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Five Times Carol Danvers Kisses You

Summary: The five times Carol Danvers kisses you until you two finally get together.

Warnings: Mentions but nothing explicit, a lot of fluff, mutual pining (and typical angst of trope), best friends to lovers, pre-canon-compliant (takes place before Carol is taken), kissing, happy(ish) ending. | Words: 4.836k

A/N-> As mentioned on this blog before, I absolutely love the dynamics of "Five Times Something" and after watching The Marvels I became obsessed with Carol Danvers, and here I am with something about my beloved blondie. It's short and sweet, and I didn't want to write anything too angsty but you can get hints of what's to come from the canon (Dr.Lawson being a Kree in disguise and what will happen to Carol). But the fic doesn't address this directly and ends up with a happy scene. Let's all live in denial.

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One.

“This is not a place to raise a child” was the justification your father used when he left. Funny enough, he didn't take the child, you, away from all the high-tech military weapons that he described as inadequate for a child to grow up around.

His lost, it what your mother said, an easy smile on her lips while she offered you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. She still had some grease on her jacket and a lot of dust on her hair but she looked beautiful. That was just how things were for Wendy Lawson.

And because she was the best mom anyone could ask for, or at least that was what you would perceive it with your limited references of healthy families. She was the best because she would let you sit around while she worked for the Shield, casually teaching you advanced engineering like it was the same homework you had from secondary school.

That was the only life you knew: Afternoons of trying to stay out of the way of Shield Agents and their big weapons until you were old enough to have a gun yourself.

But before that time came, some of them worried you weren't having a decent childhood. Away from guns at least.

You don't know which of the Agents suggested to Doctor Lawson the kart track, but you wish you could thank them. Your mother, as the busy cientist she always has been, was not available to be around all of the evenings you wished to spend there but she trusted your independence to use the bus after school. Besides, you had the impression that there were always Shield Agents keeping an eye on you no matter where you went.

Só for three whole years, that old place was your favorite. You would run out from the classroom with the first ring of the bell to get to the kart track as fast as you could, and for all those three years, you were also the best runner there.

Of course, it cost you some bloody noose and bruised hands. Especially with sore losers little boys who were very unpleased to be second placed by some random girl. There were also the parents, who would whisper not very lowly on how absurd it was to let an unsupervised little girl in such a violent activity.

As luck would have it, someday you were no longer the only little girl around.

The Danvers were local, and you always thought there were only three of them. The grumpy father and the loud and popular sons. But one day, the one with the warmest smile, the youngest son brought someone with him.

His little sister's name was Carol. She had her blonde hair tied down and she looked ready to punch anyone who gave her a hard time. All the Danvers kind looked the same to be fair. Blonde, strong and angry.

Unlike her brother and their free pass to do as they please, Carol was constantly reprimanded by her father. Even there, in front of the whole crowd and runners, he would scream and pinch her ear, adding to the fury that shone behind Carol's little blue eyes.

The other children would whisper just like their parents but growing up with spies and secret agents gave you this second nature to sneak in and out of places without being noticed. You weren't supposed to hear some of the adults whispering how Mr.Danvers drank more than he should or how his older son was leaving next summer for the army with a purple eye he didn't get in the training. You weren't supposed to but you did.

So the next time Carol crashed a car with one of the other runners, you messed up your perfect record to help her.

Her dad screamed again, as usual. But he left, muttering she could find her way home since she was so clever and Carol had those thick tears in her eyes that made them bluer, so you were helping her before you could give a second thought to it.

She didn't mind that you took her hand and brought her to the administration lobby. She's more interested in knowing how the hell you knew how to get there in the first place.

When you told her you grew up with spies she laughed thinking you were joking. You decided to tell her more stories in the hope it would distract her from the pain of the cuts she got in her legs from the crash.

It worked.

Carol had colorful patches on both her knees when you two sneaked out of there to the bus stop. You could take her home if she wished because you knew a lot about public transport but Carol smiled and said she could do it alone; Her dad was often not around and with soldiers brothers, she knew a lot about doing things by herself.

Yet, she appreciates the gesture and the thought. Her bus should be here in 25 minutes so you sit next to her and let your healthy knee brush her bruised one.

“My name is Carol Danvers by the way.”

You have to chuckle at her line.

“I know who you are, Danvers.” You retort with an easy smile. She looks up with curiosity. You chuckle again. “You know your name is on the scoreboard, right?”

She laughs, almost shyly. You don't know that yet but Carol is not the best at making friends. Especially girlfriends because apparently, every girl hated how not 60s girly behavior she acted on as much as any boy.

You didn't mind. If anything, it kinda made you like her more.

“You didn't have to do that back there you know?” She starts over, fingers tugging at the bandaid you put above her knee. “Lose the race to check on me.”

You shrug, eyes on the road. “No worries. There'll be other races. Besides, you're the only real competition I get there. If you're not participating, what's the fun in winning?”

Carol's cheeks grow a little hotter, but you're both too young to know it has nothing to do with the sun above your heads. You offer her a smile and she gets up to signal to the bus.

But before she leaves, she turns to you again.

It's quicker than her crash that morning, the thank you little peck on your right cheek but is as meaningful as losing a three-year Invictus status on a track race for someone.

Carol nearly flees the scene once she catches the first glimpse of surprise in your expression. You were caught off guard, that's all. But all you can do is laugh to yourself as you watch her run to her bus.

Tomorrow, when you are back here, you'll find Carol so you can share your lunch with her. Today, you would walk home with no clue why the spot she kissed was tingling.

-&-

Two.

Shield Academy is not the army.

It is, as the name suggests, an academic program for the gifted-minded. It's a place where a child who grew up surrounded by the brightest minds on the planet can get it easily.

Well, of course, there's a lot of studying and tiring exams that you wouldn't describe as easy but when taking everything into consideration, the only place a brainy - or huge nerd as Carol would call it - could end up was there.

So while you had big dark blue sweaters with the Shield logo on them, Carol had worn out public school uniforms.

But she was doing okay. In fact, if anyone asked you, even though you were the nerd one in that friendship, for you, Carol was quite brilliant. She had a quick mind and such a strong, well, everything. She was as clever as she was kind. She was passionate about anything she cared for and she was easily your favorite person.

The kart track gave space for the public library and the green plains behind Shield Academia as you two grew up. Carol would take her bike from across town and spend the whole day after school in those green yards with you. Often, she had a football with her while you had a book.

And while you tried to escape your Shield colleagues, Carol would find her spot at your side. She would watch those training agents and wish to be like them, while both of you knew she would follow her brothers to the military when the time came.

But for now, you're sixteen. And Carol has been your best friend for almost 6 years now. You're not sure if friends have anniversaries or if it's something reserved for dating, and since you're not gonna ask any of the agents around, especially not Doctor Lawson, you just assume is okay to get Carol a gift.

She had been wishing for a walkman for so long - she had three already, all broke down during some of her naughty antics, from jumping into the reservation without remembering to take them off her backpack to get into a fight with older kids who thrown her stuff just for the fun of it. So yes, she had those before and she loved music but somehow she always ended up breaking them so you thought maybe because you were the one gifting it, she would be more careful.

You were right of course, but that's hardly the point.

Carol started to act strange after the gift. Even days later, during movie night at her house, she got quiet, which is definitely not a Carol Danvers kind of attitude, so you started to wonder if the present was a good idea at all.

That of course, until Carol clarified the whole thing.

“I got you something too. For, hum, the anniversary thing.”

You pinched her ribs, the nearly shy behavior was such an odd thing to testify that was actually terrifying you. Carol has been your best friend for way too long for that or anything to be awkward between you two.

But then again, adolescence makes everything weird.

You don't open the gift very graciously. Because you were in the middle of movie night, of course, hands full of popcorn butter and Carol was being weird and suspect that you just wanted to put an end to it.

You chuckle at her worn-out team jacket there.

“So your gift to me is your jacket?” You asked with a confused frown, watching your friend struggle with her words the next moments.

“No, I mean yes. But not, just that.” She starts and it's quite the scene. Carol Danvers not being able to talk when that's all she does. “It's my favorite jacket. I… really like it.”

“Do you want it back then?” You suggest with a confused laugh but Carol shakes her head immediately, her cheeks rosy.

“God, no, that’s not…” she takes a deep breath. “I like the jacket, a lot, but not as much as I like you. So I thought, maybe if I can give you something that I really like, it will mean…”

“Oh, I get it.” You say with a smile, holding the jacket against your chest as Carol switches the weight in her foot. “Thank you, blondie. But you don't have to give me your favorite stuff to show me you like me. You don't have to give me anything at all really. Perhaps, all you have to do is say it and I'll believe you.”

Carol nods, shallowing dryly, and without missing a beat, she repeats her words from before: “I really like you.” It's nearly a whisper, and the way she struggles to hold your gaze tells you everything you need to know.

You smile, aware of the warmth spreading in your cheeks and ears.

“I really like you too, Carol.” You tell her and with no hush, you put her jacket on. The blonde in front of you takes a shaky breath once the jacket is properly around your body. You're distracted with the new outfit to take notice of the new dark shine her eyes hold. “Gotta admit it, Danvers, I could totally worm the athletic style. I mean, I look super cool don't I?”

But your question goes unanswered. Carol moves forward, her hands grab the collar of the gifted jacket and just like the first time, she kisses you quicker than you can manage to process.

Her lips are dry against yours because she's nervous. Trembling and terrified. You pull away, and Carol has her eyes closed tightly, breathing unevenly.

You take a deep breath and lick your lips to moisten them a little and the second kiss is much better.

There's this soft noise she makes when you move your mouth but the second you feel her tongue on your lower lip, there's noise around you two.

As if getting electrocuted, Carol jumps away just in time for her evidently drunk father to stumble inside the garage.

Carol is not eight anymore, but she's the only one left in that house. Her older brother taught her five different ways to break someone's noose, but Carol still shakes like the leaves if her father is around with his harsh words and angry looks.

This time, however, he takes a long glance at you both. The guilty looks, accelerated breathing, and he just laughs.

The only thing he says is a slur that makes Carol flinch. Then he turns his back and climbs the stairs to his bedroom, passing out in the hallway before he can make it through.

“Carol, I-” You try but she forces a smile and nods at the door.

“Please go.” She asks. “I have to take him to bed and you don't have to stay.”

“But-”

“Please.”

You leave. And Carol doesn't bring up that night for the next two years.

-&-

Three.

Graduation means Army. More specifically, the Air Force because of course Carol Danvers wants to fly away from everything and everyone.

“Not everyone.” She frowns when you tell her that. Then she smiles, legs brushing yours at the back of her truck. “I would love to have you up there with me.”

You chuckle, giving her shoulder a little bump with your own.

“Sorry Blondie, you know I hate planes.” You joke but the shine in her eyes is deeper now.

“What about spaceships?” She insists it.

You sigh into the night, pensive for a second.

“Well, Mom would probably love it if I ever suggest anything that involves flying.” You say, breaking into a chuckle as your hand moves to the leg you have bent in that position, which allows you to trace your fingers toward your ankle. “Of course, anything other than my secret little Pegasus.”

Carol gives a compliance smile at the mention of the secret tattoo you got on her seventeenth birthday but continues to watch you in silence.

The stars are shining bright above you two, and the parked truck gives as much privacy as one could get in that neighborhood. If you and Carol weren't girls, people would make conclusions.

Perhaps they’ll do it anyway.

“What would I even do up there, Danvers?” You ask her because Carol is so passionate about flying that you're starting to wonder if she is able to see a whole different world up there that you can't.

This time, her hand finds you before her lips. She brings her fingers to yours resting on the truck and locks them. She gets closer and closer and gives you all the time in the world to push her back.

But she's Carol, and she's beautiful and she's your best friend. Why wouldn't you want to kiss her?

There's tongue this time. Hesitant at first then curious, until finally hungry. Of course, Carol Danvers is a good kisser, this asshole.

You break apart, to complain with a husky tone that is unfair but Carol only chuckles before kissing you again. And again. Until somehow you end with your back against her truck, painting into her mouth.

And Carol is seventeen years old and she's a huge virgin like you who really wants this to change tonight. Not just that, of course, but she's still a teen and that's exactly what she chooses to say in order to make this less life-changing than it is.

Because sleeping together as a way of ending high school without the V Card has a completely different meaning than sleeping together because you really want to ruin a friendship.

You swallow at her suggestion, aware that the heat in your veins doesn't cover for the way your heart just broke inside your chest.

But you smile and tell Carol you love her, making sure it sounds platonic. Just to hurt her just as much.

It works, but she kisses you anyway.

-&-

Four.

Maria Rambeau is the most incredible person you have ever met. She's clever and fun and kindhearted. It's so easy to love her and it comes so naturally, that you can't really blame Carol.

You also have no right to be jealous, you tell yourself.

After all, Carol asked more than once for you to at least consider following her to the Air Force. You both had military families, so it made sense for her that you both ended up following the same path.

You were not entirely excluded from that, of course. But unlike Carol with her soldier training, you had medical classes. And while she and Maria learned to shoot people, you learned to heal them.

That of course until the third year, when Carol's training moved to space crafting and yours moved to biological charts. The Pegasus was not the only military project available for you, and being home was good but every time you caught a glimpse of the empty fields near the station, you remember afternoons with Carol and the lack of her ache a hell lot inside your chest.

But visiting her at the base and then at a local bar was a bittersweet occasion.

Because time went by and Carol made a new friend. A lovely and brilliant and apparently less confused woman new best friend. Maria who made her laugh and blush and was such a great company that you couldn't hate her no matter how much the jealousy burned inside your veins.

Somehow, no matter how many dove eyes Carol threw at Maria, she didn't catch them. Immune to her charm entirely. You kinda wished she would teach you that.

The last free week you had was spent visiting Carol and ending up in a bar. But Maria's night was continuing with a good-looking soldier somewheres else, so yours and Carol's would continue with cheap drinks.

It was probably common sense, not to mix alcohol with feelings but you and Carol clearly skipped that class.

You ended up pressed behind the bar's wall in a messy attempt of drunken make-out with your former best friend.

Carol tasted like beer and the army's year changed her. Even drunk, she knew her way around a woman's body now and you had to force your stupid brain to stop wondering about who she had been practicing with. Perhaps Maria was not immune to her charm as you thought she was.

Just as things were getting out of hand, that is, it was probably against some army rules to have sex behind one bar in the military area, Carol pulled away.

She looked so good like that, with messy hair and flushing cheeks, her lips swollen due to the whole thing.

But her eyes were so sad. And you couldn't push the alcohol and the lust away to have clear thoughts on that.

“We can't do this again.” She declares with a seriousness that makes you swallow hard. “I can't.”

She stumbles away and you nearly slip down the hall on your shaky legs. Carol is looking for her car keys but she will definitely fall asleep on the seat.

