without their connections. It was established that Sophia’s mother had cut off all ties, and the letter basically declared her abandoned. They started on the paperwork for Rachel to become her legal guardian, but would need to wait until the work week to put it all through. The same was true for her school registration. It took several rounds of fighting before Rachel realized she wouldn’t budge about wanting to transfer to South Side High and so she promised to start on that first thing on Monday.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get Fangs home?” Rachel asked as they moved boxes into the empty room on the second floor.

“Nah, he’s with the Serpent’s, right? I don’t feel like becoming the North Side sob story right now. I’ll just surprise them all in school. It’ll be a good laugh.”

“Soph, you’re taking this really well. Too well.”

“I’m fine. I told you, I’m just happy to have family that cares about me for me. It’s a relief not to have her expectations looming over.”

“Okay,” Rachel responded, “Dinner’ll be ready in about an hour.”

Sophia could tell her aunt wasn’t convinced but was trying to give her space to process. She waited until the door clicked behind her to collapse onto the worn mattress in the middle of the room. She bit her fist to stifle her cries. The sobs shuddered through her body as she drowned in her sorrows. So intent was she in keeping the meltdown quiet that she didn’t hear the quiet steps up the stairs or the soft creak of the door.

The smell of pine filled her nose as Fangs arms wrapped around her. Rachel must have called him anyway. It’d been years, but this wasn’t the first time her cousin had seen her go through the panic attacks. He held her firmly, yet loosely. Letting her sob freely into his shirt. He murmured words that meant nothing, just providing a comforting rhythm. When her frantic breathing slowed, Fangs pushed himself back slowly to look her in the eyes.

“You good?” he asked, his voice tense. Sophia could tell it’d been awhile since he’d dealt with someone crying.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just got a little overwhelmed is all.”

“It’s okay to not be okay, Soph.”

“Your mom blames herself. She thinks if she’d bit her tongue at dinner we coulda avoided all of this. I don’t want her to feel any worse about it.”

“And you think she buys your fake I-don’t-care-attitude?”

“No… but, they do say ‘fake it ‘til you make it.’”

“Alright, I’ll give you that. So what’s the game plan there, Buttercup?”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “Blossom was the leader, idiot. But, I was planning to come and visit more anyways. So I just cut out the travel time. I’m going to go to South Side High, and hopefully no one steals my convertible.”

“Wait,” Fangs began, eyes huge, “You’re coming to South Side. What about your prep place?”

Sophia didn’t answer at first, weighing her words.

“I guess…I guess I don’t want to end up like her. I don’t want to be spoiled North Sider anymore. I want to get to actually know people for who they are, and I wanna do my future my way.”

A/N: Obviously I don’t own any of the Riverdale characters, but Sophia and her relationship with our beloved Sweet Pea are my personal creation as well as the plot lines herein. There may be some basis on events currently happening in Riverdale, but not necessarily.

[jazzy-kandra]

Noodles and Company

After a long stay in South Scadrial, Marsh returns home to find a bowl of warm noodles, a purring cat, and some unwanted company. AU. Mistshot series. Spoilers for Bands and Secret History. For @eyeronis, since I promised some time ago to write you a domestic Marsh story, I didn’t forget, the first draft just wasn’t working...

Generally speaking, Marsh was happy these days.

He had a flat in the midst of downtown Elendel, a new bottle of wine, and would soon have peace and quiet after months of spending too much time around too many people far younger than him. Yes, Sazed had asked him to go to the South and the work he had done down there - studying their cultures, their technology, and their ongoing struggles with those they referred to as the Maskless barbarians - was important, he was relief to return to his apartment and take a well-deserved break.

Marsh smiled, slipping the key into the lock. Unlike what the stories said, he did not always have two spikes or a bald head. Vin had removed the spike in his right eye, and while he hadn’t been able to heal that injury completely, he’d gotten his eye back. (1) His hair, still blond, fell past his ears, longer than Marsh preferred. He’d have to get that cut. Hopefully Harmony wouldn’t need old Ironeyes to appear anytime soon, it always seemed to take it’s godsdamn to grow back.

