#even when he electrocutes himself when he got distracted in a fight

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

"SUCK IT ASSHOLES!"

I originally was going to make his quote "You just got Simmonsized" but lets be honest, it's not Simmons without the 'suck it!'

Yeah i regretted that wording as soon as I looked at it but hey, this is red team! No flinching from innuendos!

Elementalist/Tempest Simmons for the GW2 au - ya boy and his shouts are easy to find on the battlefield, that's for sure

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Hii, I wanted to clear up a doubt, I was debating with someone who said that Zabuza had beaten Kakashi by locking him in the water prison, I said that that wasn't a big deal since he could have electrocuted him since Zabuza had his hand inside the water prison, but this person told me that I was lying because he couldn't electrocuted him, he was in water prison meaning he couldn't do anything.

So I wanted to know your opinion, is it true that Kakashi couldn't do anything once trapped? He couldn't move? (I say if Naruto and Sasuke weren't there)

Kakashi’s movements weren’t completly restricted so yes, he could have used lightning to zap zabuza (and probably himself but at least he’d be free) but it’s a manga about naruto

Naruto needed to show off his teamwork woth Sasuke (not sakura cuz can’t let a GIRL be part of the team)

Also that argument is so stupid cuz Kakashi beat Zabuza more completly and soundly when he wasn’t distracted by protecting his students. The only reason Zabuza got him in that water prison was by attacking the kids and distracting Kakashi so his focus was on protecting his students

A good plan to beat a stronger opponent.

But one v one, Kakashi owned the fight. The only reason Zabuza survibed was because Haku saved him. He was actually immobile because of the hounds for the duration Kakashi needed him to be to defeat him

Zabuza’s water prison wasn’t a way to kill Kakashi. He still would have had to do that separately. It was a way to get Kakashi out if the way and take care of naruto, Sasuke, Sakura and the builder. So he never even really defeated him, he just trapped him

[tobiasdrake]

Man, Sabretooth is such a fucking clown in this movie. Absolutely wild decision to turn Wolverine's archrival into Team Rocket.

There's the funny ragdoll tree ambush I mentioned earlier, where he jumps Logan on the road. He shitstomps Wolverine but then gets spooked away by Cyclops.

Like. He doesn't even have the dignity of being defeated here. He dodges Scott's shot and then just jumps away into the treetops, and that's the last we see of him.

He just runs away.

Insert Daffy Duck "Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop!" noises as he bounds into the treetops never to return, having successfully inconvenienced Logan and blown up his RV, almost with Rogue in it.

Later on we find out that his mission was actually to abduct Rogue because her abilities are vital to Magneto's plan. So. Y'know. I guess killing her is just as good.

So Sabretooth has to go back to Magneto and report this mission failed, but not as failed as he almost made it. And it's like. My dude, you didn't even try. You just bailed at the first sign of opposition.

Then Mystique kidnaps Senator Kelly and they do the whole mutant transference rigamarole. Kelly accidentallies himself through the bars of his cell. It's okay. Sabretooth's got this.

All he has to do is pull a guy up through a window. Piece of cake. He can--

Guy fell. Got his sleeve though. He wasn't important or anything, right?

Magneto's so mad about this, he grounds Sabretooth for like a day.

We next see Sabretooth in the train station battle. He and Toad have been sent to take out Cyclops and Storm. Sabretooth takes Storm.

His plan is to slowly strangle her for funsies. Meanwhile, Toad makes Cyclops blow the roof off the place by stealing his visor.

Which means Sabretooth and Storm are now exposed to the elements. So. Y'know. That's bad for Sabretooth. Fortunately, he has complete physical control over Storm. He can hit her or slash her or stab her or anything that would be quicker than slow strangulation.

So what does he do?

He growls at the sky to try and intimidate it into going away.

It goes about this well.

Honestly amazed with Storm's precision to somehow manage to electrocute Sabretooth while he was physically touching her without the current traveling through his body and into hers.

The bolt oneshots Sabretooth, throwing him through a wall. At which point Toad, who did achieve what he set out to do but arguably also team-killed Sabretooth, pops over to teabag him.

Toad: Quit playin' around.

I want to call him rude for that but honestly if he hadn't decided to take his time with Storm, this wouldn't have been an issue. He's just. Not very good at being a villain.

At the U.N. Summit, he kills this one guard.

With assist from Mystique. She distracts the guard so that Sabretooth can sneak attack him from behind. Guard dies super fast from being claw-stabbed. Probably should have done that to Storm. Instead of. Growling at the sky. XD

Don't be impressed though 'cause Toad takes out two by himself right afterward. Toad's a fucking beast.

Lands on this dude's shoulders so hard we hear bone crunching sounds as the guy just squishes. Toad fucking Goomba Stomped a whole-ass man. It's the most badass fucking thing anyone does in the entire film. Sabretooth wishes.

Somehow, these experiences convince Magneto to hold Sabretooth in reserve as his personal bodyguard when the X-Men arrive

Look at that bewildered gaze. He's as confused as I am about how this happened.

To his credit, he does manhandle Wolverine. Both in the RV fight and here at Liberty Island.

But then they take him out by having Wolverine pick his pocket to steal back Cyclops's visor and then, right in front of his face, hand it off to Jean's telekinesis. She tells Cyclops to open his eyes on her command, levitates the visor over, and then gives the command. He fires and the blast, angled by the visor, defeats Sabretooth.

Sabretooth is standing right there the whole time they're planning and executing this, letting it happen. Absolute clown show, this man. From there, he falls on a boat.

And I guess that killed him because Sabretooth was never again seen in the movies, except in prequels.

[nonovyabuisness]

My brain decided to come up with random KH organisation XIII x Resident Evil Village (REV).

Who gets kidnapped ?

Roxas and Xion that were dared to enter the REV world without their org coat and got transformed into babies.

Who was accompanying them ?

Demyx,who almost died because of Miranda and only managed to crawl through a dark corridor after distracting her with his water clones.

Demyx also dared the two key kids to take off the org coat for five minutes thinking they would just be cold.

Who is the most pissed off ?

Xemnas ,Saix and Axel.

Each for a different reason:

Xemnas is pissed because the key kids are valuable to his plans.

Saix because Demyx f-cked up everything AGAIN and it will be troublesome to get Number XII and Number XIV back (even though he is willing as is Xemnas to leave ‘the puppet’ behind).

Axel is pissed off because his best friends (kids) have been kidnapped and has to be monitored at all times in case he tries to kill the Melodious Nocturne…again.

Thanks to their coat they retain their powers (including Xigbar’s ignorance to what is called ‘gravity’) and weapons who reappears to them if taken too far away from their wielders. All organisation members are sent except Xemnas (obviously) and Demyx who is no longer trusted in REV.

- Axel no longer able to control his anger burns down the survivors’ house after arguing with one of them. He feels a bit bad about the girl and her father but his key kids are more important.

- After learning that Heinsenberg can control metal. Xaldin, Marluxia and Axel are forced to leave due to their weapons being easily taken away by Cowboy Magneto (CW). But some members are not as affected by CW.

Vexen’ s shield can not be taken away when covered in ice even if it’s not thick for some reason.

Larxene’s daggers can be electrified from a distance by her, meaning if Heisenberg tried to take her daggers she could electrocute him without having the need to touch her weapons, Which is bad since his ability is metallic.

Xigbar’s shots are pure magic and therefore can’t be pulled by CW (they can be deviated by his hammer however).

Saix’s claymore and Lexaeus’ tomahawk are somehow not pulled in by Heisenberg.

- While all of them can deal with the mutants such as Lycans, Haulers, Moroaica, Samca, Soldats and Varcolac. Each org member can deal more easily with some specifically.

Larxene has an easier time with the conductible metallic Haulers and Soldats.

Lexaeus has no issue with Lycans.

Saix can easily take a Varcolac thanks to beserker.

Xigbar has a field day with the flying Samcas.

Vexen freezes the Moroaicas before destroying them with his shield that protects him against surprise attacks.

Zexion usually avoids fighting himself using hallucinations to make the mutants kill each other, lure them into a trap or to flee.

Luxord puts every mutants, except Varcolacs who are too big, into cards before tearing them. ( The cards reappear as blank after a few seconds).

Now onto the bosses :

- The vampire triplets Bela, Cassandra and Daniela are destroyed by Vexen due to his ice powers (their weakness).

- Lady Dimitrescu is avoided at first due to her invincibility before she turns into her true form who is taken down by Xigbar who shoots her down even from the sky since gravity doesn’t exist for him.

- Xezion is stuck without his lexicon in the Beneviento house causing him to rely on his intellect to solve the puzzles with the wooden human sized doll being Ansem The Wise (ATW) as Ienzo put a bookmark ATW had given him in the memory mailbox . And getting out of said house panting due to all the running he had to do, he kisses his lexicon once it reappears.

- Lexaeus and Saix inflict physical damage to Moreau while Larxene electrocutes his wet fishy a$$.

- Sturm (propeller head) is electrocuted by Larxene and hit in the back multiple times by Xigbar, Saix and Lexaeus while he is paralyzed.

- Heisenberg is taken down by Larxene who electrocutes his metal behind diverting his attention and paralyzing him. While Xigbar uses the tank to shoot at Heisenberg with Vexen providing Ice walls to protect them.

After the CM fight, Miranda appears with baby Xion giving her to Larxene who immediately shoves Xion in Lexaeus’ arms before they all dip never returning to this world.

Plus:

- Roxas is found in the Dimitrescu castle since Miranda wants the child to be a girl for the ceremony with Roxas being plan B.

- Xion being a ‘puppet’ and therefore not human or linked to the ‘Cadou’ or the other RE viruses she was given back as Miranda didn’t want to take any more risks with Organization XIII.

- Luxord and the Duke got along exceedingly well, playing card games and telling each other riddles.

- They fond out the vampire triplets weakness to ice when Xezion was about to be stabbed and dragged away by them and Vexen threw is ice covered shield at them making them run away without Zexion.

- Saix and Xemnas originally planned to abandon Xion but they knew Roxas and Axel would throw themselves in to save her so they kept going. And also the fact that recreating her would waste more time than getting her back in their point of view.

- As soon as Roxas and Xion were back into the World That Never Was, they turned back into their normal appearance with the clothes they had under their org coat and seemed to have forgotten what transpired while they were babies.

- The Baby Monster in the Beneviento manor will forever plague Zexion’s nightmare even after being recompleted.

- Axel would have cried tears of joy if the upside down tears under his eyes allowed him to.

- Immediately dipped to Twilight Town with his kids to explain what had transpired and get ice cream.

- Demyx was assigned cleaning duty for 3 month after being almost murdered by Axel and Saix ( especially flamesilocks).

Good day/night everyone, it’s 1am so I’m going to bed.

Update: it is now 6pm.

Re-update : It is now months later and it is 11:38pm.

[beelinx]

childhood best friends to lovers w/ denki kaminari

Warnings: None! (I think) Maybe Denki’s a little ooc ? 833 words ! Reader is gender neutral :P

Childhood Friend!Denki who you met in kindergarten. Some kid was trying to steal your lollipop, and Denki, looking all valiant and brave, electrocuted the kid to save you. Of course, he still hadn’t gotten the hang of his quirk, and electrocuted you, too.