To be fair, you kinda wished that night would end in her car seat, just in very different scenarios.

“Why not, Danvers?” You manage to question once the anger pushes a little of the alcohol away. Carol sighs tiredly. “Why?” You almost scream and she stops in her tracks, turning to give you a hurt look.

“I can't do this again, okay?” She retorts and she's drunk but she's so hurt. You can see it in her eyes and it kills you to think it is something you have done it. “I don't have the strength in me to get over you again”.

Your world freezes for a whole second. Your mouth is bitter suddenly.

“O-over me?” You repeat her words, confusion mixing with the pain you feel growing in your chest. “When… When were you under me?”

The question is the best of what your drunk brain can come up with but it's enough for Carol to understand.

She lets out a sad chuckle. “C'mon, Lawson. How could you not know? Everyone did. Even my dad, especially my dad.” She corrects herself then, bitterly before taking a deep breath. “It's past. It doesn't matter anymore. We are no longer kids, messing around with things we don't understand. I know what am I. And I know we shouldn’t. I won't jeopardize our friendship again for someone I cannot have.”

There are tears in your eyes, and Carol has the fucking worst timing in the world because your brain simply can't catch up with the meaning of this conversation with all the booze in the way.

“Carol, what are you even saying?”

She just smiles, giving a nod to the bar.

“Let's get inside, I'll get you a cab back to your hotel.”

She doesn't let you question further and the next morning, when the hangover barely allows you to open your eyes, Carol says the worst thing you did last night was try dancing with a Statue.

-&-

Five.

Doctor Lawson has been acting strange lately. She says it's work stress when she returns your calls and ignores your advice about her retiring.

You use your mother's stress as an excuse to come home, and it seems ridiculous that you have to invent reasons to see Carol, but she gives you no choice. Things have been very strange between you in recent months.

The house is a mess, and it's the first time you've worried about the possibility of dementia.

Strange phrases, disconnected words. You think about calling the head of Shield when you put Dr. Lawson to bed after making her some hot tea, but you end up calling Carol.

Your former best friend brings her old truck into your garage.

"Hey, blondie." She hugs you first at the greeting, and you sigh with satisfaction at the contact. You almost forget the stress of the whole meeting with your mother. "It's good to see you."

"I missed you." Carol says with a smile, squeezing you tighter before letting go. "What happened? You sounded worried on the phone."

You sigh before telling her everything you saw, standing there leaning on Carol's truck in the dim light of the garage. It's her turn to sigh when you finish.

"Good thing I brought beer." She comments, getting a laugh out of you.

You don't even notice the time passing that night, but it's like being back in senior year, sitting side by side in the back of Carol's truck, forgetting the world around you for a moment.

When the case of beers is about to run out, you've said almost everything you have to say. Carol thinks she needs to add something more.

"I know the circumstances aren't the best but... I can't say I'm sad." She begins, looking straight ahead, a half-full can of beer in her hands. "With the possibility of you coming to live here again, I mean. I've kind of hated Washington since you left. And Shield too, for taking you away."

You giggle shyly at this and don't know what to say to Carol, so you just decide to hug her. But you're a bit dizzy after the third beer and miscalculate your approach. You end up too close to her face and can see almost in slow motion how the blue darkens or how Carol chokes on her breath.

"I'm sorry, I-" you begin in a hoarse voice, but she doesn't let you finish. The beer can slips out of her hand as she uses both to pull your face towards her.

It's an intense, messy, and passionate kiss. Carol swallows all the sighs that escape your lips as she presses her mouth to yours. Her tongue doesn't ask for passage. You melt against her and try your best to match her energy, suddenly feeling very dizzy, unrelated to the beer.

Her hands move from your face to your neck and down to your waist. Carol mentions pulling you onto her lap, but the balcony lights flicker on and she grunts as she pulls away.

You're still blinking spellbound at the whole thing, trying to catch your breath as she stands up, adjusting her hair.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have done that." She mutters more to herself than to you, hoarse and upset. You swallow dry. "I'm so stupid."

"Carol."

"You're so fucking stupid, Carol Danvers, I swear to God." She ignores your call, continuing to curse quietly to herself. You frown, but end up looking at the porch; your mother has woken up and looks just as lost as before and you really need to check on her.

When you get out of the truck, you touch Carol on the shoulder, and she turns around almost in despair.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I'm leaving-"

"Carol, shut up." You cut her off and don't let her say another word.

She shuts up immediately. "I really have to get back inside, and make sure my mom doesn't turn on any water or store the cat in the fridge again." You chuckle apologetically, stroking her cheek. "But I need you to understand that this isn't a mistake, an accident or a thoughtless act after a few beers. At least it isn't and it never was for me. We need to start talking to each other."

Carol nods quickly, swallowing as she looks down at your swollen lips. "Yeah, talking is good."

You smile, and hear the sound of the cat in the house and think you'd better start running. "Later, okay?"

"Later."

But your mother doesn't have dementia. She's not even allowed in a regular hospital. Shield is strangely private about everything, but you're practically coerced into signing confidentiality papers about the current state of Dr. Lawson, who seems to miraculously improve after spending an hour in a room with other agents.

Carol is the only person you can talk to about things, and she has news of her own.

"Maria is pregnant." She tells you, with a twinkle in her eye, without waiting for you to finish absorbing the news. "And she wants me to be the godmother!"

You're happy for Maria, especially perhaps because she's seeing that handsome soldier and she and Carol have nothing going on. Also, you need to tell Carol that you can go back to Washinton now that your mother is better.

"Oh, I thought..." The blonde hesitates as she hears the news, trying not to look upset by forcing a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "I thought you'd decided to stay."

You're having breakfast in the living room of your house, Dr. Lawson is working upstairs. You swallow the bitter feeling of hurting Carol again.

"I would, for Mom. But why would I stay in Louisiana?" It's a rhetorical question because you both know very well what would make you stay. Carol laughs sadly, looking down. You get tired of pretending. " I would stay for you. I would stay for... us."

She looks at you in silence, a conflict of emotions on her face. "Don't be ridiculous, you can't just give up your career for a friendship-"

"Carol." You cut her off seriously, and she choked on her sentence, her eyes as tearful as yours. You give her a small smile, trying to ignore the way your heart is pounding in your chest. "You know that's not what I'm saying."

She swallows dryly, and despite reaching out to take your hand, she insists; "I'm gonna need you to say it."

"God, you're such an asshole." You gasp with emotion, laughing as tears of happiness escape yours and her eyes. Carol also laughs but waits. "Okay, Danvers. You've got me. I'm completely, irrevocably in love with you. I have been for a long time, maybe since the first time I saw you. And I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you."

Carol almost knocks over the coffee table when she moves in to kiss you but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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imaginedreamwrite · 10 days ago

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so…bunny hybrid reader? Please go on!

The cool forced air of the building is a welcomed change from the oddly stifling heat. Though most of the summer would turn out to be average in heat and humidity, something about this weekend makes you crave the cool underbrush of a forest somewhere.

Instead of diving beneath the protective layers of brush and trees that a bunny hybrid like yourself would crave, you find yourself stepping interior. Onto a military base where, given your new job, you are one of very few civilian’s who are working the administrative system. You are a new hire, a recent hire, after the last few assistants had decided that being around nefarious like hybrids wasn’t well suited to them.

You could’ve likely been one of the ones who avoided this job as well, only you were scrambling to recover from your last relationship. You were too trusting, too willingly to forgive the antiquities of your exes that convinced you to just dive right in.

Now you were being forced to focus on picking yourself up and repairing the titular holes of your life—finding a new apartment, a studio if you could, while trying to combat the problems in your life.

“This way,” the manner of which you’re addressed is casual enough for you to dive out of the way as a group of rowdy soldiers pass, one or two of which look back at you, “you’ll be in the main building with the other administrative assistant’s. You will be one of two front desk receptionist’s on Tuesday’s, Wednesday’s & Thursday’s. Monday’s and Friday’s you will be working off the main building-“

Your ears twitch beneath your hairstyle that you carefully designed, plaits that mesh seamlessly with your soft ears to disguise them as much as possible. The droopiness of the soft touch as they fall naturally, has only started to lift when you are led into a side room.

A group of men are speaking to a woman there, slightly greyed blonde hair pulled out of her face and into a bun at the back of her head. She is also a hybrid, that much you can detect, with a glint of sharp teeth protruding from her top teeth. When you step into the room you can feel eyes on you, four men all equally crushing in size compared to you, that give you a brief once over.

“Security clearance,” the person showing you around has given you a badge, a security clearance passport for some functions of the base, and you quickly clip it to the front of your sweater. “Ignore them.”

Just as quickly as you are led into the room, you’re led out but not fast enough—not nearly fast enough before one of the men spies one of your ears.

“Oi it’s a cute little bunny!” His loud claim and jest has brought all attention to you, and your ears begin twitching at the same pace as your nose scrunches. “Look at the little ears-“

“Sergeant!” The woman snaps at the man who spoke, her icy glare burning into the grinning man who seems to reflect any kind of consequences from his statement.

Your nose scrunches, it twitches as you back off into the doorframe, those eyes on you. The tour is not even over yet, you’d barely been on base for ten minutes and already some predator with a cocky grin has commented on your ears.

“Come on, Laswell! Look at the little creature!” He continues, even as you dart out of the room and toward the front of the administrative building, the harrowing croon of his voice trailing after you.

Once you have reached the front of the building with your guide, you are shown to a desk—given access to what you need to, with the assurance that most hybrids like you lose their shiny new toy status within days. It’ll blow over, you’ll be able to focus on your job without worrying about the soldiers.

Today was only the first day, give them time to adjust, trust the process, everything will be blown over before long.

And soon no one will pay any mind to the newest hybrid on base, the little floppy eared twitchy nosed bunny. That’s what you’re promised anyway, but doubts have strained that belief—but only time will tell.

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jks1uv · 4 months ago

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝐺𝐵 𝐴𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦, 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 “𝐹𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒́𝑒” ; illya kuryakin | one-shot |

summary: in which it takes playing dress-up with a russian kgb agent to realize the true feelings you two have masked well.

pairing: fem!reader x illya kuryakin.

trope: friends to lovers + undercover spies disguised as an engaged couple.

genre: modern!au + fluff + slow-burn romance.

warnings‼️: illya’s tall ahh (he’s 6’5 (das my type!! 😝)) + implied introvert!reader + crude language + mentions alcohol consumption + a movie reference to 365 Days (2020) (i’ve never watched any of those movies & i never will 🙏🏽) + a kiss scene.

word count: 2,819.

random disclaimerrr: rewatched The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) a few days ago & i forgot how good it is. icl armie hammer was so fine in that movie 😭 the accent and height added so much more to his appeal & illya is such a gentleman uGH i want illya soo badd. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv

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“You will be ready by the time the party’s over, yes?” Illya asks snarkily.

You shake your head and roll your eyes at his playfulness, a smile creeps up onto your face.

“Sure!” You reply cheekily as you open the door and switch off the light, exiting the bathroom.

You have your eyes set on your purse and heels and you walk towards them while putting on your earrings.

You don’t notice the effect you have on the tall Russian. His lips are agape and his eyes rest on your moving figure.

He’s the one who picked out what you’re wearing, from the earrings down to the heels. The idea in his head has now come to life and he doesn’t know what to do.

He always thought you were pretty, lovely, pretty lovely. Not tonight. Tonight you’re so much more.

There’s an allure of mystery that surrounds you.

There’s something in your eyes that makes you look so unattainable yet that much desirable. The curves of your nose and lips makes him want to study your face to see what other qualities he shall find.

What have you done to him to have him conjure up such sentiments? Illya deems it must be enchantment but he doesn’t mind.

You’ve bewitched him the moment he first saw you running down an alley. The moonlight casted an ethereal glow in your fearful eyes and it made him want to protect you from then on.

You feel glamorous and the elegance in your walk adds to your charm.

You remind yourself to thank your Russian friend forever for buying you everything.

“I know I said it already but thank you, Illya. Truly.”

You don’t hear a response but you don’t need it. You know he told you not to thank him for buying you things but you feel obligated. He’s spoiling you, fake fiancé or not.

You sit on the bed and have one heel in your hand when Illya kneels in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

He tilts his head towards your heel and you look at him confused. He puts his hand out and waits for you to put your heel in his possession.

“There’s no need for that, really. I can do this myself.”

You feel the butterflies flying all around your stomach and you can feel the heat covering your ears.

You’ve experienced his respectful nature when he opens all doors of every kind and waits for you to enter, a hand is always at your back when you’re in crowds, a chair is pushed out for you to sit down on and pushed back in everywhere you two go.

But willingly kneeling in a freshly dry-cleaned and pressed suit for wanting to put your heels on for you? That takes the cake.

You’re lost in all the ways his gentlemanliness comes out for (read: affects) you that you don’t realize he’s clasping the belt buckle of your second heel.

His fingers linger for a moment longer and that quiet act of intimacy makes the breath in your chest heavy. You swallow it.

Illya moves swiftly to stand, he holds out his hand for you take. You maintain eye contact with him as you take it. Your shoulders meet his middle and he sticks his elbow out for you take, your purse already in his other hand.

“Ready?” His lips are turned back into a small smile.

You nod and retrieve your purse from him.

You don’t mention how you’re matching (and how extremely handsome he looks). Maybe it’s because he’s supposed to be your fiancé but it still makes you feel giddy inside.

A small smile is plastered on your face and you don’t care if you look like an idiot.

Affection tends to have that effect on people.

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Illya is a Russian architect who immigrated to the States for a job opportunity and you’re the daughter of his boss; a businessman.

The mission is to mingle with the targets rich posse and find the blueprints of a project that is being used as a cover for something problematic.

Illya does most of the talking as you don’t know how you’re supposed to converse with spoiled, conceited assholes without ripping their and/or your hair out. That and the fact that you don’t talk to strangers very well.

You don’t like unwanted attention so you excuse yourself and sit on a stool at the minibar.

“Excuse me?” A manly voice catches your attention.

Of course. You knew you had to talk to someone tonight but that didn’t mean you were ready.

You lift your chin to meet his gaze. You can tell he’s old-money rich.

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if I’d seen you before.”

Fuck.

You think fast. “I don’t think so. I’m not exactly famous.”

He smirks at that last bit.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t forget your face.”

You’re midway through a sip of some variation of a martini when you lightly cough from his flirting.

The stranger just smiles wider and offers another drink.

“Oh, no. Please, I-I don’t really drink much.”

He waves you off and insists on buying you one more. He invites himself over to the stool next to you and you wish to die.

“So, what brings you here?”

“My fiancé is an architect and he was invited to take a look at an unfinished project.”

You shock yourself with how smoothly the lie came out of your lips. Your brain is killing it right now.