He was Marsh, not Ironeyes, no matter what Northerners believed. With a hump, and final jiggle of his key into the damn old lock, he finally unlocked the door and stepped into his flat, but stood in the small foyer in shock.

The lights were on. There was no dust on the wooden furniture, picture frames, or bookshelves. The floor-to-ceiling windows were not only clean but had the maroon curtains drawn back. Someone had removed the white sheets from his leather furniture which was slightly scratched up. And there was a new glass vase filled with fresh Marewill blossoms resting on the dining table.

Why did he have to be here today of all days? A steam of curses alighted from Marsh’s lips.

“Are you done?” asked his unwanted guess. Marsh burned bronze. He was in the kitchen, it seemed. All he could sense was his Investiture through the thin wall.

“Rust and Ruin,” he said, still seething with anger. “What in Hell are you doing here?”

Kelsier’s head poked out of the half-open kitchen door. Long blond held back in a loose ponytail, face clean shaven (at least he had gotten rid of that stupid facial hair), and his face seemed to have a few more lines edged into it. That last detail was probably just his imagination. Cognitive Shadows weren’s supposed to age, right? A part of their Identity still viewed themselves as dead, even when they were in physical form. (2)

Still, Marsh grimaced at the sight. Kelsier wasn’t pretending to be the Lord Ruler these days, why did he still insist on keeping his hair so long? It was improper! Did that woman like it? He would never understand her sense of taste.

“That’s a secret,” Kelsier said. Marsh flattened his lips into a frown. “At least for the next few minutes it is.”

Kelsier slipped back into the kitchen, closing the door. What was that smell? Was Kelsier cooking?

Marsh sighed, slumping down onto his brown leather couch. It was just his luck that his brother had come to visit right when he got back. The man wasn’t quite as bad as he once had been in some respects, but he was just as annoying in others, some of them new. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Kelsier was tapping Fortune just so he could show up at the best times to annoy Marsh for the rest of eternity.

At least, that’s how he thought Fortune worked. It wasn’t a power he had access to though, despite all his spikes.

“Your noodles are served,” Kelsier said, dramatically handing him a bowl of strange, curly noodles with even stranger looking vegetables and bits of mystery meat in the broth. Marsh scowled in disgust. What in the cosmere had Kelsier brought him this time? “Oh don’t give me that look, it’s perfectly edible.”

“Edible doesn’t mean they’re something a man should want to eat.” Marsh grimaced, staring at the bowl on his lap.

Kelsier took the only wooden chair in this part of the great room, sitting on it backwards out of habit. He dove into his bowl of noodles with the kind of reckless abandon that only a Cognitive Shadow who did not have to worry about what he ate could.

“Kelsier,” he said, “that’s disgusting.”

The man looked up, a mouthful of noodles hanging from his mouth.

“What would our mother say?”

Kelsier just snorted, finishing that mouthful before he spoke. “Eat your noodles, Marsh,” he said in a slightly higher pitched nasally voice. “You never know when we’ll get our next meal.”

Marsh rolled his eye. They’d actually never been without food as children. Neither of them had really understood what it meant to starve - even a little - until they were adults. “Coppermind?”

He nodded, holding up a small diamond ring made of copper that was a replica of one their mother had once worn. Sentimental bastard. “Eat your noodles, brother, and I’ll tell you why I decided to bother you when you just got back.”

How does he know that! Marsh thought, miffed.

I may have let it slip, I think. Sazed, it seemed, was paying some attention to this conversation. Do not worry, Marsh. There is a low likelihood that those noodles will upset your stomach, and an even lower chance that they will kill you.

Wonderful. Just the kind of answers he wanted.

Do the damn things taste good at least?

I’m afraid I cannot answer that.

He should’ve expected this. Shards didn’t exactly need nourishment, and while Harmony doubtlessly knew the likely outcome of these events, it wasn’t like him to share said information.

Especially when both he and Kelsier were in on some grand joke.

“Speaking with Saze?” Kelsier asked. “They won’t taste good at all if they get cold.”