Childhood Friend!Denki who felt so so so bad about it. So, when he regained consciousness from the short-circuit he had experienced, invited you over for a playdate at his house.

Childhood Friend!Denki who begs his mom to let you stay for a sleepover, and then proceeds to sob uncontrollably as he watches you leave his house holding your mother’s hand after his plan fails.

Childhood Friend!Denki who never let you play with any of the other kindergarten boys. He grabbed your hand and dragged you away, ensuring you only built those blocks with him.

Childhood Friend!Denki who always partnered up with you in group projects, pouting if the teacher chose the groups and separated you two. Grumbling under his breath as he watched you make a presentation with some other dude.

Childhood Friend!Denki who’d get so jealous when you gave more attention to someone else that he made you swear you two would be best friends forever. You giggled and pinky promised you obviously would be, and he smiled proudly.

Best Friend!Denki who loved how you cared for him after he short-circuits. Sometimes he even did so on purpose just to have you fuss over him.

Best Friend!Denki who is only okay with you beating him at Mario Kart, or any such games.

Best Friend!Denki who spends more time over at your house than at his.

Best Friend!Denki who asked you to your middle school dance, gaining the guts after hearing a guy say he’d been thinking about asking you.

Best Friend!Denki who almost short-circuited after he saw you coming down the stairs to him. He swore he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. Your mothers giggled at the sight of you two, all dressed up and blushing, and took about a hundred pictures.

Best Friend!Denki who realized his feelings for you were more than a crush that very same night. Seeing you laugh at all his stupid jokes made it click for him. He wanted to hear your laugh all his life. He needed to.

Best Friend!Denki who begged you to try out for UA’s hero course, which you reluctantly agreed to do.

Best Friend!Denki who almost didn’t go to UA after he found out you didn’t get into the hero course with him. Of course, you smacked some sense into him. He almost jumped with joy when you told him you were going to the general course, so you’d both still be in the same high school.

Best Friend!Denki who kept you as a secret from all his class 1A friends. He knew how cool they were, he saw how all the girls fawned over them, and he selfishly wanted to keep you all to himself. He didn’t want to risk you falling in love and leaving him for Todoroki.

Best Friend!Denki who almost lost in the first round of the sports festival simply because he got distracted by the fact you were cheering him on.

Best Friend!Denki who was so embarrassed he lost so miserably, and was almost too ashamed to see you afterwards.

Best Friend!Denki who always thought about your safety first, your face never leaving his mind throughout any fight.

Best Friend!Denki who finally gets the guts to ask you out after he saw you walking with Shinso, and Sero chimed in, telling him if he didn’t shoot his shot, someone else would do it for him.

Best Friend!Denki, who you’ve never seen so nervous, hands sweating and fiddling with his shirt, face flushed, and voice cracking, asking you if you’d let him be your boyfriend.

Boyfriend!Denki who’d show you off to anyone that crossed his path. At this point, all his friends know more about you than you know about yourself.

Boyfriend!Denki who’d always go out of his way to try to impress you, which has resulted in many embarrassing moments that his friends are never going to let you.

Boyfriend!Denki who’d try to win all the prizes at the fair for you, but only end up getting you some small pig plushie, who you’ve come to adore.

Boyfriend!Denki who actually regrets winning it now, because you seem to prefer cuddling with Mr Chubbs than you do with him.

Boyfriend!Denki who gets you flowers once a week after being advised by Kirishima. He gets you your favorites, sometimes spicing it up to see how you react to the new flowers.

Boyfriend!Denki who bought a ring on your one month anniversary, and has been saving it for the right time to ask, when he knows you’re ready, too.

Boyfriend!Denki who’s been ready to marry you since the day he first met you.

first tumblr post this is scary chat

tysm for reading!! <3

[skyloftian-nutcase]

@newby6320 Forsaken Zelda is here and she is a Menace to Linkdom

It hadn't taken long before they'd run into trouble. Though the group had tried to be welcoming, merging new members into their ranks after so long being a cohesive unit of nine was strange and difficult.

Warriors wasn't particularly a fan of it, but he was trying to be helpful. It had taken so long to grow accustomed to the others... not to mention his habit of sizing up everyone as an enemy initially had not at all been abandoned.

And there were certainly signs of threats.

The youngest of the group, nicknamed Fisherman mostly, was a boy from Lurelin, who held an exuberance similar to Wind's, though tempered by maturity and experience. He was the least problematic, except that he kept eying the champion nearly constantly.

The one who bore Gerudo features, who had been dubbed Plaits by Wind, was kind and helpful, but he held an anxious aura to him. He didn't trust at all. His eyes followed them everywhere, containing more dread than outright fear, and Wars wasn't sure what to make of it.

The remaining one, who'd yet to merit a name beyond the quiet one, was the one who worried Warriors. Whether it was a threat to others, or a threat to himself, he wasn't sure, but the boy held a dangerous aura to him. Silent, observant, he held himself like a bird of prey that was readying for a strike.

Of course, Warriors could be wrong. He'd known the three for all of two hours. But his gut was pretty reliable.

And he couldn't help feeling like they were being watched. But no matter how many times he turned, no matter how many patrols Hyrule went on (Twilight was not allowed out of the group's sight), nothing seemed to be the matter.

Until Hyrule warned that there was a monster camp ahead, and then suddenly they were surrounded.

Wild and Time glued themselves to Twilight's sides, so the captain knew he wasn't needed there. Instead, he stayed closer to the new ones, alongside Sky, who hovered nearby to protect them as he wasn't aware of their fighting abilities yet.

The fisherman quickly drew his blade and shield, taking a ready stance and immediately leaping into the fray. The captain found that he'd already lost track of the quiet one, to his alarm, but he was distracted when the remaining Hero pulled out a spear and started jabbing at a nearby lizalfos, electrocuting it. The blow was strong and true, but as they all knew by now, the beats wouldn't be felled so easily.

Warriors turned to face the lizalfos as it rose again, startling the new Hero, but he sensed an enormous heat source behind him and leapt out of the way with a yell. Light blazed by, blinding him and tearing the lizalfos clean in half.

"BACK THE HELL OFF YOU LIZARD FREAKS!"

Was that a girl's voice?!

Whirling, Warriors caught sight of a young woman, maybe even a teenager, running towards them, blue eyes alight with determination. Her curly chocolate brown hair was pulled halfway out of her face, only partly hiding a golden tiara on her forehead. She wore an embroidered blue sleeveless vest over brown fitted trousers. Cloth draped around her, held in place by a golden brooch that bore the signal of--

The Triforce?!

The girl yelled again, smacking her hands together like a clap of thunder, and magical energy crackled around her in response. Her hands formed a triangle shape, and golden light sprayed out like javelins. When they cut through several more beasts, the others took notice.

"What the hell is going on?" Legend yelled. "I almost got skewered by a freaking sun beam over here!"

The girl flinched. "Oh! Uh, sorry!"

Warriors called out to her, pointing and rushing to the girl. "Behind you!!"

The girl's eyes widen adn she turned with a squeal, only for the incoming bokoblin to get shield bashed by a new contender.

"Oh, there you are!" the girl said triumphantly. "If Friend hadn't found me--"

"Where is she?" the newcomer yelled as he thrust his sword into the 'blin's throat while it lay on the ground.

"She's fine," the girl replied with a roll of her eyes. "I gave her some treats and she's by the stream."

Plaits groaned in the background, wiping sweat off his brow. "I'm not cut out for this nonsense."

The fight didn't last much longer, giving everyone time to regroup. Time raised an eyebrow at the girl. "I'm afraid we haven't been introduced. My name is Link."

The girl blinked. Then her eyes widened. Then she gasped and smiled like a giddy child. "No, you're--you've got to be--who are your companions?"

"Also Link," Plaits chimed in. "They're all Link, Your Highness."

"Your Highness?" Twilight repeated, and Wars found himself staring again at the girl's brooch. Well... it did make sense.

He genuflected respectfully. "Forgive us for not recognizing you, Your Highness. I'm afraid we're all from different eras of Hyrule's history."

The princess nearly bounced with giddiness. "Hylia blessed us with twelve heroes?"

"I'm clearly not needed, then," the hooded warrior commented, turning on his heel and heading out.

Princess Zelda grabbed him by his cape. "Oh no you don't, I said twelve. We need all the help we can get, and you're the current Hero, so that puts him in prime position to help explain the situation."

Although Warriors could only see a small portion of the man's face, the exasperation was evident.

"Wait," Four interrupted, looking around the group. "Twelve heroes? If this man is Link as well, that makes thirteen of us."

"Oh, he doesn't count," the princess waved a dismissive hand at Plaits. "At least according to him."

"Wait, what?" Hyrule looked confusedly at the redheaded Hero.

He shrugged in response. "I'm a masseur, not a Hero."

Wild and the fisherman both gasped in delight. "You give massages?"

Princess Zelda clapped to get their attention. "All right, we need to get organized, so listen up! There is a darkness fast approaching, and only we can stop it! Now, we already have a system in place where, given that there are so many of you named Link, we use nicknames. Sir Edgy is not allowed to nickname anybody as his naming abilities suck, so that task will be left to me."

Legend's face turned red with annoyance. "Now wait a second--"

"Okay," the princess continued, and started pointing. "Pinky, Jester, Sir Eye Patch, Pipsqueak, Hunter, Lord Fancy Pants, Ponytail, Fluffy, Baby Face."

"Lord Fancy Pants?" Warriors repeated as Legend wheezed.

The princess marched by them. "Nicknames are subject to change as I get to know you better."

"Why am I Jester?" Wild asked.

"Your shirt looks like a jester's," the princess answered. "Then again, so does Pipsqueak's. Hmm. Maybe I'll call you Ponytail."

"I like Ponytail," the fisherman noted a little worriedly.

The princess continued a few more paces before freezing. "Wait, weren't there twelve of you?"

Warriors felt his blood run cold, and he immediately started to do a head count. When he came up short on the quiet one, he swore under his breath.

"There was a Sheikah," Plaits noted.

"Oh! That'll make nicknaming him easy," Princess Zelda said with a smile.

"Friend and I will find him," the hooded one, Sir Edgy apparently, noted, turning to walk into the forest.

"Well, Lord Fancy Pants, we better head out," Twilight noted with a grin that made Wars want to punch him.

"How come you got the cool name," Wind whined.

"Because I am cool," Twilight quipped in the least cool way possible.

Warriors groaned.

Brain: Psst Me: *looks warily* Brain: What if your OC Links joined the Chain Me:....Why do you feel the need to do this to me Lurelin Link: Join the what? What Chain? Mystery Link: No. Gerudo Link: Uhhh... they're all consisted of people who would want to kill me. Power Link: I...what? Me: -_-

[moonlight-prose]

I am back and just thinkin about din thiccy thighs djarin

DISTRACTIONS

a/n: So this has been sitting in my wips ever since you first brought up his thighs. (i swear i tried to find a gif that shows his thighs and COULDN'T.) But after nearly re-writing it I finally re-read it today and I kinda vibe with it. I hope you like it!

summary: Things turn out for the better once he realizes you have a fixation on one thing...

word count: 1.9k

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader (no pronouns are used tho just mentions of body parts)

warnings: explicit so YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE MINORS, cussing, riding din's thigh like it's a rodeo, tension, nipple play if you look hard enough, clit play if that's...even a thing, cum play/cum eating, fluff, tenderness between two lovers.