“Ah, is it the Manhattan Project?”

Bingo.

You nod and lick your lips to wipe off any excess alcohol when his arm extends forward to wipe something off the corner of your lips.

“Smudged lipstick.” He explains.

You immediately feel uncomfortable. It would’ve been different if Illya did that but there’s an odd vibe you’re getting from this guy.

His eyes seem like they’re hiding something and that stupid fucking smirk on his face feels sleazy.

You’ve got to get out of here.

“Thanks.” You say feeling quite the opposite of thankful.

He nods coolly before asking who your fiancé is and you point to Illya.

“Holy shit, he’s tall.” You chuckle a bit at that.

“How’d you two meet?”

You eye him a bit before carefully decide what to say next.

“We’ve been talking about me this entire time, care to tell me your name for a change?”

You take another sip from your martini and think you did a good job deflecting but his silence is unnerving. His body language is now tense. It’s like you caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to do.

You calm your heart and try to relax. You remind yourself that you’re in public, nothing will happen if you just stay calm and alert. Besides, Illya is just a short walk away.

“Come with me, I wanna show you somethin’.”

Alarms start to go off in your head and you immediately regret not getting up the moment you caught wind off him.

“Oh, I can’t. My fiancé-”

“Your fiancé seems pretty busy to me.” He quips.

He’s looking at Illya and you reluctantly follow his line of reasoning to see Illya laughing it up with a bunch of randoms about who knows what.

You digress. “Well, you did buy me a drink so. Can’t leave it unfinished, right?”

You weren’t going to drink it but anything to keep yourself here. You read the impatience on his face and you’ve decided; you’re not going anywhere with him.

You purse your lips in a friendly smile but he doesn’t feel the same.

He grabs your wrist and it hurts. You snap your neck up at him and he’s so close to you, you want to make a scene if that’s what it takes to make him go away. Yet you regain your composure.

“Let go of me.” You make sure to enunciate every word with even though your voice was trying to betray you.

He ignores you and turns around only for his face to run into the wall that is Illya’s chest.

He drops your wrist and hisses in pain, his fingers covering his nose.

Illya doesn’t seem amused. His eyes move past him and make their way to you, your feet guide you to him.

He instinctively reaches out for your wrist and you hear him sharply exhale through his nose. His fingers delicately hold your wrist, the pad of his thumb rubs it gently. His face is stitched together in worry, forgive me his eyes plead. His hands come up to hold your face and he kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs.

“It’s okay, I-I’m okay.”

The other man whines pitifully in pain and Illya’s attention is on him again.

His eyes pierce straight through him and you watch his face contort to something rageful. His eyes brim with fury and you’re in a trance. You’ve never seen him like this before.

His other hand shakes with anger and adrenaline but he reels it in.

“Don’t touch her if you like that hand.” Illya’s voice is grave, adding to his intimidating demeanor.

You step in front of him, serving as a divider for both men and set your hands on his chest.

“Calm down. Please, Illya, let’s just leave.” You plea, softly.

Napoleon is in his ear telling him you’re right and to do as you say but you know he won’t listen to him. You hope he can at least hear you out.

“Please.” You press.

Illya’s eyes drop down to you and they dart back at the other pathetic loser walking away with a bloodied napkin with some other guy awkwardly trailing behind.

He wordlessly envelopes the hand of your lightly bruised wrist in both of his and takes you back to the hotel room.

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You and Illya have adjoining rooms that are connected by a sliding door.

You decide to shower and do your skincare before addressing what happened back there.

When you come out, you find your Russian friend playing chess with himself, seated at a small coffee table in his room.

You walk to the sliding door and stare at his back, tiptoeing over if you should speak now or forever hold your peace.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The grin that spreads over your face can’t be helped.

“I was just thinking that, seriously.”

He hums and thoughtfully moves a chess piece; the black knight.

There’s a slight pep in your step as you lay across his bed in front of him.

One hand holds his chin while the other is contemplating his next move. You mimic his movements by holding up your head with one hand. The fingers of your injured wrist fiddle with the string tying your shorts, tightening the waistline.

You think he looks cozy, warm even. Black long-sleeved silk pajamas with white buttons and threading. His dirty blonde hair is a bit damp from his shower, yet combed and swept back neatly.

He gets up and walks towards the bed with a kit in one hand. You sit up as he sets it down beside you.

You deduce he smells of cashmere with undertones of wood. It’s a nice combination, however unexpected it may be.

“Let me see.”

You don’t argue and show him your wrist.

He examines it carefully, blinking up at you when he touches the newfound bruise.

“Does it hurt when I touch it?” His voice is soft now, a gentle hum coating his words.

You shake your head.

Illya applies an ointment on it which causes a cooling sensation over your wrist and he wraps it up with a bandage.

He sits beside you and holds onto your hand. He sighs deeply.

“I’m truly sorry, Y/n.”

You open your mouth to protest but he continues.

“I should have been there. I should never have left you alone.”

“But I’m fine, Illya. Nothing too crazy happened.”

He stares into your eyes and you can see the penance he craves.

The index finger of your free hand comes up to trace the little scar at the side of his face and he closes his eyes on contact.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” You hope he can hear your sincerity and gratitude.

“At least I got some info out of him.”

He opens his eyes at this and you find yourself lost in the ocean-like abyss that are his eyes.

“I said you were invited to take a look at an unfinished project and he let the cover name slip.”

They’re so incredibly blue, you had no idea. An electric sky blue under whiter lights and a calm cerulean when in a darker setting. It’s the latter right now.

“You good?” His tone is far from worried and closer to amusement.

“Mhm.”

He tilts his head a bit and a smirk grows on his lips at your lack of words.

“Are you lost, babygirl?”

You burst into a fit of giggles at his action of referencing a movie for a real-life scenario.

He’s full on smiling now, seeing you happy makes him feel good. He feels even better knowing he’s the direct cause of your joy.

“You’re so corny.”

You squeeze some air into your lungs. Your hands hold his arm in a hug and you let your head fall into the space between his shoulder and neck.

You can hear Illya’s heartbeat and it starts to speed up as you lay on him. You sit back and are about to ask him what’s wrong but the words die in your throat as he tucks some hair behind your ear.

Your breathing becomes shallower by the second and his hand stays behind your ears.

The pads of his fingers set your nerves on fire. They cup the back of your neck and his thumb rests on your collarbone.

The tension between you is tangible but you don’t want to move. You’re afraid it’ll shatter like a cruel illusion made from a fantasy you’ll never get to experience.

Illya swallows harshly and eyes your lips that allow a bit of air to come through.

“I… Can I kiss you?”

And of course he’d ask you for permission. Of course he’d ask for your consent instead of voicing his desire in a string of words similar to ‘I’d like to kiss you’.

Anyone else would think this is a trivial matter but its value is understood by you and him.

You can’t find it in yourself to be cruel and deny you or him this chance.

“Yes.” You sigh.

Your eyes flutter shut, your eyelashes brush up against his cheekbone as he kisses you softly. His other hand wraps itself around your neck tenderly, like a ghost of warmth harboring your throat.

His lips smell of mint and you break away from him. He follows you blindly until you cover your fingers on his mouth.

“Did you use my chapstick?” Your lips tingle with a minty sensation.

His lips are pink, a bit brighter from the tint of your chapstick and the blood rushing through them.

You smile as he opens his eyes and doesn’t mask the confusion.

“…Yes. Is that a problem?”

You know he’s seriously asking but you like it. The fact that he willingly put on your chapstick.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’. “Just wanted to be sure.”

“Ah. Okay.”

He leans in to kiss you again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You lay down and can’t help your excitement. You pull away with a soft smack and ask, “But why?”

His eyes narrow suspiciously. You beam up at him and rake your fingers through his slightly dry hair.

“I was curious.”

You give him an unimpressed look.

“That was really anticlimactic.”

He sighs and looks down, his head coming down to rest on your stomach.

“I wanted to know… how your- uh… lips felt.”

His voice sounds a bit muffled but you make sense of what his intentions were.

“What?!” You laugh.

He knows you aren’t mocking him but he feels embarrassed. His head shoots back up to face you.

“You’re always putting it on and the tint makes your lips look nice so.” He tries to shrug it off but you’re not having it.

“You mean my lips look absolutely desirable and you’ve always wanted a kiss, hm?”

He groans in embarrassment.

“Fuck you.”

Your teasing has seemed to get the best of him and you gasp at his sudden use of crude language.

“You wish.”

He’s left stunned at your sudden brazenness.

You seize this moment as he’s left distracted and reach up to kiss his lips, making an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ sound.

He grips your shoulders and pushes you back down onto the pillows and you squeal with delight.

He allows himself to smile as he sees the rest of his future in your eyes.

#illya kuryakin #illya kuryakin fluff #illya kuryakin fem!reader #illya kuryakin x reader #illya kuryakin x y/n #illya kuryakin x you #illya kuryakin oneshot #the man from u.n.c.l.e.#the man from u.n.c.l.e. fluff #the man from u.n.c.l.e. oneshot #♡ hearts 4 everyone! ♡#s writes!#tkgbaahplf

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goodqueenaly · 1 year ago

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I’ve never come up with an entirely perfect working theory on Coldhands, but the one I lean toward most is that Coldhands is - somehow - an “ordinary” wight (to the extent the word can be used) whom Bloodraven has skinchanged into, effectively taking over from the Others' control of him, and is using as his agent, so to speak, outside the cave of the children of the forest. Whether or not this sort of skinchanging is even possible, I have no idea - but I gravitate toward this idea because I could see Bloodraven using, and justifying the use of, such a being to achieve his ends. As a wight, Coldhands would presumably raise no suspicions among other wights, and perhaps not the Others either - a useful cover for one who had to travel across many hostile miles between the Wall and the cave (and indeed, when Coldhands shows up to save Sam and Gilly, there doesn't seem to be any indication that the wights are going to attack him). Supernatural agents serving as his spies or as part of his spy network is of course nothing new for Bloodraven, given his actions in his political life: even if the stories Dunk remembers that Bloodraven “could change his face, put on the likeness of a one-eyed dog, even turn into a mist” and command “gaunt gray wolves [to hunt] down his foes” and “carrion crows [to spy] for him and [whisper] secrets in his ear” were not all completely true (though some, I think, undoubtedly were), Bloodraven was certainly willing to use a glamour to disguise himself as a hedge knight at the tourney at Whitewalls. From fabricating an identity, and face, to garb himself as another person, Bloodraven has, perhaps, progressed to taking over another person (or at least, their body) entirely, projecting himself into the world as he no longer physically can.

More to the point, I like the way that Coldhands as a skinchanged wight controlled by Bloodraven might in a way represent Bloodraven himself (beyond merely serving as his agent). Like Bloodraven, Coldhands is a Night’s Watch ranger, both complete with tattered old blacks that once reflected their Night's Watch membership, seemingly dead “long ago” but in fact alive (or as much as either can be deemed alive, anyway). Coldhands is, like Bloodraven, a figure both sustained and bound by supernatural power. As Bloodraven has “lived beyond his mortal span” thanks to the weirwoods’ magic, so Coldhands, though killed long before his encounters with Sam and Bran, walks and talks like a living being; however, just as Brynden is fated sooner rather than later to “[go] into the trees” completely, to remain permanently in the cave and join that lineage of greenseers on their weirwood seats, so Coldhands is restricted to the wilds beyond the Wall, permitted neither to cross the Wall’s boundaries nor to enter the children’s warded cave. Coldhands no more hesitates to serve Bran, the Reeds, and Hodor the physical flesh of Night’s Watch deserters, despite the horror of cannibalism, than Bloodraven hesitated to serve Daeron II and Aegon V, metaphorically, the flesh of Daemon Blackfyre and his sons and Aenys Blackfyre, respectively, despite the proscriptions against kinslaying and violating guest right (albeit perhaps with some personal qualms for Bloodraven to the former). In the sort of amusing twist Bloodraven himself might appreciate, the man who once spoke with the king’s voice as Hand now perhaps almost literally has another speak with his voice while he himself sits on a mystical throne. Too, as Bloodraven had once appeared to Dunk looking like “a living corpse” as the former rode through King’s Landing, so now a real living corpse, just as pale, would represent Bloodraven as he rode across the lands beyond the Wall.

What I like about this idea as well is the way in which it adds to the nuance and ethical questions surrounding Bloodraven and the magic he uses. To be clear, I think Bloodraven does care about saving the world: the literally superhuman effort put in to shepherding Bran to becoming his greenseer successor is I believe indicative of this aim. Nevertheless, by skinchanging into a raised wight, Bloodraven may be approaching something close to the rather more nefarious magic employed by the Others; if the very evil of the Others is in their enslaving the reanimated dead for the purposes of destruction, how moral or immoral is Bloodraven’s similar use of a wight, albeit for ultimately positive (or intended to be positive) ends? This potential willingness to take over a human body through magical means, with all the accompanying implications for and discussions on the morality of the actor in question, echoes not only in Varamyr’s disturbing Prologue (with his attempts to seize Thistle) but even in the otherwise very sympathetic Bran and his forcible takeover of Hodor, especially in non-survival or unintentional situations. Obviously, I do not think Bran is malicious or evil, much less on the level of monstrous Varamyr, but I do think the author wants readers to recognize the horror implicit here - through the Others, through these circumstances with Bran, and through, perhaps, Bloodraven’s control of Coldhands (hence the chilling self-identification of Coldhands as “your monster, Brandon Stark).

#asoiaf meta #coldhands

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multifandombullshitbabes · 1 year ago

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Walter boy scratching his head, looking cute, being cute, y'know know how it is

Description and the ref pics i used for this outfit!!

ID: Digital drawing of Walter Beckett from Spies in Disguise. He is a young white man with blue eyes and chestnut hair. His eyebags are very visible and his hair is messy. His left eye is shut and his face is pinched in an expression of concentration as his right hand scratches his head. He is wearing a black beanie with some floppy and long bunny ears on either side of it, going past his shoulders. He is wearing a zipped jacket that is divided into three big stripes of color, horizontally, almost by thirds: the one closest to the head is a very dark red, the one in the middle is a cream color with dark grey zig-zag details on the bottom and the top of the stripe and in the middle there are two dark red bunnies facing the red zipper, which is right in the middle of the jacket, running along the body, and the last stripe is a brighter red, the same color of the collar of the jacket. The zipper is silver.

the pics were from pinterest sooo yh :))

#spies in disguise #walter beckett #SiD #spies in disguise fanart #walter beckett fanart #SiD fanart #hey look i posted a thing #so artsy rawr XD #first time drawing walter boy!!! yes i did do his face first on the sims 4 just to get him to look less cartoonish lmao #also this fit is so cute. the bunny beanie?? stfu #also yes im using the whiteboard from canva LMAOO #hope yall like this cute lil bunny boy cuz ik i do hihi <3<3

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tiredlilguy · 2 years ago

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Uhhhh mayhaps for your requests can I request the flags (either separately or altogether) x reader with an ability like Natsume? Like they can shapeshifter into a cat (or other animals even, dog, bird etc) Just fluffy hcs! 💕💕

a/n: hello!!! this is honestly such an interesting request, i decided to brew on it for a little bit. i wanted to give each of the Flags a separate animal >:D so enjoy! [i imagined that the abilites worked similar to atsushi's where sometimes you can have some physical parts of the animal still on you by will]

pairing(s): The Flags (separately) X GN!Reader cw: lots of talk about murder, but besides that not proofread desc: just some fluffy/general hc's with you are their animal shape-shifting partner!