Marsh grunted. Then sighed. That was something their mother had said too. He might as well get this over with. Wearily, he twirled the noodles around his fork, then slowly took a bite. They were spicy, but not as hot as Terris noodles, and surprisingly favorable. He swallowed, still shocked that he actually liked something from another planet.

“What’s wrong?” Kelsier said, looking concern. “Oh dammit. This isn’t the future where you choke to death, is it?”

He flipped Kelsier a rude gesture. “They’re...actually good,” he admitted, taking another bite. “Damn you.”

Kelsier laughed. Harmony joined him in his merriment. Why did he have such poor choices in friends?

“And him.” He did not speak again until he finished the rest, and emptied a glass of wine that Kelsier had wordlessly poured at some point, a twinkle of amusement still alive in his brother’s eye. “Now, why in hell are you here?”

“To win a bet!” he said with all too much cheer.

“A bet about what?” he asked, though he feared he already knew the answer. “Dear Harmony, you ruined my peaceful day for some bet you made with that damned Nazh-person, didn’t you?”

He nodded with a show of faux sincerity. “Sorry,” he said. “If it makes you feel better, I brought you a new cat.”

Marsh gave him a dry look. He didn’t hate cats, but he wasn’t particularly fond of the creatures, either. They scratched up your nice leather furniture and got white fur all over your nice black cloak. That was, of course, when said cat decided to come out of nowhere and jump on his lap, kneading his legs. Soon, it curled up and fell asleep, purring loudly near his knees, almost out of reach.

“I prefer dogs.” Marsh stroked the cat’s long fur despite his words. At least it wasn’t white this time, just some dark shade of grey with bright green eyes. It was...admittedly rather adorable. Dammit.

“She’ll lick your hand given the opportunity,” Kelsier said.

He stared at him in reply. Of course his brother thought that would fix the problem, but he supposed it was a fair compromise. After all, Marsh’s landlady did not allow dogs in her building. Thus, this cat was the closest thing he would get.

It was thoughtful...in a Kelsier-like way.

“Plus, Vin seems to like you.”

“You named a cat after Vin...?” he said in mild disbelief. “Kelsier.”

“She was catlike.”

He lifted a hand to his cover his eye spike. “I know you miss her, but this is insane.”

“That’s what makes you question my sanity these days?” Kelsier raised an eyebrow. “Not going to Taldain to steal the technology and recipe for making instant noodles?”

What.

“Nor pissing off a goddess for stealing said recipe?”

The.

“Or bringing back the god Trell because I pissed her off?”

Hell.

Marsh stared at him in the kind of loud silence only his brother could produce. He thought he’d seen the limits of Kelsier’s stupidity when he got himself killed to bring about the end of the Final Empire. At least that time he had a good reason for his actions. This though...this...Marsh nearly stood up and decked him. Harmony knew Kelsier deserved it.

“Marsh?”

Marsh blinked.

“You’re telling me,” he began once he regained some semblance of composure, “that the reason the Set is working for a foreign god is because you pissed off another Vessel all for the sake of a bowl of instant noodles.”

“Several bowls. If we don’t control the market on convenient foods, it will jeopardize our Cognitive Realm-based economy!”

Marsh glared. “Brother.”

“Yes?”

“Last I recall, you went to Taldain to help Khriss visit her homeland,” he said. Or at least that had been part of the plan. Marsh wasn’t aware of all the details. Usually tales of his brother’s adventures in the greater cosmsere gave him a headache...and he already had one. “Not noodles.”

Kelsier shrugged. “They are good noodles,” he said, then he added as though in afterthought: “Fine. I think she was angered that a servant of Harmony had the guts to ‘interfere’ with her Autonomy.”

Marsh nodded. He, for one, wouldn’t call Kelsier a servant of Harmony. Maybe an ally of some type, but his brother had his own agenda, though both were trying to make sure Scadrial ‘survived’ what was coming. Whatever the Hell that meant.

“Go on...,” he said.