You couldn’t stop staring at his thighs. And you knew it was wrong, knew that he was nothing more than the man who was giving you passage to a different planet. But you couldn’t help the fact that he was as distracting as they come. It was only meant to be a one way trip. There to the plant and never to return as he left you behind in every aspect there was, but then you stayed. You helped him, and that’s where the trouble began.

The attachment began to form slowly until it became a month later and you were stuck in this very predicament. Trying to keep your eyes off of his thighs as he shifted around the ship, making repairs where they were needed. Meanwhile you stayed with the child, keeping him occupied and making an attempt at focusing on something other than the man’s beskar covered limbs.

“What’s wrong?” His modulated voice yanked you out of the daydream you were currently having; giving you some form of clarity. Enough at least to give him a response.

“Nothing why.” You tossed the metal ball lightly in the child’s direction, only for him to keep it floating in midair.

“You keep watching me.”

Of course he would notice that. You’d practically spent the entire afternoon slowly taking off every piece of beskar from his body in your mind. Clearing your throat you picked at your pants, trying to appear somewhat calm. As if you hadn’t almost asked him to let you get off to the very thighs you were face to face with. Since when has he gotten so close to you?

“Well it just so happens that you’re in the same space as I am.” Trying to tell if you had convinced him or not was like attempting to shoot a moving target with no problem. His helmet didn’t let you see anything and the head tilts never seemed to help your citation. They only made it worse.

A noise that sounded eerily similar to a scoff came through his modulator before he was turning away from you; going back to working on repairing the wires that controlled whether the door opened or shut. It seemed that during his last altercation the person he was fighting somehow managed to kill the switch. A nuisance in its own way, as well as something that took forever to fix.

“How is he doing?” he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the child who had decided to make your lap his new resting place. You glanced down at him, seeing that he had begun to blink slowly. The sleep he was fighting finally caught up on him.

“He’s sleepy.” Brushing a finger across an ear, you smiled at the reaction you got. A twitch followed by a gurgling noise; his body surrendering to the exhaustion from the day.

For hours you’d been giving him things to keep himself busy, helping him to maneuver around the ship that seemed to now have scattered tools around it. And finally you would be able to have a small break. Just enough time to hopefully eat, rest, and do everything you could to get him off your mind. You’d have to find something to distract yourself, and you figured rewiring the comlink that he had given you two days ago would do it.

“Fuck,” you shouted, tossing it to the ground as you electrocuted yourself for what felt like the fiftieth time. He said it was nothing but a simple rewiring job; one you could easily do. And yet there you were, an hour into your tenth attempt and nothing seemed to be working.

The sound of his boots echoing across the floor had you turning your attention towards him. All the previous attempts at shoving him out of your mind, now gone, because he was crouching down beside you. His hands reached for the comlink and you wanted to curl in on yourself. Unable to do even a simple task as this, but he didn’t pin that on you, didn’t blame you. Instead choosing to sit fully on the floor beside you, his back resting against the wall of his ship as he focused on the wires that were slightly frayed from your actions.

“It’s harder than it looks,” you mumbled.

He nodded, simply choosing not the respond. At this point you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but you didn’t care enough to question it. He wanted to help you so you let him do just that. Let him teach you how to rewire it carefully in order to not shock yourself, before reattaching the back of it.

“Wiring is not your strong suit.”

A laugh left your lips, your elbow coming out to jab him lightly in the side as you stared down at the comlink he’d placed back in your hands. “No it’s definitely not.”

“We’ll work on that,” he replied, resting his hands in his lap, his helmet turned towards you.

You wanted to say that things didn’t spiral from there. That you remained civil with him; continuing to ignore the feelings that had built up until you could practically feel them in your chest. Except even you couldn’t say that. Couldn’t ignore it anymore, because it physically pained you to do so. Reaching out you took one of his gloved hands and intertwined his fingers with your own; content to remain sitting there for as long as he’d allow it.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Three days. That’s all it took for you to end up this situation.

Three days of constant banter, touches that shouldn’t have meant more than just that, and those niggling feelings that kept you on edge. Three days is all it took for you to be in his lap, arms around his neck as you pressed your forehead to his helmet. And not even you were surprised that it was happening. That he had dragged you towards him, a gruffly whispered sentence echoing in the air as you fell into his lap.

“I can’t work,” he grumbled, hands squeezing your hips as breathed out harshly. “Not when you’ve been acting that way.”

You fought the smile that nearly showed. “Acting, what way?” It was an empty question. Because you know what you did; knew that everything you’d been doing wasn’t merely as simple as it seemed. And it looks like he finally caught up on that fact.

“Like you want me.” His words were whispered - borderline hesitant - and it made you smile. A hand reaching out to brush against his helmet. You wondered what he looked like; what he truly sounded like without the modulator in the way.

What he tasted like.

“I’m glad it’s working,” you replied, pressing yourself closer to the chestplate he wore. The cool feeling of metal against your skin refreshing compared to the stuffy air in the ship.

It took three days for you to both come to that one realization. To finally understand that the want was no longer one sided, and once the words were said, he seemed to have lost control of the patience he held so reverently. The string had grown taut enough to snap, until he was feral with a different type of need.

Pushing your hips down you rolled them downward, angling yourself against his thigh to feel something. Any small amount of satisfaction that you could manage on your own. It’s when he pushed you off did you feel like you did something wrong. Maybe you had. Maybe you’d gone too far, and you were about to apologize. Tell him that you didn’t mean to go in that direction; except his hands were reaching for the waistband of your pants.

Shoving them down your legs in rushed abandon, his breath coming out in pants as you kicked them off. Already beginning to step out of your underwear as well; hands reaching out to steady yourself on his shoulders as he dragged you back. It was a vulnerable state to be in. Straddling the cold beskar of his thigh as he sat in his chair; fully clothed and watching your every movement.

“Mando,” you murmured, clit throbbing as you felt the cold sensation of metal against it.

“What do you want?” he asked, hands gripping your hips so tightly that they’d be tender tomorrow. “Do you want me?”

You meant to say the word clearly, tell him that you wanted him like this as well as more than just this, but him bringing his thigh up to grind against you had your head falling back. A moaned out yes breaking through the hum of the ship that echoed around you. Coherent words were beyond you at this point, and so you took what he gave you.

Began to roll your hips quickly in order to feel that euphoric high again and he seemed intent on getting you there. His hands shifting to caress you anywhere he could reach; shoving your shirt off in order to tug at your nipples. Until you were crying out from the feeling; the leather of his gloves only adding to his touch. It wasn’t until he began to toy with your clit did you jolt forward, hands pressing into his chest to keep yourself steady.

A chuckle broke through the euphony of your sounds. “So desperate for it,” he murmured, thumb running along your bottom lip as he continued to press against your clit.

“I need more.” Your voice didn’t even sound like you. The words whined out, fingers curling in an attempt to find purchase on his pauldron. “Please.”

Pinching your chin he dragged you forward until your forehead was pressed against his helmet, mouth going slack as he brought his knee up at an angle. Giving you a chance to feel the edge of the beskar on his leg; catching it exactly how you needed it. Words escaped you; nothing but sounds that no longer sounded like you - escaped your throat. Giving him quite the view.

“Come on. Cum for me.” Pressing on your clit again he watched - addicted - as your eyes rolled back, a cry of the only name you knew him by rang around the room.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, teeth digging into your bottom lip so hard you were sure you had broken the skin.

“That’s it.” Pulling his hand away from your clit he allowed you to catch your breath, dragging the slick covered finger along your bottom lip for you to taste. “So good for me, mesh’la.”

Some part of your preened under his praise. Wanted to do it again just to hear him say those words one more time, and you were sure that he’d happily watch. Happily tell you how beautiful you were. How he couldn’t seem to get you out of his mind for even a second. Yet you couldn’t move. Only having enough energy to sink into his body, head falling against his shoulder as he ran a hand along your bare back. Humming in contentment.

“All that because I distracted you,” you breathed out, curling a hand into his cowl.

You couldn’t see it, but he was smiling down at you beneath the helmet; his body alight with a different feeling. “Do it again and you’ll get a lot more than that.”

“We’ll work on that.” You smiled, tucking yourself into his arms.

He huffed out a laugh, resting his head back against his chair. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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Aw, now I'm just thinking about a hurt/comfort scenario with Kid Ingo and Emmet. (This one got long again too, sorry)

Imagine one night, Ingo has a horrible nightmare. He was arguing with his Emmet again. Yelling at him, saying things he shouldn't have until Emmet runs away from him in tears.

Ingo in the dream is still angry but this time he chases after Emmet, determined to say his piece no matter how much it's clearly hurting his little brother.

His anger quickly turns to confusion when all of a sudden he loses sight of Emmet. He didn't know how since he was right at his heels but now he's nowhere to be seen.

He searches for a while in his dream, annoyed that Emmet won't face him and accept the truth until he hears a horrible scream. A panicked, terrified scream...and it's his name.

Ingo runs towards the sound only to find his Emmet, clinging to the ground as a portal of flickering red, blue, and green lights and electricity is trying to suck him in.

Ingo calls to him and tries to run, but no matter how hard he runs he's not getting any closer to Emmet. He watches helplessly as his little brother desperately tries to hold on for a few agonizing seconds until his grip slips and gets dragging into the portal screaming.

The last thing Ingo hears is Emmet crying out for him, begging for Ingo to save him, and the last thing he sees is Emmet's tearful, terrified expression getting swallowed into the light, arms outstretched as if he was hoping Ingo would grab him and pull him back to safety.

Ingo can't, and tears are already falling as he wakes up screaming Emmet's name so loud that Adult Emmet all but unhinges the door to see what's wrong.

Ingo suddenly remembers where he is and how he got there but that only makes him cry even harder. Was that what really happened? Was that his little brother's last moments? Was that what he could've prevented if he wasn't such a horrible big brother?!

Emmet doesn't know what's wrong yet but he knows Ingo is hurting bad, so he gently picks him off the bed and wanders out to the living room where lays the weeping child down on the couch.

He grabs the softest blanket they have and puts a movie on the TV (not really to watch, more of a distraction). He doesn't say a word as he bundles Ingo up and hugs him close, rubbing circles on his back and shushing him comfortingly. Ingo continues to sob and say he's sorry over and over again as he clings to Emmet like a lifeline.

Emmet suspects what happened and he just tells little Ingo that it was just a bad dream.

"It's not your fault. Your not to blame. He'll come back. And I promise he's already forgiven you."

It's not much but Emmet doesn't trust himself to use any more words than that.

So instead Emmet wipes away little Ingo's tears as they fall and just holds him until he can't cry anymore and eventually falls asleep again with his head against his chest. Emmet can only hope hearing his heartbeat would be enough to convince Ingo that everything would turn out OK in the end.

Please don't apologize for being long-winded when your writing is amazing!!! You ripped my heart out with this ask in the best way possible and I want you to know that.

Have you ever been woken up in the middle of the night by crying/screaming? Its a disorienting experience. Maybe Emmet thinks someone is breaking into his apartment at first and is ready to fight when he practically drop-kicks the door open. Maybe he's even ready to throw Galvantula out to electrocute the intruder and nearly drops its pokeball in shock when he realizes that no one is crawling through the window.