Pianoman:

you are a goose! (A white feathered goose to be specific)

Why? Because apparently gooses are a symbol of perfection (the internet’s take, not mine-)

I was actually going to change this until I realized that 1. Geese can be violent and 2. This is actually highkey a perfect animal for disguise… sort of

You are the Mafia’s spy/assassin goose

Let’s be real here, I can see that actually kind of being badass, ok? Imagine you’re just chilling at the park, and you don’t even know that you’re being spied on by A GOOSE!!!

You got wings if your ability is a little stubborn to deactivate. They’re very pretty :) Pianoman admires them; will ask to get your clothes tailored so they can sprout out when you’re relaxed

Enjoys the warmth when you wrap your wings around him; he’ll let out a soft hum too

Pianoman will sometimes place a pretty red ribbon with a bell on it around your neck in your full goose form so that he doesn’t lose track of you, your small in your goose form! He wants to make sure he can hear your waddling and the bell too (*a;ldkfj;alskdjf fluffy pianoman thoughts*)

I can see him helping you prune your wings as well; having the goose as an ability is nice until you get sudden back pain :(

He’ll take a seat behind you while you are sitting at the end of the bed shirtless and help you pluck old feathers (and whatever else he can do without hurting you too much)

You always apologize for making him do all of this for you as his hands are already calloused from counting money, but he doesn’t mind as long as it’s you

Pianoman would reassure you by placing a kiss on the side of your head while continuing to help you

Yeah, your full goose form is really cute, but also… he’s very aware of how deadly you can be

Sharp teeth and big wings… you could potentially lure someone to death if you wanted

He enjoys hearing how you kill people, finds it impressive too!

I feel like he’d enjoy giving you a lot of cute chokers in your human/goose form :D he sometimes gets creative and changes up the colors/ruffles/shape of the bell

A;sldkfj;asldkf I feel like he likes to play piano/sing to you if you’re around in your goose form; he’ll smile as he watches you waddle around a bit before turning back into your human form

Hyonk (im sorry I was being a silly goose with this one) [that was solandiss’s joke]

Lippmann:

you are a fox!

I can see you making the little cute noises that fox’s make when they’re trying to talk

He understands what you’re trying to say, and only him; it’s like both of your own secret language :3 (he just responds back to you in a human language though-)

Likes to pet you in your full-fox form, he enjoys how soft you are and you enjoy laying in his lap because he’s warm

Would tease you if you think you’re in you have your tail/ears out while you’re in somewhat of a human form

He’d probably pull on them at first, not believe that they’re real, you’d probably yelp and slap his hand away

He still does that, but pulls more gently :) he likes hearing the little noises you make

You’re probably a lot faster than him sometimes if you’re both on a mission together

Imagining him trying to be stealthy, but he’s kind of slow in your eyes, so you quickly turn into a fox and run off

He’s happy to see you bringing back a freshly bloody hand from your mouth and placing it at his feet

Idk why, but I can see him making you little boots for your paws when you’re in your fox form… you don’t wear them at first, but one day it gets cold so you put them on (you tried to make it so he couldn’t see you, but he saw… he has a photo of it

Likes to caress your cheek and look at your eyes; they may still look a little bit animalistic after using your fox form, but he loves you all the same (probably thinks it’s hot…)

Will groom you in your fox form because it not only soothes you, but enjoys watching you fully relax in his lap

Iceman:

you are a wolf! (Specifically a grey wolf)

He doesn’t say much, and neither do you when you’re in your wolf form, but he enjoys having you around when you’re in your wolf form

You’re both literally perfect for each other

Iceman’s a pretty stealthy person, and while a wolf is kind of obvious in public, you both probably look badass as hell next to each other

He’ll like… point at the person you both have to kill and you’ll instantly lunge at them and like… violently rip their head off

You’re probably like… really warm to him; even if you’re in your full human form, you’re just an absolute heater

He’ll enjoy the warmth from you, wrapping his strong arms around you and nuzzling his nose into your shoulder

Iceman likes to pet you a lot, but he’s the only person that you let do that to you

Is impressed by your vision at night, mainly because he can’t see out of one of his eyes; so in that way, you’re both work quite well together

I can see a lot of soft eskimo kisses :))

You both don’t talk much, but you both also seem to know exactly what’s on each other’s mind; sort of similar to Lippmann’s, but you both don’t need to say a single word, just giving each other a single glance

A;lsdkfjas;ldkfj imagining you missing him if he’s away abroad, and him coming back and you tackling him in your wolf form =w= so cute

You got that dawg in u

Albatross:

YOU’RE A CROW! A BIG ASS CROW (I love crows so much guys)

You make the cool clicking noises in your crow form when he pats your stomach

Has a bird handling glove whenever you’re working together so that you can rest on his forearm; or sometimes he’ll just rawdog it and leave his arm out for you to land on (you gotta be gentle though, cause you could accidentally hurt him with your talons; he also just doesn’t mind though)

Tries to feed you birdseed/nuts as a joke when your on his arm; you usually spit them back at his face because bruh, but sometimes you’ll eat them

Thinks you’re human-sized wings in your half-human form is COOL ASF

He’ll be mouth-wide open, shiny eyed at your human-sized black wings (that’s how he fell in love)

Will sometimes purposely put himself into dangerously high spots so you can fly him away; it scares the shit out of you, but he just wants to see your ability in action

Your wings are probably fucking… STRONG ASF; he’s impressed by how fast you can get around sometimes

Alb is an expert pruner; why? Because I said so

Will know when your wings are pruning before you can even feel it, and he knows how to take care of you so well that you barely even remember having back pain

Will always massage your back after long missions though, he does worry about you despite his silly attitude

Likes to fly a plane and see you fly with him; he knows it’s you in a heartbeat because you’re crow form is just very familiar to him

Likes to pet you in your crow form a lot, enjoys the satisfied noises that you make when he’s petting you

Has one of your feather’s on a necklace ;-; or sometimes he’ll pluck one to put in his braid (a;sldkfa;jsdf I love him)

CACAW!!

Doc:

you are a snakey (a python to be specific)

He loves you sm, like genuinely, he thinks you’re so fucking cool

Will wear you as a necklace in your snake form, it gives Lippmann the chills, but Doc knows you won’t hurt him

You are a little heavy though… but he doesn’t mind ofc because you’re also very warm (he is cold, plz warm him up)

Likes seeing you around the Mafia in your snake form and scaring the newbies; he thinks it’s hilarious asf

Your venom interests him in his collections of poisons, will ask if he can milk your venom for research (I know this sounds weird, but it’s actually the correct term)

Likes watching you sink your teeth into your enemies, finds it satisfying as they shiver and eventually die

Thinks your little tongue peeking out is cute in a way, will comment on how cute you are while the flags kinda look at him sideways (more so Chuuya)

Idk where I got this idea, but he’d crochet you little hats; sometimes seasonal sometimes not

If you’re in your human form, you probably have rly sharp fangs, they kind of peak out a little bit out of your mouth (he also thinks that’s cute)

Finds you fascinating, but he loves you very much :DDD

Chuuya:

you are a dog (specifically a doberman)

A;lkdfj;alksdjf Y E S

You’re both very protective of each other, but you have the better hearing (which he’s a little bit grumpy for not having)

Likes to pet you, a lot :D especially if you did well on a job

Custom collars and chokers; you’ll have a matching one like his :DDD

You both look badass asf together, and so you obviously gotta be matching

However, a lot of dog jokes from Dazai… unfortunately, but it’s ok, you can just beat him up I guess

I can see him enjoying petting you when he gets stressed out, you calm him down in a way

I would have more ideas, but my brain is fried, so have this

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connoisseursdecomfort · 1 year ago

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Spies, Lies and Deceptions - Questions

and related theories about Twilight

I went to a special exhibition about spies in the Imperial War Museum in London yesterday. And yes it did make me think about Twilight. So I'm going to make a post about several questions that have always been asked about Twilight.

Why do the agents have to wear WISE pins or earrings or some sort of accessories?

I am opening with the funniest discovery I've made during this visit. BRIXMIS (British spies operating in East Germany) and SOXMIS (Soviet Military Mission. Operating in West Germany) both "were required to drive clearly marked vehicles" and "had to wear uniform on tours". Well...

Regarding Twilight's disguises, why can't he put on more disguises as Loid Forger?

There are indeed examples of how makeups can be done, and how different makes-ups are classified as (i.e. temporary, semi-permanent, permanent). There is this one person tho who didn't use disguises:

Ben Cowburn, who had completed four highly dangerous missions to occupied France, explained in his memoirs that he "wore no disguise in France... an undisguised [spy] could look the same and be different."

Why does his aliases always start with R/L? Why did Nightfall made their aliases so close to their code names?

This could explain why Twilight's aliases always begin with the letters R and L. It could also explain why Fiona had to make their aliases very close to their codenames. It's most possibly how they refer to each other professionally.

Last but not least, there is this one part of the exhibition which would give us a glimpse of what Twilight would ultimately face. The letters between Klaus Fuchs, the "atomic spy", and one of his close friends, Genia Peierls.

Fuchs and the Peierls are close friends. He would even babysit their children. After his arrest, Genia wrote to Fuchs:

For your "cause" you did not have to be on such warm personal relations with them, to play with their children, and dance and drink and talk. You are such a quiet man that you could have kept yourself much more aloof. You were enjoying the best of the world you were trying to destroy. It is not honest. In a way I am glad that you failed to this, because these people taught you the value of humanity, of warmth, of freedom. What did you do to them, Klaus? Not only that their faith in decency and humanity is shaken, but for years to come, they will be suspected of being involved in this with you. Perhaps you did not think about it at the time, bt you must think now. ... Oh, Klaus, my tears are washing away the ink. I was so very fond of you, and I so much wanted you to be happy, and now you never will be. ... You are now going through the hardest time a man can go through, you have burned your god.

And Fuch's reply:

I didn't [think], and that is the greatest horror I had to face when I looked at myself. ... Sorry, I haven't got anybody to type this for me. I hope you can read it. And don't worry, if you don't see the tears. I have learned to cry again. And to love again.

#spyxfamily #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #agent twilight #spy x family manga #spy family #spy x family anime

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thedragonagelesbian · 5 months ago

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14 and 9 for the spots to kiss prompts?

kiss prompts!!!

doing 14 now.... may come back for 9 (kiss on the ear) later!

14. a kiss on the chin

"Do you miss them?"

"Always." It was always a marvel, how much softer Josephine's hands were than hers, scented with lingering hibiscus lotion and a stray smear of ink tucked into the nail bed of her pinky. Their evening herbal teas were cooling on the table in Dahlian's bedroom as they drew close to each other and the fire. Whatever they had been talking about before, the only thing Dahlian could focus on now was Josephine's fingers against her cheek... and Solas', almost a year and a half ago now, wiping everything away. A ghost she couldn't get rid of no matter how hard she huffed at the memory. "In all my years, I have never felt so foolish as I did that day."

As raw and bare as her face, every last defense that she had used to stave off vulnerability within the Inquisition stripped away.

Staring at her reflection in the water and wondering what all the wrinkles and grey hairs were worth if she was still so heartbreakingly naive.

"I am sorry," Josephine offered softly. "If you return to your clan, would you be able to perform the vallaslin ritual again?"

"I don't know." Honest and objective first, and then sighing, honest and scared: "I don't know if I want to know, though that is foolish too."

"Matters of home and belonging are never easy." Josephine touched some of those wrinkles, smoothing out Dahlian's forehead as her own brow furrowed to match it ever so slightly. "When I began to train as a bard, I tried ever so hard to disguise my Antivan accent. It feels silly in retrospect, but I was convinced that the more Orlesian I seemed, the better I would fare among the nobility as one of their spies. Perhaps it is not precisely the same thing, but--"

"No, I understand," Dahlian assured her. "Did your family ever know?"

Josephine gave a small laugh, soft and melodic. "No. When I returned to Antiva after everything, the moment that I stepped off the ship and smelled the peppers drying in the sun, I knew that I never wanted to turn away from that part of myself, even when my work took me away again."

Dahlian's mind flashed to strips of spiced jerky, bites of smoke and peppers and fat stolen during the long hours spent over her forge as Clan Lavellan's craftmaster. It suddenly hurt to swallow. "If only the Inquisition did not make it so difficult to turn back."

Josephine's forehead wrinkled again, as it so often did when Dahlian expressed her discontent with what the Inquisition had demanded of her, first as its Herald and then as its leader. No matter how many times Dahlian had assured her that she did not blame Josephine for that, that she had always been one of its brightest, most soothing lights. After a lifetime of caring for her family's fortune and future, Dahlian supposed, taking responsibility came far too easily to the eldest Montilyet.

"You're in the wrong place," she said suddenly. Josephine's fingers had drifted down to her jaw, graceful in the tracing of the bone but incorrect. "The vallaslin, it was higher up."

"Show me."

Dahlian took Josephine's hand in her own and lifted it again to her forehead, guiding her along the v shapes that had once marked her between the eyebrows. "First, the forge." She brought Josephine's fingers down her temple and along her cheek. "Then, the ironbark." Across her lips, held there for a moment, savoring the warmth of their skin together. "And then the roots, as a reminder that we never use more than what we need of the land for June's crafts." Finally, grazing the chin, the throat, skimming the top of her collarbone.

Josephine followed the movements with eyes ever sharp, as if staring hard enough could pour the ink back into her skin.

Solas had said that he saw Dahlian as she truly was. Had he ever understood what the blood of blood writing meant? The intermingling of her body--her essence--with the People.

And then Josephine's mouth replaced her fingers. Gentle in her kisses, retracing the path that Dahlian had drawn, that her Keeper had drawn decades before, where it had hurt the most. Even more than the dots underneath the eyes, the sheer softness of the throat, the fluttering pulse, the vulnerable jugular, every instinct screaming that pain there meant death, and how proud Dahlian had been to bear it as generations had before her.