“And that we were able to hide from her for so long by storing the correct attributes in medallions,” he said, then waved a dismissive hand at that. “But that’s a long story, we can speak of it later. Harmony wants us to speak with that idiot Ladrian boy and his friend, Marasi. You’ll need to shave your head, I fear.”

He said that with a slight smirk. Kelsier knew how much Marsh hated doing so. The thought filled him with dread, but he would not let his brother ‘help’ him this time. Marsh stroked his new cat for comfort.

“We’ve got reports from our spies that the Set has found a way to produce Atium,” he said. “They can’t burn it, of course, unless they have a Mistborn we don’t know of. But you know why it’s something to be feared: with that metal, they can use it to steal any power or attribute...” (2)

Marsh sighed, pouring himself another glass of wine. Damn. This was going to be one hell of a long day.

*** A/N: All WoBs in Footnotes are shortened/linked for brevity. This is a story, not theorycraft.

(1) Based on this WoB:

"Brandon Sanderson: Or really I can tell you--it's in my notes, and I don't have them, but it's not particularly relevant--it's the opposite side of the one where Death's skull was crushed. Questioner: Oh, yes. Yes. Brandon Sanderson: They would look like mirror images if you saw them.”

(2) To keep spoilers at bay for a certain book, I will not be delving into an explanation on this one. Marsh, however, doesn’t have the best understanding of Investiture, Identity, and other such concepts. He’s certainly cosmere aware, but he’s also no arcanist.

(3) And you THOUGHT Atium wasn’t useful in modern Scadrial. It is for Hemalurgy at least, and an organization like the Set would find it very useful indeed. Based on this WoB about atium’s actual Hemalurgic uses.

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Force in Tales

This was something I wrote for the @pjosecretsanta2k17 project! I wrote this for @slytherinpirate <3

My big inspiration for this was the John Muir quote “the mountains are calling and I must go” while also wanting to do an apocalypse au! It got a bit out of hand (there are 5 chapters overall whoops)...I will be cross posting this chapter here and on ao3, with the rest being only ao3 (link to story here)! I have the first couple chapters done and posted. I promise I’ll have the last few chapters posted soon!

Plot: It has been many generations since the end of the world. There has been time to rebuild and have communities start to grow again. The earth has taken back what was hers, but humans are making their mark in a new way. Things would never be the same, but that’s okay. Percy is the local fisherman and traveler, providing the community with not only food, but wild stories of life on the sea and far beyond the horizon.  Jason is the designated leader of the community, not so much by choice, but by lineage. He didn’t mind it most days, but some days he just wanted to run away with Percy and actually see what was in the greater beyond.

Pairing: Jason/Percy

Rating: Teen (for mild swearing in later chapters)

Chapter One: Lonely Guardian

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live them.”

How the world ended is a tale of legend now rather than any story with a factual base. So many generations had passed since most of humanity was nearly wiped out that nobody really knows what had happened, but there were always rumors. Some talked about how the stars rained from above, wiping out most everything in their path. Others told stories of how war drove humanity to the brink. There was no record of the events, at least none that have made it this far through the passage of time.

For many years, there were only small pockets of humans living out their lives in fear, mostly alone. It took some time for people to start rebuilding what they could and create something new for future generations to look forward to. Most of these communities rebuilt near large, abandoned cities where there were enough materials to start a new town or village. Life was simple, but many were happy with that.

Still, life was largely fragmented, but it worked well for those who continued to help humanity remain. Most people lived near the coast and lands that were easy to farm, allowing for trade to pick up again. Days were often filled with hard labor and long hours. It was not ideal, but many were simply happy at the fact that they were allowed to have people to go home to.

Then there were others who were like Percy Jackson, who knew the pull and push of the tide better than others. Those were the ones who were graced with being fishermen and travelers. Percy had always felt at home near the coast and sailing the waters, seeing sights that he knew nobody else in his small town would ever get to see. There was a certain thrill with being in a place that could be so unpredictable, bringing new adventures every second. It was a lifestyle that suited him, allowing him to see the world in a new way.