He shifts gears quickly when he realizes that the monsters are coming from inside Ingo's head rather than outside.

I imagine it would take him a while to calm Ingo down. The movie he puts on is one he can remember watching over and over as a kid and it has an instant calming effect on both of them.

Emmet wakes up sore from the awkward sleeping position but he doesn't much care. His brother being ok is the only thing that matters.

He decides not to ask Ingo about what he saw in his dream. He doesn't want to upset him by bringing it up. But when Ingo brings it up on his own, Emmet listens intently.

He feels goosebumps rising on his arms as Ingo describes the portal but he rubs them away and forces a laugh. "Oh, it was nothing like that," he assures him, even though he still doesn't remember to this day what happened to him. It could have been like that. He doesn't really know.

Little Ingo remains doubtful. "What was it like, then?"

But all Emmet can say is, "I can't tell you that."

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

sir, ma’am, person, or other pronouns, you cannot just post good writing ideas right before I sleep /j

I’d like to see that golden house prompt as a short story,,, possibly????😳

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spoiler! i ain't good at choreographing fights but uh i THINK i was poetic enough so it still sounds cool??? hope that's ok!! this is also inspired by some of the brainrot i've been having and getting in the past few days so i can definitely make a part two!! also normal Childe’s there for a bit original prompt was of FL Childe injuring you during the golden house fight!! read Part Two here!!: The Sky’s Tears ~ * ~ Golden House is Falling Down Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst Warnings: Worrying, descriptions of anger, fighting (battles), a corpse, allusions to blood, pain, potential death, lightning, electrocution

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Sometimes Childe worried you. It came with his job, you supposed. You were well aware of his status as a Fatui Harbinger, although you’ve never personally seen him at work- it had been a casual accident when you walked into him discussing plans with his subordinates. The two of you hadn’t been close back then, only acquaintances, and he made you swear to secrecy. Well, technically he had threatened you, but you didn’t particularly mind. You weren’t as in love with Liyue as some of your friends were, and you, unlike many people, understood the importance of a well-paying job. Having his position exposed to the public could very well get him fired. Those had been your concerns, so long ago. But now, as you hurried after the Traveler in all their glory, those pitiful worries seemed so far away, replaced instead by anxious thoughts flurrying by about life and death. You weren’t anyone of particular importance in the harbor, but you always made sure to pay careful attention to any rumors and gossip you heard. You always took them with a grain of salt, of course, but you had long ago learned that it was good to keep things you heard in your mind as potential possibilities. Liyue had a habit of having “impossible” events happen anyways. It really got on your nerves sometimes. Last week’s whispers had been full of a Fatui plan about meddling with the panicking government, after Rex Lapis had allegedly fallen from the sky, his status as the oldest living archon gone. Seeing that the Fatui’s reputation wasn’t particularly good, you had filed the thought away to consider later. A few days later, it came true. And Childe seemed to vanish into thin air, shifting your worries instantaneously over to him. It was funny, how close the two of you had gotten in the weeks he’d been in Liyue. At least, you were close to him. The Traveler was kind enough to let you accompany them to the famed Golden House, just to cover all possible leads. Their steps are light and quick as you approach the elegant building, all lined with gold and jade, and you can almost hear the tinkling sound of mora within. The Traveler stares up at the enormous door, clutching their sword. They seem prepared for a fight. You gulp, hoping that their stance is just how they stand as a default. The doors to the Golden House swing open, and the Traveler gestures for you to follow them, a determined look in their eyes. You enter together, and momentarily you’re distracted by the piles of mora scattered around the floor- probably more mora than you’d see in your entire life. Your eyes scan the room as the glimmer of coins snatches your attention, a tendency that friends and family had always teased you lightheartedly about- they’d call you a crow or a magpie. You didn’t mind being a bird. It sounded fun, to fly away from all your problems. Finally your gaze lands on the corpse of Rex Lapis, floating in the center-back of the room like a morbid decoration put on display. Despite it being very, very dead, it emanates an aura of power, and you involuntarily shiver, the temperature seeming to drop by a few degrees. Suddenly you hear the great doors of the Golden House slam shut, and someone’s voice questions why they, the Traveler, still lingered. The three of you, little Paimon included, turn in surprise. It’s Childe, the very person you were fretting over and looking for. You sigh quietly in relief, but your fleeting moment of calm is quickly dashed as the Traveler silently challenges him to a duel. Hastily you scramble to get out of the way, and just barely find yourself “out-of-bounds” when the arena for their fight flares to life as they both ready their weapons. Childe retrieves his bow with a twisted smile, a counterpart to the Traveler’s iron stoicness. But it seems his gaze lingers on you, and softens for a brief moment, something you tell yourself is just your imagination, because you doubt he was ever your friend to begin with. As someone whose work isn’t associated with adventuring, your knowledge of combat is limited, but even you can see the

skill of both the Traveler and Childe as their blades clash. Several times a burst of elemental energy strikes the burning walls of the arena, and you’re thankful for the barrier between you and them, because you have very little chance of surviving the power of their abilities. When Childe’s clothes darken and the mask falls over his face, you remember hearing something about a far more powerful and dangerous version of Visions- Delusions, items the Tsaritsa, Cryo Archon and ruler of Snezhnaya, rewards to her most loyal and deserving followers. Childe’s is Electro, and the crackle of static energy he slashes towards the Traveler makes your hair stand on end. You shield your eyes from the bright lights dancing around the arena, and when you reopen them, Childe has disappeared. And he reappears next to Rex Lapis’ corpse. Several things happen at once. The Geo Archon’s Gnosis is gone, taken by neither the Harbinger or the Traveler. Paimon looks worried, the Traveler looks shocked, and Childe enraged- You blink and he’s changed. Suddenly several feet taller, he now floats, some sort of terrible creature you’ve never seen before. Everything is loud, too loud, and you clap your hands over your ears, as the floor breaks away beneath you. And you fall with the Traveler and Paimon into the chamber below. You feel something catch you- an enormous clawed hand- and set you down more or less gently into a single large room. The room is the arena, an arena you stand in with no escape. The Gnosis is gone, and Childe is a monster, one of both Hydro and Electro and a foreign, starry magic that makes your skin crawl. And the battle only continues. Luckily the Traveler is adamant on staying away from you, drawing Childe’s attacks to the other side of the arena entirely, and for a majority of the fight the most you have to do is dodge falling arrows and water amalgamations. Childe’s furious questions about the Gnosis soon fade into hisses and growls as he loses himself more and more into the horrible joy of battle. You lean over, coughing slightly from the water that splashed you as a consequence of his attacks and the exertion from dodging and keeping your balance in the Hydro-soaked room. The Traveler screams, and you look up too late as a burst of electro slashes across your chest. Then everything goes white and high pitched, your senses bursting alongside the elemental energy as it runs up your damp skin and clothes. The pain from the combination of Hydro and Electro in your veins brings tears to your eyes, and it’s only amplified around your torso as you vaguely feel something warm and sticky dripping down. Someone shakes you, panicking, calling your name, but everything is white, cold noise. The sounds around you are muffled as the battle slows to a halt, and all you hear is ringing. Another hand, sharp and clawed, brushes against your arm, but it retreats when someone starts shouting. A blade is brandished as someone yells at a monster to stay away, he’s done enough damage, how dare he, and you hear a mournful, desperate chitter through the haze of static. Ah, that curious sound, it makes your heart ache. But what, or who, is it? The sword slices through the air as the monster is pushed away by a blonde-haired Traveler’s rage, and it soon joins into the pitching, ringing note in your ears before it tapers into silence and sorrow, leaving only the inky abyss of darkness crawling up to your eyes as the pain fades into weightlessness. This time, you let yourself fall. In the harbor, the Fair Lady is informed that the Golden House is falling down, falling down.

[cdelphiki]

“Fuck.”

Jason’s spoon clanked into his bowl, as he dropped it and fumbled for the remote. He’d been watching Jeopardy! with the volume low. Half the fun of the game was answering the questions himself, and really, the idiots on the show were often just distracting.

But Jeopardy! wasn’t on the screen anymore.

The Joker was.

The Joker and the current Robin.

“—play a game, shall we?” Joker said, and Jason just cursed louder as he tossed his cereal on the coffee table and jumped up.

“Hrnn,” Robin groaned, when the camera panned to him, “Who’d want to play with you?”

Fucking brat.

The poor kid looked in rough shape. His mask was slightly ripped, showing off a massive bruise right under one of his eyes. His fat lip and the blood trickling down his chin didn’t help much, either.

Oh, yeah. And the fact he was tied up and inside a tiny little cage.

How the hell had Joker got his hands on Robin?

Never mind, Jason thought, as he kicked around the shit on his floor, freeing the various pieces of his Red Hood uniform, he knew exactly how Robin got himself captured.

Batman was out of town.

And he’d left Robin in charge of Gotham.

Like a fucking moron.

“Uh, uh uh,” Joker said, “That’s no way to behave. Be a good little birdy.”

Robin groaned, when Joker stuck a stick inside Robin’s cage, and jabbed him in the side. He pressed a button, and Tim’s groan turned to a scream as he was electrocuted.

Jason grimaced.

“Now,” Joker continued, through a laugh, “The answer is ‘Topeka.’”

Joker’s stupid fucking laugh.

Jason should not be helping the bats.

He did not help the bats. The bats hated him. And, sure, they had good reason to, but it just meant Jason shouldn’t be helping them out of principle!

Why help people who hate your guts and wish you were still dead?

The bats are out of town, his mind helpfully reminded him, they can’t save Robin. And like hell was Jason going to let Joker kill another Robin.

“Shit,” he mumbled, as he grabbed his helmet and shoved it on his head. All he needed was his guns, now.

“Come now, Robin,” Joker said, “You’re disappointing the viewers at home.”

“No, you’re disappointing the viewers,” Jason snapped, as he placed three guns into his holsters, and grabbed his spare magazines, checking to make sure each was full. “No one wants to watch the fucking Joker fuck with a little kid.”

Even if that little kid was Tim Drake. And annoying as fuck.

The camera zoomed back on Robin’s face, and Robin finally mumbled out, “Capital of Kansas.”

Robin screamed, again, when Joker jabbed him with the shock stick, and Jason growled.

He grabbed his tablet and hacked into the batcomputer in record time. He wasn’t sure if Bruce knew he could still do that, but at the moment he was fucking glad he hadn’t been caught yet.

“You didn’t phrase your answer in the form of a question! Haven’t you ever watched Jeopardy!? That’s what the good folks want right now.”

“Fuck, kid,” Jason mumbled, as he triangulated a location on Robin’s tracker, “Where are you?”

Only Robin’s tracker was listed in Gotham, too. No one else was around. Not Alfred. Not Batgirl. No one.

Why the fuck did Bruce keep leaving Robin all alone?

Hadn’t he learned his lesson the first time?

Tim groaned on screen again, making Jason draw his gun and unload the full clip on the screen.

Shit.

His neighbors probably hated him.

“Where are you,” he growled at the tablet, just as Robin’s location finished loading.

Warehouse in Crime Alley.

Not even five blocks from Jason’s safe house.

Good.

- - -

The Joker had almost no henchmen guarding his warehouse.

Usually Joker’s operations were more thought through. Right?

This time it was just pathetic.