There was no pain now, except in her memories, but this could be a memory too. Shared, embodied, saliva instead of blood and Josephine's lips on her chin.

It would be a good memory.

#im not committed to dahlian losing her vallaslin but the set up is so interesting... idk.....#dahlian lavellan #dahlianXjosephine

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siren-in-the-shadow · 2 months ago

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Spies! Cazador X Reader

Plot: Cazador and you are spies on a mission to hunt down a man named Dross. Disguised as an elegant couple, you infiltrate a grand ball, blending seamlessly with the crowd.

The ballroom was alive with laughter, music, and the soft rustle of fine fabrics brushing against the marble floors. Nobles moved in graceful waltzes, lost in the elegance of the evening. But you, alongside Cazador, were here with one purpose: find Dross, the man you were tasked with bringing down.

Cazador’s hand was firm on your back as you danced, his presence impossible to ignore. Looming over you like some sort of predator, even though he was on your side. His touch sent shivers up your spine, a constant reminder of how close he was. He moved with confidence, his body in perfect rhythm with yours, his eyes scanning the room as if calculating every move. You could feel his gaze as if it were a physical thing, watching, waiting.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t ignore the fire simmering between the two of you. The closeness, the constant tension—it wasn’t just the mission.

“I swear, I don’t need you holding me like this to keep up with the plan,” you murmured playfully, leaning in his tall frame to whisper.

His lips curled slightly, but he didn’t ease up. “I prefer to ensure the plan goes smoothly, darling. Just focus on our role tonight.”

You shot him a quick look, eyes narrowed in feigned annoyance, but there was no hiding the way your heart raced at the way he held you.

And then you saw him. Dross. He stood near the edge of the ballroom, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Without a second thought, he turned and began walking toward a shadowy hallway at the back of the room.

“Now’s our chance,” you whispered, your pulse quickening.

Cazador’s hand tightened at your waist. “Stay close,” he muttered, pulling you forward as you both glided through the crowd with practiced ease, almost as though you had rehearsed this moment a thousand times.

You reached the end of the hallway, just in time to see Dross disappear into a dark room. Your heart thudded.

“Ready?” Cazador’s voice was calm, his fingers brushing over your back as he moved closer to the door.

You nodded. “Let’s go.”

But just as you were about to push the door open, a servant appeared, stepping out from a hidden alcove, his face slightly flushed from the noise and chaos of the ballroom. He looked at you and Cazador with wide, cautious eyes. “Excuse me, I… I’m afraid the ballroom is just—”

Cazador didn’t wait for him to finish. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you in closer as if to protect you from the servant’s intrusion. His touch was deliberate, possessive. You could practically feel his amusement radiating off him as he leaned in, his lips almost brushing your ear.

“We’re fine,” Cazador said smoothly, his voice low but brimming with quiet confidence. His piercing gaze flicked down at you, an unreadable smirk ghosting across his lips, as though daring you to follow his lead.

The servant hesitated, his brows knitting together in slight confusion as if debating whether to press further—or call for backup. He glanced over his shoulder, clearly unsure if he should leave the two of you alone.

Not one to resist the opportunity for theatrics, you decided to play along, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. “That’s right,” you chimed in, your voice dripping with playful seriousness as your hand traced a slow path down Cazador’s chest, feigning intimacy with ease.

Before you could overthink it, Cazador closed the gap between you, his lips capturing yours with startling swiftness. The kiss was calculated, confident, and utterly disarming—designed to sell the illusion. The sharp edge of his teeth brushed against your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine as you leaned into him, a soft sound escaping your throat.

The servant blinked, his discomfort evident as his gaze darted between the two of you. He fumbled backward, his face turning crimson. “Oh, I… I’m so sorry,” he stammered, nearly tripping over his words. “I didn’t mean to interrupt—please, carry on—”

He didn’t wait for a reply, retreating quickly and muttering apologies under his breath as he disappeared into the crowd.

Cazador pulled back slowly, his lips lingering just a moment longer than necessary before he leaned close to your ear. “You play your role quite convincingly,” he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. “Though I doubt our friend will be rushing back anytime soon.”

He bowed awkwardly and scurried off down the hall, his footsteps echoing faintly in the corridor.

You took a breath, grinning at Cazador. “Can’t a woman enjoy a little alone time with her man?” you teased, arching an eyebrow as you glanced up at him.

Cazador’s smirk deepened, but there was something dark and amused in his eyes as he leaned down, brushing his lips near your ear. “You’ve got a way with distractions, I’ll give you that,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, your fingers still pressed against his chest as the heat between you both simmered. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But don’t forget, this mission isn’t going to finish itself.”

His fingers brushed your waist again, his hand curling around you possessively. “I haven’t forgotten. Let’s finish what we started.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Dross isn’t going to know what hit him.”

You couldn’t help the thrill that ran through you at his words, the tension between you and Cazador still crackling in the air. You glanced toward the mysterious room where Dross had disappeared, and your mind snapped back to the task at hand.

Cazador’s hand rested on the door now, his eyes never leaving you. “Shall we?”

“After you,” you replied with a playful grin, your voice hushed but teasing.

You both moved toward the door, a silent understanding between you. The game was far from over, but with Cazador by your side—and with a little more playful strategy—it would be one hell of a ride.

Just a little idea I had that's been in my notes for agessss hehe😆

show some love if you enjoyed ! ❤️

Siren xo

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #cazador x reader #bg3 cazador #bg3 cazador szarr #cazador szarr #baldurs gate 3 cazador #cazador bg3 #cazador szarr x reader

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kittyglitter31415926 · 3 months ago

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Cozy trio

We need more love of them tbh

#spies in disguise #eyes #ears #marcy kappel #cozy :3

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dullgecko · 4 months ago

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Riz and Fig have definitely spied on Gorthalax and Sklonda on date before

"When you said you were employing my services to tail someone this isn't what I thought you meant." Riz had one arm crossed over his chest, his other hand pinching the bridge of his nose under his glasses due to the sheer ridiculousness of the job Fig had employed him to do.

He should have been more suspicious. Especially when she didn't give him a proper description of their targets, only telling him that she needed help since he was the 'expert'. She was right, he WAS the expert on this, he had to do similar things all the time for his clients (a good number of whom were trying to catch cheating spouses) but he wasn't expecting the person they'd be following on a date to be his own mother.

"So? You took the payment start snappin' pictures." Fig grinned, sitting on a bench across the street from the restaurant and disguised as an old lady while Riz was stealthed in the shadows behind her.

"Why are we doing this?" The goblin sighed, honestly hating his work ethic right now as he begrudgingly lifted the camera to his face and snapped a picture through the window. Dropping it back down to click at the buttons on the back to take a look at what he'd captured on the screen. At least it was a nice picture, maybe he'd print it out and give it to his mom later... after he appologised for taking it in the first place.

"My dad is on a date with your mom aren't you as surprised as I was?" She turned to look at him, Riz blinking a couple times as one of his ears drooped in a clear sign of confusion.

"Wait... why are you surprised?" He looked up at her, fully breaking his stealth to step out and into the light of the streetlamp the bench was sitting under. "Fig, they've been dating for ages. At LEAST since a couple weeks after we killed Kalvaxus."

Fig made a confused sputtering noise at that, looking between Riz and the restaurant before grabbing him by the shoulders. The goblin making a quiet hissing noise of warning and baring his teeth at the sudden move but not resisting at all.

"Riz what the fuck you already knew? It's been like.... nine MONTHS since then and you didn't say anything?"

"Of course I knew. Thats my mom. Even if she didn't tell me we live in the same appartment." He flicked his tail, hissing a little louder when she shook him by the shoulders.

"And. you. didn't. tell. me."

"I thought you knew. I generally try to ignore peoples... dating stuff. EXTRA try to ignore it when it's mom if I'm being honest." He pulled a face, ears pinning back flat against his head. "I mean... logistically it must be a nightmare and I don't particularly want to think about it."

"Noooo Riz you're supposed to tell me stuff like this." Fig released him, dropping the disguise so she could pout at him more effectivly.

"They weren't being particularly secretive about it." The goblin rolled his eyes, pushing the flat of his palm against her face so she'd stop giving him the sad eyes. Riz glancing over his shoulder towards the restaurant as he did so and flicking his ears up into a high and alert position. "Oh shit, they're leaving. You're going to want to disguise yourself again so we can follow them."

Riz may not be super happy about the job he'd been employed to do but he swore to himself he was going to do it properly since Fig had actually paid him for it. That conviction didn't last long though, the rogue quitting and handing back the gold piece she'd given him when they followed the pair as they left the restaurant and they headed straight towards a nearby hotel. Honestly it did explain why his mom was having less instances of asking if he was going to be home at night anymore.

#fantasy high #riz gukgak #fig faeth #sklonda gukgak #gorthalax the insatiable

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years ago

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You're The Closest To Heaven I'll Ever Be - Chapter Three

(If you read the Wings & Embers nessian chapter online, let's pretend it happened but there was no neck nuzzling)

Blood rubies. Damned blood rubies. Azriel had advised against any trip to the Summer Court with a new, untested high lord. They hadn’t yet got the full measure of Tarquin beyond his ambition and desire to see his court succeed. As always, Rhys knew best and cared little for the consequence because he was confident in Velaris’ security. He’d risked himself to get the book that Amren was translating. Then the three chicken-egg sized rubies had been presented to Azriel with glee by Keir at the Hewn City. Now, he had to stretch his spies a little further. Not only did they need to cover the Queens’ residence on the Continent, the Spring Court, and the mortal village that Feyre’s sisters lived in, but Adriata too. Not that any good came from it. He grew increasingly frustrated by the lack of progress. If Tarquin and Varian turned up on the steps of the Hewn City, they’d be none the wiser until it happened. If Azriel failed, the consequences didn’t bear thinking about.

Azriel wasn’t sleeping. Each day, he pushed the limits of what a fae body should be able to function on. The headache that needled at his temples made him irritable. Mor had commented that he looked gaunt on one of her frequent interceptions; she had a habit of knowing when he’d returned and would often seek him out on the roof. One day, it would snap for them. The mating bond. In truth, he only ever returned to have a brief glimpse of her. There was no other reason to return to Velaris when his skillset was needed elsewhere.

‘You are allowed to take a break, you know,’ she reminded him. ‘Come to Rita’s with us tonight.’

‘When I take a break that means we’re complacent. This city – and its people – are too important to grow complacent with.’

The heavy gait of Cassian sounded as he rounded the stairs from the roof. A sheen of sweat was on his forehead and his hands remained wrapped from whatever training he’d run through with Feyre.

‘If you don’t take a break willingly, your body will decide when it happens, brother.’ He clapped him on the back in greeting. ‘Alright?’

‘I’m fine,’ Azriel deflected.

He wasn’t. He was exhausted. His body was used to running on empty with a little coaxing that it would just be one more night of broken sleep. This was different. A bone-deep exhaustion was burrowing into his marrow with every day that he pushed himself. The pain in his chest hadn’t subsided either although he had grown used to it. It was always with him now, as much as his shadows were.

A shadow wrapped around his hand to disguise it as he plucked an apple from the bowl on the kitchen side. It was the first thing he’d eaten all day and the dim light of his siphons was giving away how much he was flagging.

Mor gave an easy shrug. ‘Where are you off to next?’

‘I’ll sweep the mortal village.’

‘No need,’ called Cassian as he settled onto the couch in the lounge. ‘I had the pleasure of delivering a letter there last night to the wicked witch of the west.’

Irritation clawed at Azriel’s chest. Rhys knew he would be heading there that evening. It was a long flight for Cassian – and he hadn’t been informed of it. That was surely an oversight. Unless Rhys thought Azriel incapable of delivering a letter. After all, his spies had failed thus far.

Useless, a voice murmured in his ear.

‘Cass is in a bad mood because of - what did you call her? A bossy know-it-all female?’

Cassian let out a long, deep groan. ‘You’re as bad as Feyre. And her damn sister.’

‘What happened?’

‘Nothing,’ he said, lying because Cassian always had a tell when he lied. He’d shift his shoulders slightly and glance to the left. ‘I just can’t stand her.’

‘Why?’ demanded Azriel.

A familiar hot spike of anger that usually meant he was about to do something reckless pulsed in his veins. His feet took him to the lounge where he stood ready for battle. He forced himself to breathe out then sit. Sleep was definitely needed. There was no need to fight Cassian over visiting the mortal sisters. He pressed cold fingers to his ribs.

‘She let her fourteen-year-old sister go into those woods and hunt while she did nothing. She doesn’t deserve Feyre’s concern. Feyre gave up everything for her.’ Cassian unwound the wraps from his hands as he spoke and bent his fingers. ‘I can’t put up with somebody so selfish and cruel.’

A muscle worked in his jaw. ‘We weren’t there in that cottage. We only have Feyre’s side.’

‘Feyre wouldn’t lie about it,’ he scoffed. ‘You think her sisters deserve Rhys’ kindness?’

‘My brothers said I deserved what happened to me,’ replied Azriel, voice cold and empty. He couldn’t think of that place for long without spiralling into a hell of his own making.

Mor’s eyes branded into his skin, snagging on his scars, revulsed by them. Even Cassian, who usually never looked at them, betrayed himself and stared at Azriel’s ruined hands. Azriel rose from the chair, grateful to the shadows that flocked to him, covering him from view.

‘Siblings are complicated. There are two sides to everything.’ He swallowed, regretting saying anything at all. ‘I have to go.’

***

The weather matched Nesta’s mood that afternoon – grey and miserable. A steady thrum of rain had been pattering against the glass for hours, locking them inside the manor. The path towards their manor was soggy and Elain’s baskets of flowers on the windowsill looked as if they were drowning. Although she had tried to occupy her time with needlework and her books, Nesta’s mind was too restless to settle on anything for long. She had been that way since Feyre had made her triumphant return with three strange faeries: One was arrogant and made no secret of it; one was rude and made it everybody’s problem; and the third was permissible, she supposed. Beautiful and well-mannered, but aloof in a way that had unsettled her.

The rude one had turned up the previous night with a letter after flapping around the chimney like an overgrown pigeon. Rather than hand it over at the door, he had insisted on following her all the way to her bedroom to speak. It was most improper. Then again, for a great brute who lacked any sort of manners, Nesta supposed it was normal for him. He had likely conquered many women. He certainly strutted about her house as if he had experience in such areas. She hadn’t liked the way he had looked at her. Or how he had crowded her space. At least the thought of Tomas Mandray had stilled him – and her – because for a moment, Nesta was certain he had been about to kiss her. She might have clawed his face if he tried.

She hissed through her teeth as her needle missed its mark and made her finger bleed.

From her vigil at the window, Elain glanced round. ‘When do you think father will return?’

When his pockets were bloated with coin. When his greed had been satiated. When he remembered he had daughters who needed him.