It was nearing sunset when Percy was finally docking back home on the California coast. He had been gone nearly a week this time, chasing some larger fish to help stock up for the colder months. Normally, these fish didn’t require such a chase, but these things always changed as the Earth rebuilt itself. A small crowd welcomed him back and helped carry back his bounty. His mom, Sally Jackson, waited off on the edge of the crowd, waiting for her son to join her.

“Hey, mom!” Percy shouted, joyfully. “It’s good to see you again!”

Sally smiled before opening her arms for a hug. Percy hugged her tightly, as she sighed. These travels always took a toll on her, but she would always have faith that he would return to her, safe and alive. It was hard being the mother of a traveler, but she knew she could not stop him.

“You were gone longer than usual,” Sally whispered. “I worry about you, you know?”

Releasing her from the hug, Percy shook his head and grabbed the last couple of items from the boat before answering her. He knew that his lifestyle was hard on her, but they both knew that the town needed him and his skills.

“Yeah, mom,” Percy said. “But the fish were taking a different route this time. It just took me a bit longer to figure it all out. Next time should be better, okay?”

“I’ll trust you this time,” Sally answered, a bit hesitant.

“This time, huh?” Percy replied, laughing. “I appreciate that.”

She knew Percy could be a bit reckless when it came to taking care of others. He always cared so much, especially about those he held close to his heart. It was both his best and worst feature. There was nothing that would make him change and she knew that.

They slowly walked up the path, which led back to the heart of the community. Both knew there would be a bonfire tonight for Percy to tell his stories from out on sea. Any time that he was gone for more than a few days, everyone knew that he would have a story to tell. His stories from out at sea were always more exciting than his trade stories, but everyone would take what they could get.

Partway back, they were greeted by Jason Grace, honorary leader of their small town. They got along well enough, but they lived such different lives that they hardly got to interact. Sometimes, Percy thinks they would have been great travelers together, if their lives didn’t pull in such different directions. Percy bowed slightly towards Jason, with a small smirk on his face.

“You know that irritates me, Jackson, and still you continue to do so,” Jason greeted, a hint of a laugh bubbling through.

“Oh, but great leader Jason, how else am I supposed to show that I respect you and your lineage so much?” Percy replied, sarcastically.

Jason laughed and shook his head. “You can stop by just calling me Jason and not bring up my father.”

“It’s good to see you again, my friend,” Percy said softly.

Jason snorted. “I think you have been gone too long at sea again for you to say that. Nonetheless, it is good to have you back. I know everyone is happy to hear your stories again.”

“Hopefully there are no stories that will terrify your mother,” Sally said. “I know your life is a dangerous one, but I would like some reprieve, darling.”

“Mother, you know the sea is a dangerous lover,” Percy retorted, a glimmer of adventure passing through his face. “It gave me nothing but trouble yet again.”

“And yet you still go back,” Jason commented, a hint of worry coming through.

Percy glanced over at him. It was strange to have Jason worry over him. He knew that Jason had a lot on his plate and worrying about someone who had lived the dangerous lifestyle for so long was odd. Percy liked to think that the worry was because right now, nobody was really ready to take his spot. Annabeth, the town’s architect and general genius, could more than likely take his spot, but she didn’t know the seas quite like he did. He supposes a few others, like Piper or Nico could also do his job, but it was the same issue. Nobody would know the water quite like Percy did, it’s why so many whispered behind his back, saying his father was a god of the sea, explaining why his father was absent from his life. There could be worse rumors and it comforted him as a child, thinking that his father was somebody great, which is why he couldn’t stick around.

“Well, I’m all we have right now,” Percy reminded. “Although we could train someone else to go out there if you wanted to. Make me take a break.”

Both Sally and Jason laughed hard at that. Percy raised an eyebrow at the two.

“I think we all know that wouldn’t work out well, Jackson. You get too antsy when you’re in one spot for too long,” Jason pointed out. “Besides, it would take someone too long to understand the currents and paths of the aquatic life for it to make sense.”

By now, they reached the small town. It wasn’t much, just some small houses, a couple of larger general use buildings, and some farms. But it was what everyone needed for now, and it would probably remain the same for many years to come. And that was okay, really. Everyone knew the legends of humanity becoming more than the Earth could handle.