How in the ever-loving-fuck had he got his hands on Robin, anyway?

It took Jason not even ten minutes to reach the warehouse, break in, and incapacitate all ten of his thugs. It took only another fifteen seconds to climb up into the rafters, into the main area where Joker was ‘filming’ with Robin.

“Now, Robin,” Joker said, his his annoying high pitched drawl, “You are down in the negatives. You need to get this next answer correct or—”

Jason didn’t let him finish the thought.

Because he shot the Joker in the ass.

“Shut the fuck up,” Red Hood snarled, as he dropped down from the rafters, right on top of Joker, “No one cares as much as you think.”

“Hood,” Joker said, grinning wide, despite all the blood leaking out of him.

Or, well. Not much. Jason should shoot him again.

Robin would get all high and mighty, if Jason actually killed Joker.

Fucking hell.

“How nice of you to drop by!” Joker said, laughing, “We could use a second contestant.”

Yeah. Sure.

Jason brought his elbow down into Joker’s face. Hard. Breaking his nose and knocking him flat out.

“How disappointing,” Jason said, as he stood up and turned toward Robin, “That wasn’t nearly as satisfying as shooting him in the face would have been.”

Robin stayed laying there, where he was, curled up in his cage, clutching his stomach tight.

Whistling, Jason crossed the room and tried to get Tim’s attention. “Yo. Half-pint, you all right there?”

Tim didn’t react, other than to curl up tighter when Jason approached the cage and put a hand on one of the bars.

“Shit,” he mumbled, “Okay, kid. I’ll get you out.”

Ridiculously, it took longer to figure out a way to get Tim out of the cage.

He tried to pry the fucking lock open with a crowbar he found laying around…

Joker and his fucking crowbars.

But the lock wouldn’t budge, and the stupid replacement Robin kept flinching every time Jason got too near. Which, should have probably made Jason feel bad.

If he were, like, a good person.

Instead it just pissed him off enough that he grabbed the crowbar and started bashing it against the lock, until the damn thing fell off.

“Okay,” Jason said as he opened the cage door, “Tell me what the damage is, kid.”

Robin didn’t respond, so Jason reached in and placed one gloved hand on his shoulder. All he was going to do was shake it, a little. Just to make sure the kid was alive. And like, just out of it.

But apparently Robin was super out of it, because instead of growl at him or snap some dumbass quip, he jumped up and punched Jason right in the stomach.

“Fuck,” he huffed. The little sucker packed a mean one, but he was too damn out of it for it to do more than make Jason wince. “The fuck, kid? Knock it off.”

Tim jumped up, however, on top of the cage, then wobbled there as he tried to right his balance. The second Jason tried to reach out to him, to catch him before he toppled over, or some shit, Tim pulled out a couple of his stupid R shaped throwing stars and started throwing them.

“Shit,” Jason growled, as he dodged, “Kid, knock it off.”

“What do you want?” Robin asked, and with that, apparently reached the end of his spike of adrenaline.

Because the next thing Jason knew, Robin was falling off the cage bars he’d been perched on, and Jason had barely enough time to dive the few feet between them and catch the stupid runt before he landed on the concrete ground, head first.

“Get off me,” Robin demanded, thrashing about in Jason’s hold.

All it made Jason do was squeeze his arms around Tim tighter.

“Stop,” Tim said, his voice getting a little more desperate, “Get off.”

“Ow,” Jason complained, when Tim kicked him in the knee, “Would you knock it off. Am I hurting you?”

Tim stilled, for a second, and seemed to evaluate the situation. Jason was still holding onto him, but he loosed his arms a little.

“No?” Tim asked, like he wasn’t sure if that were the correct answer, or something.

Stupid brat. And they accused Jason of shooting first, asking questions later.

“Then why the fuck are you fighting me?” Jason demanded.

“You’re…” Tim said, then paused as he put a hand up to his head. Shit. Jason needed to get him back to a safe house and checked out.

Letting go of Tim completely, Jason set him down and maneuvered, so he was kneeling in front of the stupid runt. He put a hand on Tim’s head and forced his head back, a little, so Jason could get a good look at it. He could see one of Tim’s eyes, due to his mask having so much damage on it, and it looked like Tim was at least making eye contact.

Or, at least. As much eye contact as he could when Jason was wearing a helmet.

“You’re the Red Hood?” Tim finally answered.

Jason merely huffed. “Yeah. And you’re the boy hostage. Where are you hurt?”

“What?” Tim demanded, “Why do you care?” and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Like I’m gonna let Joker kill you. That’s my job.”

Okay.

Wrong thing to say.

Because Tim’s eye grew wide, and he shuffled backward, out of Jason’s reach, kicking his feet.

Jason tried to grab his feet, to make him stop, but Tim kept kicking, and got Jason right in the ribs.

“Ouch, stop it. I was kidding.” Tim got him on the chin, and Jason snapped, “Just stop. I’m trying to help you.”

“Why,” Tim demanded, as Jason finally caught one of his legs and held it up high enough that Tim lost his balance.

It was kind of amusing, how Tim landed on his back, and just groaned.

“Why’s there gotta be a reason?” he asked, “Maybe I don’t want to see another Robin die!”

“You beat me near to death like two minutes ago,” Tim shouted, pulling at his foot, and not succeeding in freeing himself.

Because Jason was standing, and Tim was short. It would be no trouble at all for Jason to just lift Tim right up off the ground entirely by his leg.

“It’s been four months, stop being dramatic.”

“You expect me to believe you’ve changed enough since then that it matters?” Tim demanded, just as he pulled another throwing star out and threw it at Jason.

Too bad for Tim, Jason saw it coming a mile away. And just caught it.

“Yep!” he cheered, “You done now? You’re, like, super out if it and your fight sucks. If you couldn’t tell.”

Robin mumbled something Jason didn’t catch, so Jason dropped his foot, and tried not to grin too wide when Tim groaned when his body hit the ground.

He didn’t fall too far.

And Jason was sure his head and upper back had been on the ground, already, before he let go.

“Can you walk on your own?” he asked.

Once Tim stopped being all dramatic about everything, he grumbled out a, “No,” so Jason knelt down next to him and offered a hand, to help Tim sit up.

Tim glared at him with so much derision, it risked making Jason laugh.

Instead, all he said was, “Then stop fucking fighting me and let me help.”

“Fine,” Tim snapped, lifting an arm up so Jason could wrap it around Jason’s shoulders, “But if you try anything, I’m calling for Superman.”

“Whatever,” Jason said, as he hefted Tim to his feet, and started making toward the warehouse exit, “Just shut up and let me get you out of here.”

Tim was in pretty rough shape.

Jason already knew that, of course, but it became even more obvious as they made their way back to Jason’s safe house.

Mostly because Jason did all the fucking work.

Tim’s left leg was obviously fucked up. Jason was a little glad he hadn’t held that leg up in the air, because then he’d feel guilty.

And that wasn’t it. He kept clutching at his stomach, and Jason was willing to bet there was at least some pretty bad burns there from all the zapping.

Dragging Tim’s ass up the side of Jason’s building was easy, of course. But annoying. Because Jason had to hold onto Tim tight, because the stupid brat’s grip kept loosening whenever Jason jostled him too much.

“Shit kid,” Jason mumbled, as he pushed Tim through the window to his safe house, “I can’t believe Bruce leaves his fucking kid all alone to protect Gotham when he’s out of town.”

Because, seriously.

This was ridiculous.

Tim was fucked up. And it was all Bruce’s fault.

“M’not his kid,” Tim mumbled, as he stumbled a few feet inside Jason’s safe house, over to the couch. He collapsed down with an oof.

Jason rolled his eyes and closed the window behind him, after he jumped inside. “You are too a kid,” he said, unsnapping his helmet and tossing it down on the ground, “You’re like, thirteen.”

Tim followed Jason with his eyes, even as he sank into the couch a little more, and said, “I’m fifteen. And I said I’m not his kid.”

“Fifteen!” Jason shouted, tossing his gloves on the ground. His safe house was pretty small, so his kitchen was his living room. And he, thankfully, had a pretty good first aid kit sitting in the cabinet under his sink. “That’s how old I was. And obviously I meant his son, you idiot.”

“I’m not his son either,” Tim said.

Jason paused, as he was pulling his kit out, and looked up over the counter at the little brat.

“He didn’t adopt you?”

Hadn’t Talia said….?

How the fuck was he even Robin?

“No,” Tim exclaimed, “I have a dad.”

Is that why Bruce was more lenient on Tim? Because he wasn’t his son?

Bruce never let Jason out of his fucking sight as Robin.

He’d thought that was because he didn’t trust Jason, and clearly he trusted Tim.

But was it maybe because he’d adopted….

Nope. Not thinking about this.

“And he lets you run around with the bats?” Jason asked, finally crossing back over to Tim and slamming the first aid kit down on the coffee table.

Tim jumped, but then scowled at Jason and said, “It’s not like he can stop me.”

“Seriously, kid?”

“Look. It’s none of your business. Are you gonna let me go?”

In that state? Not bloody likely.

But instead of say that, and get Robin all fighty again, Jason said, “I’m not keeping you prisoner, but let me look at your injuries.”

Tim rolled his eyes, but sank back down into the couch and mumbled, “I’m fine.”

“Uh huh,” Jason said, pointing toward the stomach Tim was still clutching, “lemme see.”

It took a second of Tim glaring, but he finally relented and lifted his shirt, and Jason could only wince in sympathy.

“Damn, Timbo,” he said, looking at the criss crossing scorch marks littering his abdomen, “Those look fun. I’ve got some burn cream that should help.”

Jason worked on Tim’s injuries in silence for a good ten minutes. He had so many burns, Jason kind of wanted to go back and shoot Joker in the ass again, just for inflicting them.

And maybe go find Bruce and shoot him in the ass, for leaving Tim all alone for this to happen in the first place.

“That one needs stitches,” Jason said, after he’d pulled Tim’s sleeves up, inspecting his arms for any more burns to treat. Instead, he found a jagged knife wound, that was still oozing a little. “Did you think you could hide it from me?”

Tim pulled his arm closer to himself, and mumbled, “S’not that bad.”

Jason rolled his eyes, and pulled out his suture kit. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Amazingly, Tim didn’t fight him at all, when he took his arm back and started cleaning the wound enough so he could apply the local anesthetic and start stitching it up.

Instead, all Tim did was stare at him, a little blankly.

It was actually unnerving.

“What?” he snapped.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you,” Jason scoffed, readjusting his hold on Tim’s arm so he could get the last few stitches in straight, “I’m not letting Joker kill another Robin.”

And, sure. Stitching the kid up and treating all his burns was going a little above and beyond.

But Jason would feel a little bad if he, like, bled to death or whatever.

“Yeah,” Tim said, blinking hard as he ran his free hand through his hair, “But like, you coulda just took him out and left. Why’re you— ow.”

“Whoops,” Jason said, bearing his teeth a little as he grinned at the accidental needle prick he gave Tim outside the numbed area, “Are you seriously complaining? Don’t you know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth?”

Tim was rich, wasn’t he? Weren’t they taught that shit, too?

Jason was pretty sure Bruce never let him be ungrateful about gifts. Not that Jason would, of course. But even Bruce Wayne taught his kids to be thankful for what they had…

Then again. Tim apparently wasn’t Bruce’s kid…

“When that gift horse tries to kill us every other week, no,” Tim said.