‘I do not know.’

Her sister fingered the iron engagement ring, turning it this way and that. ‘We cannot marry until he returns.’

Good, Nesta thought, maybe Lord Nolan will be dead by then and Graysen will inherit his title.

‘Then let us hope he returns soon.’

Nesta shifted in her seat. She stretched her neck backwards, bending as far as was comfortable, while she pressed a hand against her ribs.

‘Are you still in pain?’

‘It is nothing,’ she replied swiftly.

Elain frowned. ‘Did the healer truly not know what is causing it?’

They would have been better off throwing their coins down the drain than enlisting that crooked healer ever again. He had been utterly useless, prodding and poking, making her cough and lean over for no good reason. The fraud had concluded that there was nothing wrong with her, except stress was causing her phantom pain. A good dose of sea air was his recommendation. Those years of stress in their rotten cottage hadn’t caused any such pain but a couple of weeks with fae in her life had successfully managed it.

‘Tuberculosis. I shall leave you my books in my will,’ she said, turning back to her needlework.

‘You should not make such jokes, Nesta. If it is true that faeries are coming here to war then-’

‘Then whoever is still standing may inherit my entire library. Is that better?’

Her tone left Elain in a stunned silence. The mortal queens would hopefully be arriving soon and they’d be tasked with playing hosts. Nesta did not want to think of the consequences of the meeting – of what could happen to her people. The realistic answer was a brutal death. Since Feyre had turned up on the doorstep, she felt as if she was constantly holding in a breath, waiting for something awful to appear around a corner as war brewed. It kept her up at night. Feyre’s tale – how she had died and returned as a faerie – haunted her too. She could not think of her youngest sister’s sacrifice without growing tearful. Nesta wished that she had kept Feyre there the day they had painted together rather than sending her off with hope that she would have a happy ever after with her high lord. Instead, she’d met her death then a fate worse than it.

Her grey eyes shifted to her younger sister. Even with her face turned towards the window, Nesta could make out the forlorn expression from Nesta’s barbed words. They were all guilty of wrapping Elain up to never feel any bumps or sharp edges. A slightly venomous tongue could wound Elain. Nesta knew little of war, but she’d approach it the same way she approached anything else, with steely determination to make it through. Elain? Elain was delicate. War would break her. A life without Graysen would ruin her. Nesta knew she needed to stop taking out her worries on Elain, but she needed her sister to open her eyes to the world. It could be cruel and hard. They had protected Elain for as long as they could, but one day this world might chew her up and spit her out if she didn’t toughen up.

‘Elain, would you ask Mrs. Laurent to prepare tea? She always gives biscuits when you ask. Then I’d like to hear about your plans for the western portion of the garden.’

Because they had made her soft, Elain was easy to mould. A compliment here or there did the trick. Elain loved to be wanted; she excelled in social situations. And Nesta hated that she used Elain like a puppet sometimes.

She gave Nesta a lovely smile then went in search of the housekeeper. Mrs. Laurent adored her. All of the staff did.

As she stood, Nesta let out a sigh then discarded her embroidery in the chair. At the window, she gazed out across the manor’s grounds. Mist that had been conjured by the rain curled around the stone walls that lined the property. It was a bleak day. The sort of day that drives hope into the ground. Nesta held her hand over her chest to soothe the pain blooming there.

If it came to war, Nesta would go wherever Elain went. It was her fault her sister was naïve and delicate. She had already failed one sister – as her new friends were keen to remind her. She would not let Elain down.

***

How could it be?

The fading light had made his shadows stronger. He only recognised the sister thanks to the lamp illuminating the room. She stood at the window, tall and thin – too thin. His shadows engulfed him, obscuring him from view. Beyond that, Azriel had shielded himself too. Not even Rhys would know he was there. He didn’t know why he had come here. There had been a pull that demanded he ensure the house was safe. And it was. But he couldn’t leave because the eldest sister stood in the damn window staring at him.

How could it be?

Azriel knew that Nesta wasn’t truly seeing him, but her eyes had passed along the stone wall then stopped exactly where he was stood somehow like a force had compelled her to do it. There had been no shock, no cry of alarm. Her gaze had just settled there, almost in a trance. Her fingers splayed out across her ribs, rubbing against them without conscious thought.

The thought of Cassian coming here to war with her infuriated him for some reason. They had no blame in this; they were two mortals trapped between warring fae. They were asking these sisters to uproot their lives and potentially sacrifice their standing in society to host the Queens. Whatever had occurred during a youth of poverty was between the sisters, not for Cassian to meddle with. The level of anger towards Cassian wasn’t justified though. Azriel knew he needed to rest before he became undone. His anger was sputtering out of him as bad as it was when he was a boy, before he could keep it leashed.

His attention snagged on the blurred outline over Nesta’s shoulder. It was the middle sister. She carried in a tray of tea then settled it on a table. He swore he saw a brief smile flicker over Nesta’s lips. It evaporated as quickly as it arrived, but it had been real. She turned back to the window for a moment, silver eyes sweeping the grounds, canvassing over him again, before she tugged the thick, blue curtains across.

The mortals were safe. The house was secure. And he had work to do. There was no reason to remain any longer.

But as he winnowed to the Continent, the ache in his chest seemed to give a sigh of relief, like something restless there had settled.

#azriel is like hmm the pain in my chest feels better when i'm near nesta seems weird #nezriel #nesta archeron #azriel

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Some say that Miss Fury was the first identifiable female comic book hero in that she adopted the features of the classic costumed crime fighters that followed. She wore a costume and mask, had a secret identity, came from a famous/ well off background and possessed athleticism, fighting prowess and detecting skills, all which helped her to fight crime, often at night. Miss Fury’s real identity was socialite Marla Drake and she was something of a proto-Batgirl with her skin tight costume, mask-and-pointy ears disguise, vigilantism and her propensity for rooftop investigating. Her origins lay in the African jungle when she fashioned her costume from the hide of a “black leopard” which her father had willed her as a curiosity, saying it had belonged to a witch doctor who had claimed it had magic powers. Marla becomes a hero almost accidentally, making her costume as an emergency replacement when another woman wears a similar outfit to hers at a ball. The page above is from her origin story and depicts her capturing the criminal Killer Dawson, again rather spontaneously, after which her interest in secret crime fighting is piqued.

As Miss Fury, Marla takes on Nazi spies, gangsters and assorted criminals attempting to aid the police in capturing hard-to-nail crooks, particularly Marla’s love interest, Detective Dan Carey (despite being engaged to someone else). Engagingly, Marla remained conflicted about her crime-fighting persona, resenting the need for a secret identity, and querying her worth as a crime fighter (quite the opposite of her near-contemporary, Black Cat). Also, as the first of her kind, Miss Fury encountered concern from censorious conservative opinion, who judged her costume too revealing and her antics inappropriate. This may explain her relatively short run of an eight issue series of her own in 1942-43. Nonetheless, the character opened the door to Black Cat, Wonder Woman, Catwoman and a host of other female comic book costumed characters so, in some respects, she is a truly historic figure.

Miss Fury first appeared in a syndicated newspaper comic strip called The Black Fury in April 1941, illustrated by June Tarpe Mills, significantly one of the few women working as an illustrator and scripter in the Golden Age. In November 1941, the strip was retitled Miss Fury. These stories were later collated in the character’s own title. The page featured is from Miss Fury #1 (December 1942).

Source: Marvel Fandom

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godofcreatitivity · 1 year ago

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One Piece the Movie

(the following is a nonprofit fan based parody any characters from one piece is owned by Eiichiro Oda, Toei Animation Co., Ltd., any characters from super Mario are owned by Nintendo, any characters from troll hunters, are owned by DreamWorks and universal

Disclaimer

Some of the characters found in this story and / or universe do not belong to me, but are intellectual property of their respective owners. Any original characters in this story are my intellectual property.

Story nonprofit created fan and fan without compromising the original work.)

Chapter 17: The Evil Plan

(Troll Castle)

Far beyond the dark lands, multiple fleets of massive floating platforms filled to the brim with lava and a one massive platform in the shape of a castle traveled across the kingdom.

Loud rock music could be heard coming from inside the biggest castle platform at the front and center of the fleet.

Inside were hundreds of thousands of Armored Troll soldiers called Gum Gum Trolls, who are mostly distinguished by their black-colored skin, their large size, and their glowing eyes. They often carry spears and/or axes and swords for combat. The Gumm-Gumms live only to fight and murder enemies in order to take control of the world and devour all of mankind. They take up a large portion of the troll army.

Not only that there were The Changelings, who are trolls that were abducted by the Gumm-Gumms from their youth, who did "something horrible" to change them. They are usually swapped with their other counterparts at birth and have dwelt among other species for decades, therefore anyone could be a Changeling. In order for Changelings to maintain their disguises in the real world, no harm must come to their Familiars in the Darklands. They are mainly used as spies to infiltrate other kingdoms and help bring feedback to the troll empire about said kingdom. Changelings are shapeshifters, so they can either have a common appearance of a human and a troll. Changelings are shapeshifters, so they can either have a common appearance of a human and a troll. Unlike other trolls, most Changelings demonstrate a more humanoid appearance and size in their troll forms. In other forms, they speak like how those forms speak. But in their true form, their voices are usually deeper and raspier.

There were also Stalklings, who are dangerous, unpredictable and uncontrollable. Once they choose a prey, they do not stop hunting until they have killed them. They prefer to attack their prey whenever they are alone. They are the only few kinds of trolls that are unaffected by sunlight, therefore allowing them to move throughout the day. Their main role in the Troll empier’s eyes in the skies, relaying any information they see back to the empire. The Stalklings are giant vulture trolls with blood red eyes that give off a slight glow, bat-like wings, and razor sharp fangs and talons. They also have a mane made of feathers or (or scale-like feathers) at the stump of their neck.

Then there were The Krubera trolls, who lived in a monarchy, ruled by their king, Bular, obviously, who unfortunately ruled over them with an iron fist. They mainly line the Deep Caves of the dark lands as minors,to help dig tunnels underground into enemy kingdoms they help plan to invade from all directions, even underground. Though they may not have the same role as regular gum gum soldiers, they are still fairly skilled in combat and are not to be taken lightly. The Krubera are bipedal trolls mainly characterized by their stocky, muscular build, shown through their broad chest, broad shoulders, and bulky arms; as such, their upper body dominates most of their appearance, with their legs being quite small compared to this. The face of a Krubera troll is flat, and dominated by a large, purple nose, with eyes set; in addition, they possess an underbite. Their heads have four horns, two large ones and two smaller ones behind them, and small ears that hang downward. The Krubera do not possess any hair and the grooves on their body emit a blue-purple glow.

There was also The TrollDragons, who are a race of dragon-like Trolls, that are meant to be the riders of actual dragons in order to stage offensive attacks against enemy kingdoms in the skies. They are a unique species that combines the characteristics of trolls and dragons. Most of these creatures possess facial features that bear a striking resemblance to the mythical dragons or creatures depicted in Chinese folklore.

Since they are all a race of trolls, It can be implied that the sunlight may also be the lead to their death when they are hit by the sunlight. The sunlight turns the trolls into complete stone, meaning death. (although some races are immune to sunlight, such as Stalklings and Changelings whilst in a different form). But at night, their skin was damn near indestructible, and almost completely impenetrable to weapons, magic, and even regular attacks.

Speaking of dragons, at least a few dozen of them were present in the castle as well, flying overhead of the partying crowds shooting out balls of fire in the surrounding pits of lava. The dragons were a race of dragon-like Trolls. Though typically live in caves or dens and are in general friendly and approachable, and very erudite. Often portrayed as violent and demonic by humans, dragons are gentle creatures, not prone to violence. They are also fiercely loyal. Well at least most of them, the dragons at the party did not share that same friendly ideology as their fellow brethren. Due to the constant hatred and discrimination they had received from humans. These dragons have grown a personal hatred for them and have agreed to give Bular their aid in exchange for getting the chance to help him exterminate every last one of them they see (or at least as many as he’ll allow them to kill).

And you’d think that was the entirety of the arm, but nope not even close, because the Koopas were there too?!

The Koopas from the Koopa kingdom were basically jumping up and down and dancing alongside the trolls on the dancefloor.

And if they weren’t dancing they were at the tables eating a feast of all kinds of their favorite foods.

Some of the sledge hammer bros were challenging the troll guards to a table lifting contest to see who was stronger

There was even a Koopa troopa rock band, playing on the stage in front of all of them, wearing black and white makeup.

It was fun for all of the Trolls and Koopas to have the opportunity to celebrate together, except for one thing, there wasn’t just the Koopas there.

Alongside the Koopa troop and Trolls there were other strangest creatures celebrating among them.

Living mushroom people (that weren't the toads), smaller looking Koopas, giant plants, other strange and violent monsters.

First off there was the Goombas race that once lived in peace in the Mushroom Kingdom with the toads, but they later betrayed them and joined the Koopa Troop. They are depicted as brown mushroom-like creatures with two dark brown feet and no visible arms or legs. Goombas have bushy, black eyebrows and a pair of fangs sprouting from their lower jaw, although are never shown to use them. They were in the middle of the dance floor doing cool breakdancing moves to show off to their peers.

Then there was the Shy Guys, who have a short, stocky build with stubby, fingerless arms. In some modern games, they have tiny black legs that can only be seen in certain perspectives. It usually wears a robe, red being its standard color, with a loose flap on the back of its head, a brown belt with a golden buckle, blue shoes with brown soles, and a white mask with 3 black oval-shaped holes, representing large eyes and a small mouth. The mask is secured over the never-seen face of the Shy Guy with a brown strap. They were just quietly wandering throughout the party.

Who were also present at the party were the Bob-ombs, who are living, moving explosive devices and are capable of walking around and igniting their own fuses. They can create explosions by detonating themselves or being detonated. At first, Bob-ombs were affiliated with the 8 bits army led by Wart. Bob-ombs and their variants have usually been affiliated with the Koopa Troop, which King Bob-omb (who was not present at the moment) is a member of as well. However, the relation between Bob-ombs and their supposed leader, King Bob-omb, has not often been established. A Bob-omb is typically a living bomb enemy with a body consisting of white eyes, a yellow wind-up key on its back, and round, orange feet. They were just walking around the party with their fuses lit until they suddenly blew up randomly at a spot in the party.

And the ones that looked like nice little spotted flower decorations were actually the very deadly Piranha Plants, which is usually colored red with white or green lips and white spots dotted on its head. It has a long green stem with two big pointy leaves sticking out from the sides of its base. Piranha Plants are usually found in pipes or sprouting from the ground, but some have feet/roots which are used for mobility. If they weren’t accidentally (though sometimes purposefully) eating any Koopas or goblins throughout the party, then they were being fed some leftover penguin carcusses from the troll’s leftover feast.