“Will I see you tonight at the bonfire?” Percy inquired.

“More than likely. I have to keep track of our great wanderer,” Jason answered.

Percy nodded and said his farewells, wandering off to the tiny blue house he and his mom lived in. Jason sighed in relief and started to walk back to his own house. He knew that due to Percy’s arrival, not much would require his attention. In his heart, he wished he could go and travel the world, but there were more important things to deal with. Becoming the leader of this small town was not Jason’s choice, but he was rather forced into the role.

His dad and grandfather were the ones who had taken charge of the town and grew it into what it is today. Everyone in the town looked up to them, despite not always being the best men. When Jason was born, it was decided that he would become the next leader. His family had done right by the town, so he should be the same. It was almost like everyone forgot that decisions like that helped bring the downfall of humanity once before. If anything, Jason only stuck around because he wanted to be better than them, be a leader who was worth being called that.

As Jason opened the door, he someone shouting his name. He turned around and saw Annabeth walking over to him. Something must have happened…Annabeth doesn’t track people down without warning unless it demanded immediate attention. Frowning, he invited her inside, thinking about the five million different possibilities.

“What’s going on?” Jason asked, worried.

“So, you know the records we have? The written plans of everything surrounding us?” Annabeth replied.

“Yeah, of course,” Jason said. “What about them? Are they okay?”

“Of course the records are fine, Jason,” Annabeth scoffed. “I was just putting together the last pieces of the map of San Francisco together that we have, and I realized we’re missing a chunk of it. It’s on the northeastern part of the city, it looks like.”

“Okay,” Jason said, hesitant. “And what does this have to with me?”

“Well, we obviously need to finish the map. The more knowledge we have of the city. The better equipped we’ll be to scavenge it when we rebuild even more,” Annabeth explained. “I don’t want to send anyone there to scout the city without your permission, obviously. And…I was thinking maybe you could go with this time.”

Jason let out a surprised laugh. “You’re kidding right? Why would I go?”

“You are the leader, Jason. People trust you more than anyone here,” Annabeth stated. “If you saw the city and mapped it out, they would have less reason to doubt it when we send somebody on a death mission there.”

“You mean when we send Percy on a mission there, right?” Jason replied.

“Yes, I mean Percy,” Annabeth said. “Besides, I know you’ve been wanting to explore recently. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you spending extra time looking at all the maps in the library. And I know you miss it. You haven’t had a chance to just…go ever since you became the leader here.”

Jason frowned, knowing Annabeth is perfectly right. She usually is, anyways. And he knew that going on an adventure would mean going with Percy, which he wasn’t complaining about. Annabeth knew that Jason had feelings for him and having the chance to spend with him, exploring further than he ever had the chance to when he was a child. It would be perfect, it truly would.

Annabeth smirks at Jason, knowing she has him at least somewhat convinced. “So, I take it you’re going, lover boy?”

“Will you please stop calling me that?” Jason groaned. “And maybe. Probably. If Percy wants to go, that is.”

“I don’t think he’ll say no,” Annabeth said. “He likes you too, you know.”

Jason raised an eyebrow at this. “Is that why you…”

“No, we were young and it just felt right, you know? But we got older and realized we were just better as friends,” Annabeth explained. “It was the same thing with you and Piper, right?”

Jason nodded. “Yeah, pretty much. And…I’ll bring it up with Percy soon, okay? The San Francisco thing, not my feelings.”

“Uh-huh, sure, whatever lets you sleep at night, Jason,” Annabeth laughed.

Jason rolled his eyes as he shoved Annabeth out the door. She laughed as she walked down the path back to the library. The thought of travelling with Percy thrilled Jason, but he was nervous about just…leaving. He knew he would be leaving the town in good hands, it was just that he wanted the best for the town and it was terrifying putting it out of his control. But he would have an excuse to just go and do what he’s wanted for a long time. Sighing, Jason knew his mind was made up. Now it was just time to figure out how to tell Percy.