“Shut up,” Jason scoffed, “I haven’t messed with you idiots in months.”

Which was, absolutely, completely, 89% true.

He hadn’t attempted anything fatal on them in months. Fucked with their cases for the laughs? Maybe.

Mostly just Bruce’s. When it didn’t get anyone hurt, of course.

Just because it was fun to fuck with Bruce.

Because fuck Bruce.

“Yeah, but— ow.”

Jason might have stabbed him again.

“All done,” he said, before Tim could get out whatever it was he was going to protest, “Congratulations, you’ll survive. You can sleep here. I’m burning the safe house tomorrow, though.”

He’d shot the TV. So it was pretty useless now, anyway.

“Next time you get captured by the Joker, I’m shooting you in the ass, got it?”

“Yeah,” Tim said, rolling his eyes as he settled back on the couch a little more comfortably, “Whatever.”

Jason watched as Tim pulled his legs up and clearly just… collapsed there. To sleep. And rolled his eyes even harder.

Like that would be comfortable.

On his way to the window, after he’d put his helmet back on, Jason grabbed the blanket and pillow from under the coffee table and threw it right at Tim’s head.

Tim scowled, but did readjust himself so he looked at least slightly more comfortable.

Satisfied, Jason nodded and said, “Kay. Tell Bats I said fuck him. Later, squirt.”

“Thanks, Jason,” Tim mumbled, just as Jason was slipping out of the window.

Heh. The runt wasn’t so bad, after all.

Maybe.

But Jason was not going to make a habit of this. No way.

If he did, he’d have to go shoot Batman in the ass, for letting his stupid little Robin get hurt.

That would be fun, actually.

[afrenchfrypassingby]

Summary: With the Lady Bone Demon defeated, Macaque slips away from the group of heroes while they celebrate and recuperate. Once alone back at his dojo, he finds himself reminiscing about the past without meaning to.

Relationship: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque & Sun Wukong | Monkey King

Characters: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared MacaqueSun Wukong | Monkey King

Additional Tags: other characters are eitheir mentionned or just barely there, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, is it canon that macaque died??, idk but don't worry he's fine, featuring my own interpretation of The Fight (tm), as well as trying to figure out what's up with mac, no beta none of my friends speak english, action scenes are hard i'm never doing that again

“See you around, MK.”

The familiar cooling touch of his shadows enveloped him completely, offering Macaque a moment of respite from the pain of his injuries, before slowly fading away, revealing the inside of his dojo. 

Well, “his” is not really the right word. It had been abandoned for a long time before he decided to live here while plotting against Wukong and his successor. He had simply renovated and cleaned it a bit, and now he could almost call it home.

As soon as the last of his shadows completely disappeared, the black-furred monkey’s legs gave out and he collapsed face first on the floor .

Okay, bad idea, he thought with a wince. He should have tried getting to his bed first before giving in to his fatigue. Woops.

His little lapse of judgment did nothing to soothe his numerous injuries. All the falling, the fighting, that one time he got electrocuted, the burns from where the ice had encased half of his body, then those of the Samadhi Fire when it fred him from her control, being flung around like a ragdoll by a possessed Sun Wukong and finally giving a bit of his own lifeforce to assist in defeating the Lady Bone Demon… It was a rough couple of days and Macaque was glad it was finally over.

A small voice in the back of his mind helpfully reminded him that he should try to patch some of his injuries to help accelerate his recovery, but the monkey couldn’t find it in himself to move an inch.

It wasn’t like it actually mattered, whether he tended to his injuries or not. This wouldn’t kill him.

He’d been worried, while he was tasked with distracting the Monkey King, that it would be a repeat of the last time the King went all out on him. And for a moment it almost was.

However, even though he was getting his ass kicked, the injuries were a lot less severe than he had expected them to be. And when he found himself at the mercy of the possessed monkey, when he thought he would end his life on the spot, he… didn’t.

Probably figured it would be a waste of time and energy. That bastard. He would never grant him a swift death, would he?

He started laughing bitterly, before his aching body put an end to the action in the form of a coughing fit.

He could pretend he was fine all he wanted in front of the others, but now in the privacy of his own dojo his body quickly let Macaque know that he was in no condition to do anything right now.

He tried to see if he could manipulate his shadows enough to create a clone which could hopefully draw him a bath or something only to find that his powers were completely unresponsive. 

Huh, weird.

Honestly, it was a miracle he even managed to open a portal at all.

An unknown amount of time passed, and the ache in his body was reduced to a duller throb. More manageable. The shadow monkey slowly got up to his feet and made his way to his room on unsteady legs.

He dropped unceremoniously onto his bed. It still wasn’t the best thing to do with his injuries, but this time at least it was on a much softer surface.

A soft glow emanated from the nearby window and Macaque turned his head to see the full moon in all its glory. A sight that would have been comforting some centuries ago, now just a painful reminder.

That night, the moon had looked just like it did now.

°ooOoo°

A full moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the clear skies alongside its many stars. Beneath the lit sky, the imposing trees of the forest gave way to a peaceful clearing. A soft breeze blew, gently shaking the blades of grass and small wildflowers. 

The tranquility of the night was abruptly interrupted by a great noise, followed by a crash.

From the newly formed crater, a black-furred monkey slowly emerged, injuries taking a toll on his body but still prepared to fight, dust and dirt settling around him.

Another figure, another monkey, landed a few feet away. His cape billowing in the wind, golden circlet shining in the glow of the night.

The monkey gave his staff a twirl before taking on a warning stance.

“Stay down, Macaque.”

“N-never…” Macaque hissed through gritted teeth.

“I don’t want to fight you, Macaque. Stay. Down.”

“Listen to me then!”

“What is there to listen to? You threatened my master and brothers. You interrupted our journey and-”

“Forget about your stupid journey and your stupid texts! Let’s just go home, Peaches-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? I’m your friend, they aren’t!”

“Yes, they are!” Wukong responded indignantly.

“No, they’re not! Your ‘friend’ put a torture device on your head! You’re not a disciple, you’re a slave!”

“Shut up!” In an attempt to control his anger, the Stone Monkey slammed his staff into the ground, momentarily silencing his shadow counterpart.

“Tch,” the Shadow Monkey eventually replied. “I guess I’m going to have to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours.” The injured monkey resumed a fighting stance once more, as he manifested a staff from his shadows.

“Oh yeah?” Sun Wukong let out a humorless laugh. “You really think you’re in any position to do that?” The Monkey King took a step forward. “Don’t be stupid Macaque,” he added in a more somber tone.

“We wouldn’t have to fight if you just went home with me!”

“I am not abandoning my companions!”

“And what about-” He stopped, his original sentence dying on his tongue. “What about Flower Fruit Mountain? What about your subjects? So what, you can’t abandon your so-called brothers but you can abandon them? You’ve been gone for centuries Wukong, don’t you think they miss you? Their king, their protector?”

“I’m not abandoning them! I’ll return home as soon as I’m done with the pilgrimage.” Wukong pointed his staff towards Macaque in an accusatory manner. “If you’re so worried about their safety, you can return and protect them yourself.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing all this time?”

The Monkey King faltered, softening his grip on his staff without fully realizing it.

“Thank you,” he said softly, visibly relieved, as if feeling a weight he hadn’t realized he was carrying being lifted off his shoulders at the news that his people hadn’t been completely defenseless in his absence.

“You can thank me by going home with me!” The shadow monkey replied, half-hopeful, half-exasperated.

“Would you stop with that?” The King yelled. “I’ll go home when I’m done with my mission and that’s final!”

Macaque sneered at the ground in front of him, his free hand balled into a fist.

Why?

Why was this mission so important? Did Wukong really think it mattered what he did from now on? That he could be in the Celestial Realm’s good grace by playing delivery boy with some human monk and a rag-tag team of demons? Did he think if he redeemed himself with this one task, the Gods would forget that he single-handedly caused so much chaos the Buddha himself had to intervene? That he could be one of them ?

Because, that was the thing, wasn’t it?

Wukong had always been a curious soul, easily entertained  by every new, shiny thing for a moment before moving on to the next new, shiny thing.

Sun Wukong, the Stone Monkey, the Handsome Monkey King, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, was no longer satisfied being a demon.

He wanted to be a Celestial. A God.

He really was going to leave him behind, wasn’t he…?

Macaque’s expression changed from anger to a guarded mask of neutrality.

Wordlessly, the Warrior charged at the King, who easily blocked each of his attacks.

Soon, the once peaceful clearing was filled with the sounds of metal against shadow magic and grunts from both monkeys, seemingly equally matched. Neither spoke, the tension much too suffocating for the usual friendly banter that accompanied their sparring sessions.

This was no friendly match, after all.

To Macaque, this was a last ditch effort to communicate with his friend in the one language he knew Wukong understood perfectly: fighting.

He needed to prove his strength, his worth to the stone monkey right now. He needed to prove he was strong, that he was worthy of standing by his side.

He dove into his shadows, re-emerging behind Wukong a moment later with a raised fist aimed at his face. The hit was easily blocked, and the counter-attack slow enough that Macaque dove back into the shadows to try again, hoping to catch the King off-guard.

Look at me. Look at what I can do.

Taking a step back from the King, Macaque laid the palms of his hands flat on the ground as he called for his shadows to manifest into clones of himself. The shadow army launched a collective assault on the stone monkey. A quick twirl of the mighty Rúyì Jīngū Bàng was enough to disintegrate them.

Together, we could be unstoppable. You don’t need them.

Macaque could feel himself getting desperate. 

As he grew more and more tired, he fought less like the calculating and cunning demon he was and more like a wounded beast driven by adrenaline and survival instincts alone.

And Wukong was still not fighting back.

Not properly, at least.

The golden monkey’s counter-attacks were slow, so agonizingly slow compared to what he could really do, half-hearted attempts to hit  a creature not worth using his mighty strength against.

No… No! Fight me! Fight me for real!

The King’s eyes locked with his own for a moment, and all Macaque could see was pity.

No! I’m strong! I’m not pitiful! Don’t you dare look at me like that!

Don’t leave me behind!

Panic engulfed the shadow monkey. His breathing became laborious, both from effort and his rising fear. His punches grew sloppier, his control on his shadow magic wavered. A singular thought rang in his head, echoing against the corners of his mind. Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me!

A chorus of hurried voices could be heard calling for the Monkey King.

“Monkey!”

“Brother!”

Instantly, Sun Wukong pivoted to look behind him, looking for the voices of his distressed companions.

And just like that, his friend’s attention had shifted away from him. Like he was non-existent.

No!

The group of pilgrims made their way to the edge of the clearing, but before they could get any closer, the Monkey King stopped them.

“Don’t!” he yelled, hand outstretched to create even more distance between them and the fight. 

How dare they get involved!

Desperate to get the golden monkey’s attention back to the fight, Macaque picked a nearby pebble and flung it towards the pilgrims.

The stone pierced the air like an arrow and flew past Wukong’s head. Confused, he quickly whipped his head to face Macaque, before a scream alerted the King of what had just happened and turned his attention back to the group, horrified.

The stone Macaque had hurled with all his remaining strength hit the human monk right in his forehead and he fell off his mount, under the distraught cries of the other demons and horse.