Swoops, originally called Swoopers, are recurring bat enemies that first appear in Super Mario World. They typically hang idly on the ceiling, waiting for the player's character to come near, at which point they fall and fly towards the character, hurting them on contact. Swoops almost always have squinting eyes and round noses, and they have appeared with numerous color schemes across Super Mario media, the most common of which consists of a blue body, purple wings, and yellow feet. They were just flying over the party and watching everyone else.

And if you're thinking that's everyone at the party, then think again, because there were even more guests at the party.

One group in particular were known as the vicious crocodiles of the Kremlin Crew pirate organization.

The Kremlings are a hostile race of anthropomorphic crocodilians who are often the main enemy of the Kongs.

If it wasn’t already obvious, the kremlin crew was basically a kingdom filled with mostly evil humanoid crocodiles.

With few exceptions, the Kremlings are all part of the Kremling Krew, and are fiercely devoted to their leader, going as far as to emulate his numerous alter egos and attacking the Kong Island Kingdon whenever they cross.

They are also known as the "Kremling Army", the "Kremling Gang", and the "Kroc-Army".

The Kremlings born were in Lost World where they were tribal like the Kongs and created ancient booby traps against invaders.

The Kremlings are an advanced crocodilian race. They have crocodile heads, sharp teeth, three toes with toenails in foot, tails from any size and scales in their bodies. Exist 3 Kremling subspecies, for example: The Kritter subspecies have vertical pupils in eyes, bipedal torso, pectoral, arms and 4 fingers. The Klaptrap subspecies have a quadruped torso, four legs and big mouth. The Krochead subspecies are bigs, have large mouths and various teeths.Their scales have different colors, as: green, purple, blue, brown, yellow, gray, orange, red and pink. Most Kremlings have yellow bellies, but some of them have light toned bellies. Some Kremlings which are from Kritter subspecies have unusual features as: nipples, navels, rounder eyes, spikes, ears, visible dorsal vertebrae, dark tones stripes in scales and hairs

There are also other subspecies of them as well, such as……….

This subspecies is higher in that they form the bulk of the Kremling population. The common Kritters are short-tempered with an ability to jump, punch, bite and run fiercely behind the enemy. Skinny (most common), fat or small Critters are weak that can be defeated by any Kongs attack. Muscular, large or burly members are quite invincible to the attacks of weak characters.

The subspecies of Klaptrap are easily domesticated as dogs and known as ideal companions to the Kritters. They are used by the Kremling Krew as watchdogs and one of them is domesticated by the Kong Family.

The subspecies of Krochead is primitive from the Kremling species. They only appear in the swamps from Crocodile Isle and are used as platforms and trampolines by Kongs.

This subspecies is primitive from the Kremling species. They only appear in the swamps from Crocodile Isle and are used as platforms and trampolines by Kongs.

The Kremlings were basically dancing or running around causing Havoc across the entire party like all the other soldiers were doing.

And atop his throne, Troll King Bular watched The entire Party play out, even going as far as to watch the koopas of the stage play full heavy metal music alongside his two closest allies.

On one hand, he was slowly tapping his finger and nodding his head to the beat, finding the song Quite enjoyable to his liking and on the other hand he was holding his massive goblet. Sucking down wine out of it.

And to make his night and party even better, he was sitting alongside two of his greatest friends/allies as he turned to the one on his right,”HA HA, Now this is a sick party worth enjoying”!

The first one to his right was none other than One of the most evil figures in the entire Koopa Kingdom, He was the supreme master of the Koopa Troop: Great King Bowser Koopa.

He was the tyrannical king of the Koopa race and the ruler of some of the other Darklands who desires to conquer the world using the might of his extremely powerful army and is constantly plotting to expand his territory by conquering the Mushroom Kingdom.

Bowser was a large, dragon-like Koopa turtle, which is a race of turtle-like beings. He had large lips with sharp teeth, yellow and green scales, lines on his stomach, and sharp claws. His most recognizable features were his spiked green shell, red mane and eyebrows, spiked tail, prominent horns and spiked cuffs on his arms and around his neck.

Bowser's personality varies depending on his mood. In the main platformers, where he has a very dark, brutal, merciless, destructive, cataclysmic, and serious disposition. But make no mistake, Bowser is an extremely sadistic and cruel tyrant, who will go to great measures when it comes to getting what he wants and doesn't hesitate to destroy anyone who gets in his way. He’d go as far as to burn all of his prisoners alive in lava for no legitimate reason other than to find something to entertain himself. Unlike Bular, who even in his most heinous outings, cares for the well-being and lives of his subjects, Bowser is an awful leader towards even his own troops. He doesn't bother to remember the names of some of the species such as the Spinies, burns some of his henchmen, and even has some of them locked in cages with the other prisoners for unknown reasons. For years, it was also rumored that while most other Koopas prefer vegetation in their diet, Bowser's sharp teeth, another common feature of his, were an indicator of him preferring meat, preferably from victims he hunts down and captures. Indeed, Bowser is shown quite often to be an expert hunter. he shows some more amusing and funnier sides of himself as he is shown to have a talent for sarcastic wit, works very hard to live up to the "evil king" image, and very often displays a shortsighted lack of common sense

Bowser turned back to Bular and shot him a wide evil smile,”Hell yeah, you can say that again, just look! This party’s so dope it even has Kamek dancing”, he said as he nodded head to the beat.

He was standing up from his throne on their royal floating platform, alongside his Second in Command and Royal Adviser: MagiKoopa Kamek

Kamek is a high-ranked Koopa Troop member as he took control of his Bowser's army until he became old enough.

As leader of the Magikoopas, Kamek has immense (and perhaps unparalleled) magical powers. He can use his magic for a multitude of different effects, such as the usual magic bolt used by the Magikoopas, being capable of turning rubble into living enemies, damaging his foes, etc. Amongst his most powerful feats of magic are the ability to change the landscape to make battles much more difficult for enemies. He can even alter the size of living beings, mostly enlarging whatever he wants to gigantic size, Bowser being perhaps the most astonishing example to date, growing to such size that even lava was harmless. Kamek can also cast spells that crush the intended target, generating an aura around it that harms anyone that attempts to physically disrupt the spell. He can move and manipulate objects and people using magic, causing them to be surrounded in a purple aura. He can perform a variety of actions using this ability, such as flinging groups of people out of the way and lifting and levitating people and objects. He can also use this ability to shrink his foes, but he mostly uses the former. He is capable of flight through his broom and is capable of teleportation.

Kamek wore a blue robe and a blue hat resembling the garb of a wizard, and wielded a golden wand. He is generally considered to be a high-ranking member of the Koopa Troop, and acts as personal adviser for King Bowser.

Kamek was standing next to Bowser, dancing his little hiney off to the beat of the music and shaking it back and forth.

“Oh yes sir, it is very festive, who would have thought that the aligned kingdoms would get the chance to have a celebration like this, considering all you magnificent kings have put into this”!, he said loudly over the music as he continued dancing his literal tail off.

Bular grinned widely at this and began laughing,”I did”, He said as he took a huge gulp from his goblet and slammed it down on the side of his throne,”And don’t worry, this is only just a tiny little appetizer of the parties and celebrations we’ll be having once our plan has been completed”!

“I should hope so”, a voice from Bular’s left said to him, ”Because after everything it took into just making all of this possible, I’m sure to be expecting a full course meal”!, before grabbing his own goblet and taking a small sip from it.

The figure is most commonly seen wearing a red cape and a gold crown, a long tail even, a large bloodshot left eye, muscular arms with gold wrist cuffs, and a large, fat, round body. He's rather obese, has an 'outie' belly button, and gynaecomastia, although he has broad shoulders and his arms and legs are clearly bulging with well-toned muscles, making it clear that his body may be composed of more muscle than fat. He also had 3 long, jagged teeth protruding from each side of his upper jaw as well as some smaller fangs from his lower. And finally he had light green scales covering his entire body. If it wasn’t obvious already, he was the malevolent king of the Kremlings, the leader of the Kremling Krew: Kaptain King K. Rool

As his name (a pun on "cruel") may imply, K. Rool is somewhat insane and demented. He iis often bossing his minions through threats and intimidation, often punishing them severely when they fail. K. Rool's personality could be best described as: extremely manipulative, highly insensitive, very hateful, sadistic, baleful, cunning, wrathful, power-hungry, tyrannical, brutal, greedy, truculent, pompous and failure intolerant. Even his most powerful followers seem to fear his wrath. Like Bowser, he doesn't seem to respect his henchmen, particularly the Kritters due to their incompetence, although he does seem to have significantly more respect for his Klaptraps and uses them to push his minions around despite them being smaller. K. Rool is also a somewhat dirty and dangerous fighter. The king who fakes defeat, often collapsing in the middle of combat and making it seem like he has been defeated, only to rise seconds later and begin fighting again. Because of his greed, he doesn't treat his own soldiers better, who sometimes appear to be loyal to him regardless. He also acts sophisticated, posh and refined in manner, but happens to be a little childish, silly, hammy, over-the-top, melodramatic and has a short temper. Despite his incompetence, he'll go to greater extents of his plans and make backup plans in order to succeed at his plans that usually backfire on himself. He also hates when he is underestimated by others. He also acts sophisticated, posh and refined in manner, but happens to be a little childish, silly, hammy, over-the-top, melodramatic and has a short temper. Despite his incompetence, he'll go to greater extents of his plans and make backup plans in order to succeed at his plans that usually backfire on himself. He also hates when he is underestimated by others.

(And though Bular saw his kind as superior to other creatures and wasn’t too big of fan of mistreating his own kind if he didn’t have to, or if he wasn’t angry enough to, but again who was he to judge bowser on how he treats his subjects, he wasn’t fully or technically their leader )

Bular turns to him and pats K. Rool on the shoulder before grinning widely,”Don’t worry old friend, once we're finished, you can expect an entire feast of parties' '!

“I’ll take your word on that ol chum”, he said as another sip from his goblet and snapped his fingers at one of the Kremlings to come fill it back up.

The cremling acted quickly in grabbing the large container of wine and carefully filling the goblet back up before running back to the wine table.

“Yeah and I’ll be expecting you to remember holding up your end of the deal once this is all said and done”, Bowser reminded him while still looking down at the crowd.

Bular in response motion his hand up and down to tell him to calm down,”Don’t worry, I remember our agreement on the plan”.

“Speaking of which….” K. Rool said before finishing his sip,”How is the plan going on your end? '' he asked curiously with a brow raised.

Bowser raised a brow as well,”Yeah are we looking at that bridge of yours”.

Bular hesitated for a moment as he moved his finger along the lining of the goblet cup,”Oh that, yeah everything’s fine! The bridge is fully operational and ready by the time we get to that fungus infested kingdom”, he then paused and took another gulp of wine,”However there's just a teeny tiny little problem with the bridge though”.

After he mumbled that, both Bowser and K. Rool turned to stare at him, both with wide eyes,”What”, they both asked.

‘Hey hey hey, before you say it, no the bridge is not broken or destroyed, it's perfectly fine. There's just one little situation that needs to be dealt with”, he said reassuringly.

K. Rool wasn’t buying it though,”Wait, what little situation, and how long have you known about this' '.

“Not long, I have my best subordinate handling the situation right as we speak”, Bular answered.

Bowser raised a brow to this,”Wait it has to be a serious situation if you send Angor rot to go and handle it. You only ever send him out to handle serious problems, that doesn’t sound so little to me”.

Bular didn’t say anything, he just nervously sipped wine from his goblet.

“Wait, the plan hasn’t been compromised so the enemy has it”, K. Rool asked worriedly.

“What, no nothing like that, it’s just a little problem that I need him to square out before we move into phase two, just so that there's no complications later on”, he said reassuringly, trying his best to downplay how serious this situation was.

Though to be honest, he was starting to get a tiny bit worried himself, and for the right reason too.

Angor Rot was supposed to have been back by now with the straw hatted human, considering how important he was to the plan.

And of course he knew how much Angor Loved to quote on quote “take his time to relish the hunt”, but in this situation he honestly couldn’t afford to do that right now.

He didn’t know what his 2nd in command was doing right now but he’d better hurry up and bring that boy stat.

“You know, speaking of plans, how are you two doing on your ends? You did complete the task you were supposed to do”?, he asked suspiciously, though mainly trying to change the subject to take the spotlight off of him.

And it worked too because both the scaley kings went quiet, making the answer all too clear.

Bular raised a brow at both of them.

“Well…..”, Bowser hesitantly started,”Almost, I got all of my Kingdom's supplies and weapons ready and heading towards the rest of the fleet as we speak, but our forces in the darklands are taking a little longer than expected to finish off their scuffle with that rebellion. So they plan to just finish them off and meet us at the Mushroom Kingdom”, Bowser explained.

This news caused Bular to roll his eyes as he groaned and slumped in his chair.

These rebellions that some of these other kingdoms threw at him were starting to get annoying, especially since they’d always end up being wiped away from his armies constantly.

It's gotten so annoying that now he just leaves all the ]goblins and Dry Bones there to deal with them since he didn't feel like wasting his main soldiers time on such little threats

It was a little fun for him at first but now it was just bothersome to him and his plans, especially since none of them were an actual challenge for him.

“And what about operation: Capture the Mushroom Kingdom’s princess, is that already in motion,”?, Bular asked him.

Bowser grinned and nodded his head,”Yup, I’ve already sent out some of my Koopa Troop to go and fetch her. They should return within the next few days with her, considering the traveling distance”.

Bular smiled at this,”Good the sooner we get her here in order to agree to our alliance the better and make sure she doesn't put up a fuss, I hate when they do that,Just give me a Big Ass Headache”,He then turned to King k Rool ,”And what about you”.

“Well while most of the Kremlings are here in the fleet the rest of them have stayed behind in order to keep surveillance over the Kong Kingdom,Just to keep me updated on Anything new about the Kongs or the Crystal Coconut”, K Rool Explain before taking another quick sip from his goblet,”So if they're needed I'll have them drop their post and come straight towards the fleet”.

Bular nodded,” Please do when all the people we can get for this next operation”, he said before turning to Bowser,”The same with you Bowser. Send word to the general currently down in the dark lands to tell them to finish up their assignments and head on over to the rest of the fleet as soon as possible”, He then took another big gulp from his goblet before continuing,”If that means having them use every last one of their forces to wipe out the enemy forces as quickly as possible then so be it, as long as they get here on time and quickly”.

Bowser shot him a confused look,” Wait why the hell do we need every Soldier here with us? Look how many soldiers we have already, they should be more than enough to be able to take over the human world. Adding the whole enchilada will just be Overkill, unnecessarily brutal Overkill at that”.

Bowser was all with brutality and viciousness but it had to make sense for him in order to just use it willingly especially when it came to such wheat and lesser Vermin like humans.