While the pig demon and the water demon tripped over themselves to see if they had any supplies to treat the worrying injury - Macaque honestly couldn’t tell if he had killed him or not - the golden monkey remained perfectly still.

Which was never a good sign.

The shadow monkey didn’t have any more time to think about that, because suddenly the Monkey King was in front of him, a look of pure fury etched into his face.

Macaque felt the impact of the punch before he even saw the other monkey’s fist move towards his face.

He was sent flying back into the forest, hitting and breaking numerous trees in the process, but before he even hit the ground, the Monkey King was in front of him again, hand tightly gripping his throat, cutting his airflow.

All Macaque could do was uselessly claw at the hand, the Monkey King completely unfazed by the pathetic attempt, hot fury replaced by cold indifference.

He raised the black-furred monkey higher, before repeatedly slamming him against the ground, dirt and debris either flying off or digging into his back. 

Macaque couldn’t breathe. Could barely even think, the rigging in his ears too loud and distracting. Eyes scrunched up in pain.

The hand finally let go of his throat, and the shadow monkey coughed, desperately trying to get air back into his system again.

Tentatively, Macaque slowly opened one eye.

Before he fully registered the sight in front of him, the mighty Rúyì Jīngū Bàng was brought down hard on his stomach.

Any remaining air in his lungs was forced out of him, and the pain paralysed him completely. Macaque thought something was broken, but was unable to precisely pinpoint what.

The Monkey King raised a clawed hand, and it was at the moment that a peculiar thought crossed his tired mind.

He was going to die here, wasn’t he?

Not only had the King been planning to abandon him during his quest for power, but now he was going to be killed like some kind of parasite at the hands of his dearest friend.

The shadow monkey felt the sensation of claws tearing flesh apart even before he registered the pain and realized that the golden monkey had clawed his eye out.

He probably would have screamed if he had any air in his lungs.

Instead, the shadow monkey remained still, trying and failing to breathe.

He could feel blood from his ruined eye running down his cheek, mixed with tears he could not stop.

He could feel it in his mouth, smell it in the air.

He could feel the sting of small cuts, the pain in his back, broken ribs and possibly even bones, the chill of the night unable to soothe his pain.

Everything hurt and if only he could move he would have curled up into a ball. The slightest of movements felt like pure agony.

Wordlessly, the golden monkey turned his back on him. He started to walk away from the scene, before stopping. He glanced over his shoulder at the furry mass writhing in the dirt.

“Don’t come near any of us ever again.”

For a moment, Macaque thought he saw a hint of sadness on the King’s face before it quickly disappeared. A clear sign the pain and blood loss were causing him to hallucinate.

The Monkey King was soon out of Macaque’s fading sight, most likely back with his precious companions.

Without finishing him off.

Did Wukong think he was being a good boy by not killing him, as his master preached? Did the golden monkey genuinely think he had spared his life? Did he genuinely think he would survive his injuries?

…Did he know this was a fate much more humiliating and cruel than simply killing him…?

Unable to breathe, unable to channel his magic, unable to move. He could feel his consciousness slipping away. With nothing else to do, he watched the full moon. The soft silver glow taunting him, for unlike it, he would never again feel the warmth of his sun. 

°ooOoo°

In hindsight, he might have overreacted that day.

Maybe.

He should have known that trying to drag Wukong back to Flower Fruit Mountain would never have worked. He had waited for centuries by that point - not knowing where he was, what had happened, if he would ever come back, only to one day learn about his imprisonnement, trying in vain to locate that stupid mountain, where was the stupid thing?! -, what were a couple of more years to him?

Heck, he could have even accompanied them. Probably would have made the whole thing faster too.

He had just been so wounded when Wukong hadn’t been as ecstatic to see him as Macaque had been.

… No, that was a lie.

He still remembered the way Wukong’s face had lit up when he saw him again after all this time, the same way it did when looking at the fireworks the humans liked to use during their celebrations. The way he had thrown his arms around him in a familiar bone-crushing hug. The happy purrs and chirps.

And then Macaque ruined everything…

To Macaque, the pilgrimage had seemed like an extension of the five hundred year long punishment against the King of Flower Fruit Mountain.

To Wukong, it was a second chance. A chance to be more than the impulsive and chaotic monkey he used to be. A chance to be not just feared, but respected (and respectable!). A chance to see there was more to life than just his own little world and his own interests, to finally see the bigger picture.

It was a chance at redemption.

Macaque hadn't understood at the time.

He too had lived in his own little world, guided only by survival instincts and desire. His world orbited around his sun, and any sort of disturbance of its fragile stability was met with fierce opposition.

It was why he had never cared about Flower Fruit Mountain beyond 'Wukong would be sad if something bad happened', why he couldn't live there without him. 

Only three things had ever mattered to him: survival, freedom and Wukong.

Wukong used to have a similar view. But then it had expanded.

The truth was Wukong had never not cared about him, but he simply had more on his plate at any given time.

And Macaque had failed to notice or care.

But now that he was given a second chance at life, free from the Lady Bone Demon’s icy grasp, maybe he could try again.

He thought back to MK’s little speech, how someone had believed in him to do better, to be better, despite how much Macaque had wronged the kid in the past.

He thought back to this little girl, the one the Lady Bone Demon had used as a vessel and a shield, and how he had rushed to cushion her fall without hesitation because he knew what it was like to be tormented by her and not even he wished for the kid to be in any more pain than she already was.

Maybe, he thought as he walked down the streets near his dojo, there was still hope for him.

As he continued his walk, he took in the world around him.

Birds chirping; dogs barking; humans living their typical, noisy lives; the sun warming his fur; the wind gently messing with it.

It felt… nice, all things considered to know he had helped preserve all this, however small his contribution might have been.

It wasn't as if he had ever wanted to destroy the world after all, he had standards. But he never expected that he would ever put his life on the line for it.

He noticed a lone bag of takeout food on the ground. There was no one else around to claim ownership of the thing. He picked it up, and unfolded the piece of paper taped to it.

He was greeted by a simple drawing, in an artstyle he had seen once before. 

He was surprised to see a cartoonish version of himself, smiling a goofy smile - he would never smile like that, c’mon MK - alongside the equally goofy expressions of the kid and his dragon friend, and a blasé Sun Wukong. A smiley face had been drawn next to the sloppiest handwriting his remaining eye had ever seen (he legitimately couldn’t read it).

The small unexpected gesture managed to get a genuine smile out of Macaque.

He looked up at the sun, feeling happier than he had in a while.

Maybe he could give this whole redemption shtick a try.

[wienerbarnes]

When It’s Over

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,762

Warnings: canon level violence

A/N: back w cheek to cheek😌 there's some heavy inso from the fight scene from fatws w walker so peep that👀 as well as some linked references to past pieces!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

The near-silent sound of the door clicking shut wakes you up. While you know if there was some kind of actual threat there’d be alarms and lights going off because of F.R.I.D.A.Y. 's security measures, your body still tenses at the unnatural sound.

Why is someone in your room in the middle of the night? Unless -

A sweaty and musky smell floods your nostrils as the intruder hunches over your body, burying their face into your neck and breathing in deeply before pressing a soft kiss. Bucky’s home.

You turn over and place your hands on either side of his face to kiss him properly but you pause when his face feels unnaturally wet.

“Is that sweat? Why are you all wet?” You whisper into the darkness, reaching over to turn on the lamp on your bedside table.

You gasp when the light reveals Bucky’s face, neck, and hair drenched in blood. You eyes roam the rest of his body to see his tactical gear in the same condition.

“Jesus, Bucky, who were you fighting?”

He smirks, fatigue clouding his features, “You should see the other guys.” Your eyebrows scrunch at the sound of more than one person as he reaches into one of his pant pockets, pulling out a wrinkled piece of paper.

He hands it to you and turns away to begin stripping off his dirty clothes. You unfold it carefully so as to not rip it or mangle it up further to reveal your list, with all of the names crossed off harshly and a new one added at the bottom, a name not in your handwriting nor in your memory.

“Is this what you were doing? Who is the last name? I didn’t write that.” While you're upset he lied to you, you feel an indescribable sense of relief wash over you, a feeling you don’t think you’ve ever felt before. No more HYDRA after you. No more handlers. No more guards after your blood, your powers.

“The soldier who shot you. With the metal arms. I destroyed everything that even looked a little bit like a serum in every building I went to, so I think he’s the last super soldier. Or at least for now. I hope.” He tells you, finally down to his underwear. He’s still breathing kind of heavily, probably from pure exhaustion. He’s only been gone for six days and he took out all the names on your list. Did he even sleep?

You’re still holding the list in your hands when he emerges from the bathroom, freshly showered. He uses his towel to scrunch out as much water from his hair as he can and tosses it in the pile of dirty clothes. He pulls on a pair of underwear and doesn’t even bother putting on actual pajamas, approaching the bed.

“I promise we’ll talk about everything tomorrow. He’s supposed to be in Minsk. I’m so fucking tired…” He sighs, trailing off, taking the list from your hands and placing it on the nightstand, turning off the lamp.

“Where is that?”

“Belarus. Above Ukraine.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up. And for not telling you, I didn’t want to -”

“Shh, don’t apologize. We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m just glad you’re home.”

The thought of technically being free hasn’t hit you, it hasn’t even begun being processed by your brain yet. It probably won’t for a while, a few days, maybe weeks. No more HYDRA.

Bucky slumps into the mattress next to you, not even getting under the covers, too tired to adjust his position. You get out from under the covers as well, pushing yourself up against his back, spooning him like a backpack, trying to pull him as close to you as possible.

In less than a week, he got rid of everything and everyone you’ve been afraid of for years. People you had nightmares about, that hounded your every thought every single hour of every single day. He got rid of them for you.

He grabs your hand that rests on his chest and brings it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on it.

No more fear.

...

Bucky sleeps for fourteen hours, into the following evening. He wakes up to the smell of toasted bread, the crust around his eyes pinching at his skin until he brings up his right hand to rub it away. He sees your back at the counter and after another deep inhale, smells acidic tomato and smoky bacon.

Sandwiches for lunch. He glances at the clock to see the time as 5:18. Sandwiches for dinner.

He lets out a long yawn as he sits up, left arm reaching up to scratch at his head, hair feeling knotted due to the fact that he fell asleep with it wet. I need another haircut soon.

He gets up and walks around the kitchen island to greet you, despite missing most of the day. You turn to face him as you hear his footsteps approach and reach up to plant a long kiss on his mouth.

“I have mornin’ breath,” Bucky mumbles against your lips, hands resting gently on the tops of your shoulders as he feels your hand wrap around his naked waist.

“I don’t care. I love you.” You kiss him again and again, harder and harder each time.

“Babe,”

“You freed me.” More kisses.

“Huh,” He giggles against your lips, finding your affection amusing, but unknowingly needed.

“I love you. Thank you. You freed me, you saved me.” You repeat, kisses smacking in between your words.

He thinks back to the mangled list he tossed in your direction last night, how he came home covered in blood in an exhausted haze. You freed me, you tell him. From HYDRA, he understands.

“You don’t thank me for nothing,” He pulls away, hands cupping your face in order to temporarily stop your kisses, “I love you. I’ll do anything for you. It’s the bare minimum.” He tells you.