Bular hearing the questions started shaking his head,” (sigh) tisk tisk tisk, Come on Bowser I thought you knew better. There's only one Mercy in war and that's death, and believe me when I say we're going to be relentless………”, he says as he snaps his finger to summon one of his swords and sharpens the blade across his teeth,”( Shing) In our mercy of course”, He said before turning to grab the wine bottle and fill up his goblet,” that and I'm trying to be as prepared as possible for our invasion. The humans may be weak but they're not without strategy and planning, no creature is. And from what my intelligence has told me about the Otherworld There're some insanely powerful figures amongst the human race. So we'll need to use every assist that we have during the operation of this plan. even the soldiers we don't naturally use are going to be vital to this mission”.

Bowser though confused at first simply Shrugged it off and not in his head to the explanation.

“Well you say that but one of the other Kingdoms in this world? You aren't suggesting that we leave as they are, are you”?, K Rool asked curiously.

“Well yeah of course that's our plan, we can't destroy every Kingdom we'll have nothing left to rule over afterwards, and that'll get boring rather quickly”, Bular noted as he put the bottle,”As if we need them anyway. We have more than enough material from the kingdom you've already subjugated.

K. Roll still wasn't that though, accepting that though,”But what if the other kingdoms decide to merge themselves into an alliance in order to battle against our forces”?

Time it wasn't Bular who stepped in but Bowser,”Ha I seriously doubt they'll do that, those selfish pricks are too stubborn to do something like that it shows weakness. And it hasn't been an alliance between the kingdoms for over 20 years so why would they start now”.

“And even if they did start the line now it's not like it would help them since they don't have the time to and even if they did, our forces are far too powerful to be matched up again so we just end up slaughtering them anyway”, Bular chimed in.

K Roll was still worried though, especially about the Kong Kingdom,”But what about all those filthy apes on Kong Island and if they decide to attack us”.

Bular shot him a “Really man” look before saying,”You really think an army of monkeys is going to be a match against us”?he said, taking another gulp from his goblet,”And even if they did have their grand champion with them, Is he actually went up against us we'd wear him like a scarf.

King K Was about to speak up to say something else but stop to really think about what his friend had just said.

He was right there'd be no way for the Kong Army to stand a chance against them even if they were at their strongest.

And the rest of the kingdoms wouldn't wish to align with one another making it all the more easier to roll over them.

As it stands none of the kingdoms stood even the smallest of chances to fight against them much less stop them.

The only small chance that they'd have would be with a superstar and those are extremely rare to find.

And besides The three of them had incredibly powerful kingdoms even on their own they wouldn't be easy to be beaten.

Boola saw that he had convinced his friend that everything had been all right,”You know I'm right old friend. I'm telling you nothing will DARE stand in our way when we're finished”, He said as he raised his goblet to do a toast,”To the future of our glorious kingdoms”.

Both Bowser and King K Rool Scared of each other before suddenly growing malicious grins on their faces as they then picked up their goblet and press it against Bular’s, (Both said at the same time)” To the future of our glorious Empire”, After that they all started drinking from their goblets and began laughing.

And just as he was about to take another sip, Bular felt a tug on his side.

He turned to see that it was none other than Kamek,”Um, sorry to interrupt your Toast, Lord Bular, but it is time for your royal speech to the troops. At least some of them are waiting on you”.

Bular quickly turn That some of his troops had been standing at the front of the party walking directly up at them waiting for him to say something.

“Oh shit, the speech thank you Kamek”, He said quickly nodding to the magiKoopa Before signaling to the other two kings that it was time for their speech.

The other kings nodded back, though Bowser was the only one who actually stepped up to stand next to Bowser, while K Rool stayed in his throne, sipping from his goblet.

Bular stepped up and walked up to the front of the platform, standing up as a spotlight shined on him, before clearing his throat and shouting out,"My empire! Koopas!”First pointed out to the Koopas who clapped and cheered,” Kremlings!”He called out to next, who responded by loudly munching on and chewing their food as they laughed aloud, " Trolls!"He called out to his army who in their own way responded by roaring loudly, mainly to show off their might,”DRAGONS!”, he shouted even louder towards the scaly beast, who, after having their name called out, started shooting out, fire up into the air at the ceiling, creating a cool little fire show,” and all the other creatures and monsters of our army! i’d like to personally thank every single one of you for taking time out of your duties to come to this awesomely lit party to celebrate OUR LATEST VICTORY!”, He announced as he motioned his head to all of his subordinates.

"You know I like to reminisce about it all, about just how far we as a kingdom- no as an Empire has come! From being Weekend utterly defenseless Impures that were used as entertainment for lesser life forms like humans. never knowing if we worked hard enough to earn our next unfeeling meal And had to constantly watch as our fellow brothers and sisters were slaughtered for sport and just being who and what they were…….!”, as he said that some of the soldiers in the party started to Bow their heads in silence, reminiscing on their very dark times,”To being the strong and mighty top of the food chain animals that we are partying and celebrating our constant victories over the real lesser Impures we see around us!”

Bular was pointing to the Penguins that were either being used as servants to help clean and give food to the soldiers, were being used as entertainment tools or target practice for the soldiers, or were the main course on the food menu for them. Some of the Penguins were skinned alive and roasted to death as if cooking a turkey on Thanksgiving with an apple in their mouths. What was even worse is that some of the depressed and teary eyed penguin prisoners were being forced to bring out their fellow penguin’s cooked carcasses to the tables so that they could be eaten by the soldiers. It was a truly heartbreaking and terrifying sight to be seen by the Penguins And all they could do was continue to work in order to avoid the same fate.

Not that it mattered much to Bular however, because he continued on with his speech,“And after years of constant struggle, suffering. battle, war, and searching, we have finally managed The final stages of the completion of Killahead Bridge! And now, we are the most powerful empire in the world!"

Hearing this exciting news Everyone in the party (except for the prisoners) cheered loudly in celebration.

"Soon we will arrive at the Mushroom Kingdom, where there we will use their power source to activate killahead bridge to its fullest potential!”, he explained, balling his fist up into the air,” once that’s done we will use its power to open up a portal to Another world seal to the brim with nothing but power, resources, and best of all humans to conquer and tear……..to……..pieces!”, and even though that was the main goal of the plan, that wasn’t even the icing on the cake,” And Best of all for us trolls, once we’ve entered, that portal our dreadful curse of the sun will be broken and then will truly…….be…..INVINCIBLE”!

The crowd of soldiers cheered even louder than before truly motivated to go and get this mission done.

Which at the site of this gave Bular a flood of pride inside, practicing that speech with Bellroc for two hours was gonna pay off.

And now nothing could break the super motivating aura in the morale.

He stepped forward to continue,” And right now as we speak, our forces are on their way to the mushroom kingdom to go and bring that leader to us! So after years of being sworn enemies we wil-“

“I will ask their princess to marry me in a fairy tale wedding!".

The music went to an abrupt stop due to the band on stage stopping.

The troops began to cheer only to sudden suddenly stop in confusion

Bular stop, talking due to a loud voice shouted out, interrupting him.

Though he knew all too well who it was……

Everyone knew who it was, mainly because they were staring right at him when he said it.

It was Bowser…….

Everyone seemed to have stopped their dancing, the rock music came to an abrupt stop and stared at the Koopa king. All of them seemed confused.

“ what”, a Kremlin soldier asked loudly in confusion.

Bular slowly turned towards his comrade and shot him a “ what the hell are you doing” look.

A look which Bowser simply ignored, he was too pumped up with excitement after getting that off his chest.

Oh yeah, if it was forgotten, Lee mentioned before the great king Cooper Bowser had a massively obsessive crush on the princess of the mushroom kingdom: peach toadstool.

And he had ever since he had first laid eyes on her.

His crush on her was known amongst the kingdoms, though it was mostly known between the kings, (though from what Bular and K Rool no of the young princess, they were at least 98% sure that the romantic feeling was one sided but they didn’t want to tell their friend) and not as much as the subjects.

To them, it was known as a rumor and not actually confirmed by any of them, at least not until now.

K Rool began to chuckle,” Oh now this should be amusing”, before taking another sip of wine from his goblet.

"Yeah."a Koopa troop tried to yell out in support, though it was plainly obvious to everyone even to the Koopa troop himself that it didn’t feel right, or actually genuine.

"Did he say marry their princess?" A koopa asked a gum gum armored troll sitting next to him.

The gum gum in response simply shrugs his shoulders.

"D-D-Doesn't she hate you?", a Kremling soldier suddenly asked him.

"Of course, she hates me (oh, looks like he does now)," he replied, offended, and then frowning at the reminder of their one-sided relationship, before he suddenly dreamingly imagined her,"But that makes me love her all the mor-“.

“Wait I’m sorry, is that your first question, if she hates him? Not the fact that our clearly turtled king is going to try and get with an obviously human princess?”, a green changeling spoke up, interrupting him.

“We that's not how I would put i-“,Bowser was about to say something in defense when someone else suddenly spoke up.

“Wait a minute, i’m sorry but you mean to tell me that I'm putting my life in my line just so that our King could get to the pants of a princess who isn't even his species' ', it was one of the goombas that stood at the front of the crowd.

That last interruption caused an uproar of whispering and gossip amongst the party, all of them trying to discuss what the Koopa king's motives were.

One of the Hammer Bros sitting at a dining table raised his hand which Bular noticed,”Apologies for my boldness, but I thought the plan was to kill all of the humans, not bed with them. That kind of thing goes against everything we’ve been fighting for”.

Before Bular or Bowser could say anything to deescalate that claim someone else had already interrupted.

“Wait I'm sorry with all due respect, but it feels like what you are saying is that all the killing we’ve done up until this point has just been so that he can get into the pants of a princess Who isn't even your species and who may or may not even be that fond of your magnificent charm? Is that what we're all getting from this, I feel like that's what I'm getting from this”.

Neither one of the two kings could get a word out then before one of the dragons spoke up,”Our alliance was formed Solely for the purpose of exterminating the human race entirely, Not to quart ourselves with them”, after he said this a bunch of the dragons nodded their heads in agreement.

And before Bullard could get the chance to speak up to deescalate all of these not quite false claims, Bowser already opened his big fat mouth once again,”Yeah well like I said before all that stuff makes me love her all the more. Her heart shape bangs, the way she floats in the breeze, her immovable tiara”.

As you were saying this a gum gum troll tilted towards one of the Koopa Troop and whispered,”Is he fucking serious”?,With the Koopa simply responding with a confused ” you think I know” look.

Now this was bad, not only was Bowser not mentioning the main point of the plan but he was making it seem as if his love life was the main point of this whole thing.

Which it isn't and it never was.

And now all he's doing is confusing the troops and removing all the motivating morale that Bular had originally put in them in the first place.

He needed to do something to stop this quickly.

But Bowser continued on with his speech,”And when she sees what I got her for a wedding present, oh wedding bells!"He said excitedly.

There was a moment of silence in the party before the same voice from earlier shouted out,“What”, not understanding what he was being told.

This time before Bowser anyone else could say anything that can make this all look worse, Bular Forward in order to speak up,”Heh heh heh, Could one Bowser always with your jokes and humorous nature. I mean who would have thought you would have made such a comedian”?,He quickly lied trying to do everything in his power to fix the damage that Bowser had done.

Though Bowser looked at him with a confused look,” huh, What the hell are you talking abo-”?

Before he could say another word, Bular placed one of his hands on his mouth before chuckling nervously at the crowd,”Heh heh heh heh heh, your so funny Bowser……”, He tells his head closer to his friend and Whispers,”Go sit down you're done”, Before turning away from him and stepping up towards crowd.

Bowser, who was about to say something back, simply gave up and crossed his arms before reluctantly walking back to sit on his throne.

K Rool, Had been enjoying the show up until this point, till two towards his fellow Kingsman and whispered,” Real subtle Bowser”, before he began to snicker

Bowser in response flipped him off before whispering,”Eat me crocodile.

That made K Rool snicker even more.

Now that pool law was finally the front and center attention he needed to do his best to have the crowd forget about that last interruption,” alright everybody now that all of Bowser joking around and whatnot is over, What he actually meant to say is that we're merely bringing the princess over to us that we can “convince” her to willingly give us her power source without any struggle or unnecessary “fighting”, He explained, both times using air quotes,”Once she does we will finally have the tools to-”!

When he was about to finish up a Koopa Troopa raised his hand High catching his attention, and once it did Bular decided to point to him to see what the question was, praying that wasn't something having to do with Bowser's crush on Princess Peach.

"What if she says no?" the soldier asked curiously.

Bular, in response to the question, simply began to chuckle, confusing everyone around him,”Come on guys what do we always do when diplomacy fails us, huh? We’ll eat some chips with some dip……….”,The smile on his face quickly turns into a vicious glare,”Advance our armies through her defenses and WIPE THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM OF THE MAP, AND ANY OTHER KINGDOM WHO GETS IN OUR WAY!”,If you thought the cheering from before was loud then you didn't know what cheering was because the entire party practically erupted with cheers and praises towards their King,” And once we've completed our objective and open up that portal, WE’RE GONNA RULE THE FUCKING WORLD”!

The crowd continued their cheers and Praises towards him, making Bular feel that much more prideful of his glorious speech.

Even Bowser and K Rool we're so impressed the point where they began to start clapping and cheering

Send cleared his throat before saying,” So gather your comrades send in our armies and prepare yourself for the stench of a war, THAT WE WILL WIN”, He shouted out before letting out a mighty Roar into the crowd and began bothering his head up and down to the music that suddenly started playing again

Everything was going just as planned now all he needed was for Angor Rot to bring in that straw hat human boy and this whole plan could officially be set in motion.

There was absolutely nothing that could stop him now, or so he thought that is.

(End of chapter)

Hey everyone it's me I know this chapter came out a lot sooner than I expected to but it's here and I want to thank everyone for all of their love and support throughout these last seven months I really couldn't have done this without that and I also wanted to wish everyone a Happy New Year and do officially bring in the first chapter of 2024, man it has been quite the Run and none of you are going to be able to predict what I'm going to have cooked up in this story some of you may love it others might hate it as long as you keep watching and reading that's all I really care about. So if I'm going to be honest the next chapter will probably take a lot longer to come out, probably either late January or early to mid-February, we are officially going to begin part one of the dark lands Arc with Zoro’s pov. So we're going to be taking a break from our main man Luffy just for a little while to make sure that Zorro isn't getting too lost in this story, but don't worry Luffy will be coming back sooner than you know just keep reading to find out.

see you all again in a little while

#one piece #the super mario bros movie #trollhunters #angor rot #bellroc keeper of the flame #bular the butcher #donkey kong #merlin #princess peach #roronoa zoro

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