All you do is stare up at his blue eyes. As though he’s Atlas, holding up the world underneath your feet. The bare minimum. How he’s ruined you for any man or person at all with the way he treats you, the way he loves you. You don’t look away from him with your loving stare as he steals a piece of bacon off the pan on the stove before turning and going into the bathroom.

...

You, Bucky, Sam, and Joaquin occupy the small jet on the way to Belarus.

“Who are we fighting again?” Sam asks, half-serious, as he adjusts the shield on his back.

“His name is Jean-Baptiste Allaire. But I don’t think he knows that.”

“...Am I supposed to know who that is?”

“A bad guy.” Bucky answers this time.

I suppose that is all he really needs to know.

Soon enough the plane lands and the three of you go off, leaving Torres in the jet to monitor and wait in case there’s a need for backup, eventually ending up in a dilapidated building. You assume it’s a facility used to house the soldier, if Bucky was able to trace him back to here. They probably keep him away from the major facilities with most of the guards to limit the risk of him dying during raids or other compromises, you think.

“Be careful around this guy.” Bucky warns Sam as you get closer, approaching the building, slowly walking down a long hallway in order to find anything that would signify him being here.

Bucky slows down, causing everyone else to slow down as they approach the end of the hallway, allowing the only option to turn to the left, revealing a large cell, the soldier sitting in the corner.

A flash of confusion flashes across his face before it disappears, an emotionless expression replacing it as he stands, the whirring of his metal arms being the only sound as he approaches the three of you, ready to fight.

The three of you back up down the hallway to allow more space, but it doesn’t last long as he begins to attack, launching himself at Sam to start mindlessly fighting.

The soldier and Sam throw punches at each other and you run over to help, but as you come up to them, he whips around, grabbing you by the collar of your tactical vest, and throws you across the room with one swing.

“Woah!” Your body smashes into a wall, a loud creaking sound coming from the metal of his arms as your body makes impact and slams to the ground.

“Shit!” You groan, getting ignored as the three men fight each other. He’s strong as fuck.

Your vision stops spinning and you stand, a shield whizzing past your head, nearly decapitating you, and lodging itself into the wall behind you.

Bucky’s already got blood all over his face from fighting him, and you take a wild guess that the soldier has some sort of serum that’s the same or stronger than Bucky’s in his body.

He grabs Bucky and flings him to the side, his body crashing into the cell he was originally in. A metal pole with wires wrapped around it stands in the middle of the small cell, which Bucky’s body slams into, electrocuting him and knocking him unconscious.

You remember Bucky explaining to you one time that he was always going to be a lot more sensitive to electrocution and shock therapy after what HYDRA would do to him, regardless of how super he is.

You look to Sam to see the soldier straddled on top of him, throwing punch after punch into his face, then moving to tear off one of Sam’s wings with his bare hands, sparks flying around them.

Suddenly something flows through you. Not something; anger. Pure rage. You realize that this guy is out to kill and it’s like a switch has been flipped. You're reaching over towards the wall and ripping out the shield, throwing it as hard as you can and hitting the soldier in the side of the face.

You march over while he’s distracted and disoriented by the blood pouring out of his head and kick the side of his face, knocking him over and off of Sam. You use the same leg to kick at the shield that’s now on the ground, flipping it up into your hands, and slam the flattest part down onto his head, using it to block the punch he throws.

You toss it to the side and straddle him yourself when you get a split second of a chance, him hitting you with a gnarly punch - a Bucky-level, super-soldier punch - but you hit him back, ignoring the fiery hot pain that explodes in your face. Though not as strong, you feel your fists break his nose and crack his cheek bone, his blood making your hands stickier and stickier as you punch and punch and punch.

“Don’t! Touch! My! Friends!” You yell in between punches, using both your hands to slam down at the same time, blood dripping from your own face from his singular punch.

You slam both hands onto either side of his face, and in a second, you realize you’ve tapped into his brain. His arms drop to the ground beside his body and you’re in complete control.

Never have you ever tapped into someone’s mind so quickly. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the fiery anger of seeing your friends getting hurt that made it so easy.

You smile wickedly, laughing in his face, “Now, you’re mine.” You pant through your teeth.

“51, don’t.” Bucky groans. You glance up to see him on his hands and knees now, still feeling the after effects of the electricity, small sparks jumping from creases in his arm. You look over to the side to see Sam also leaned over on the ground, looking at you. Waiting.

They’re not scared of you, but they’re… wary. Everytime you’ve controlled someone’s mind, they’ve died. The man from prison. The scientist from the HYDRA video. Dead in a second because of your powers.

Bucky looks at you and he sees the same girl from that video years ago, one of few survivors of a HYDRA facility, smiling with blood caked in between the cracks of your teeth, pure powerful energy running through your veins.

The soldier lays underneath you, unmoving. You look down at him again and his eyes are pooling with fear. An understandable feeling for someone who’s aware of what’s happening, who’s present in the moment, but has zero control of their body. A feeling he probably knows very well being under the control of HYDRA.

He probably came into the picture after Bucky’s escape and the initial fall of HYDRA, a sad soul that was captured and forced to comply. A job that used to be yours. Tortured, arms torn away, and mind blended until he didn’t know anything other than to fight.

“I wasn’t gonna do nothing,” You reassure, “Maybe just… have him jog around the block in his underwear a few times. For fucking up my shoulder and all.”

You release his face from in between your palms, forcing his head to slam back onto the concrete floor.

“Don’t. Move.” You point at him with a bloody finger.

You take one final look at him before standing up off of him and turning to walk back in the direction of the jet.

“I’m not waiting around for the feds,” You mumble, exhausted. Your face is pounding less and less and just going numb altogether, which you don’t think is a good sign.

“Go after her,” Sam tells Bucky, “I’ll call Torres to come over and help me. And reach out to Shuri, see if there’s anything she can do to help him.” The soldier remains unmoving on the ground, eyes shooting around the room wildly, but body stiff as a board.

Bucky gets himself up, grabbing the vibranium shield and handing it back to Sam, who’s still groaning on the ground. It’s not easy fighting super soldiers, Bucky imagines. It’s not like Sam has mind powers.

He walks out of the building to try and catch up with you.

“Hey,” He says, gently reaching for your arm to pull you back towards him.

The blood from your shattered nose has now pooled down your chin and neck, soaking your tac gear. Bucky tilts your face up with barely any pressure. A thumb brushes across your face and you wince, but try not to move so he can assess you.

“I think your cheekbone is broken.”

“My fingers,” You all but whimper, bringing them up from your sides.

“Also broken. At least six of ‘em,” He presses and pulls along each of them, ignoring your wincing and pulls on your right middle finger, a pop sounding and a loud groan coming from your mouth, teeth clenching so hard you think you’ll crack them, “Five. That one was just dislocated.”

“You guys will help him, right?” You confirm, Bucky still gently roaming his hands along your body to check for major injuries.

“He didn’t do anything,” You whimper, and Bucky looks up to see tears in your eyes.

“Babe -”

“He’s not evil, he didn’t mean to do anything,” You cry, and begin to sob, your emotions overwhelming you.

“He didn’t, baby, we’ll help him as much as we can. Right now, we need to get you to the jet so we can go home and get you to the MedBay, can we do that? Can you walk, want me to carry you?” He coos, hating the sight of his girlfriend in both physical and emotional pain.

You sniffle and close your eyes, ducking your head, and Bucky takes your silence as a plea to be carried, gently scoping you up bridal style and carefully walking back in the direction of the jet. He hears a few more sniffles as you curl into his body, nuzzling into his jaw, as you close your eyes and try to ignore the pain in your face as much as you can.

“Can we go out tonight? To that little Italian place we went to that one time?”

“If you’re not too tired or in too much pain, sure, baby.”

“And a movie?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I’ll wine and dine you real good.”

“Red wine or white?”

“We can have that pink raspberry one you like. The one that tastes nothing like wine.”

“Ugh, don’t make me smile, it hurts.”

“Sorry. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[jordanstrophe]

Be a Good Guest, collab part 4

Part 3

Pheonix’s masterlist - Gabriel’s masterlist

Gabriel is collabing with the lovely @whumpasaurus101 and his character, Pheonix! (We can really crank these chapters out with two of us, lol.)

CW: Electrocution, held captive, escape attempt, returned to whumper, slapped, belting referenced, restraining, multiple whumpees, *inhales* parental, possessive, overprotective and intermate whumpers, and whumper turned caretaker... Kind of sort of

Gabriel awoke, he was laying on his stomach in an attempt to spare his back any more pain than he was already in. He couldn’t even have the blankets touching it, so he just had the white sheets tucked around his waist. He was swollen and bruised as every muscle caused aching pain through his body. He grasped the sheets tightly in his fists and he rasped out a groan, gritting his teeth as he forced himself up. 

He felt a hand caress his head as he cried out in fear, cringing his body as he fell back down on the bed. 

“Hey! Darling, it’s okay little one.” Walter sighed with concern, his hand retreating. Gabriel only let out a broken little whimper into his pillow. “I need to run to the store, stock up on some supplies before we head home. I’ll just be about fifteen minutes, will you be okay?” He whispered.

Gabriel nodded his head into the pillow, refusing to speak a word to him. “Okay...” Walter murmured sadly, before heading out and locking the door, making sure to bring the keycard with him this time. 

-

Pheonix awoke to a swift kick in the stomach. He gasped as the air left his lungs as he doubled over, twisting his body in pain.

“Rise and shine, bella Durmiente!” Mateo smiled, standing over Pheonix’s cringing figure, taking pleasure in his weakness.  

“S-Screw you too..” Pheonix rasped. Mateo let out a chuckle as he grabbed his arm, dragging him to his feet. “Come now, mi amore, you have no one to blame but yourself for this mess.” He struggling to get Pheonix up who couldn’t quite get his feet under him. “We’re heading home today, so try and behave yourself on our last little day.” He smirked.

“W-what? We’re leaving -today? We can’t stay for a little longer?” Pheonix tried to give him the most innocent eyes he could muster. Mateo’s eyes, however, narrowed. “You think you can cause the ruckus you did last night, and you have the audacity to ask for more?” Mateo hissed at him, his hand shooting out to grip his hair, wrenching it to the side to make him cringe lower to the floor so Mateo could tower over him. 

“N-no! I-It’s not like that! I just-” “-Just what?! You wanted to see your little boyfriend again? That’s not going to happen, mi amor, never again.”  He growled.

Pheonix squeezed his eyes shut as he fought back tears which tried to escape. He gulped around the lump in his throat.

Why, why did that upset him so much? He hardly knew Gabriel. He just clicked with him so quickly... He could understand what Gabriel goes through every day, and Gabriel understands him. It was the first time in so long he had someone who he could relate to...

“But... Gabri-” He was slapped hard across the face as he staggered back, covering his face with the palm of his hand. He looked at his hand with a speck of blood on his fingertips from his bleeding lip. Mateo grabbed onto his shirt with both hands and slammed him against the wall, forcing him onto his toes just to keep his footing.

“I hate, hate how much you’ve become infatuated with that boy. Don’t you dare let his name leave your lips ever again, or I might just take away your privilege in speaking at all!” Mateo shouted, pressing his body against his to keep him pinned against the wall. “You’re going to forget about him, you hear? This is the end of this discussion.” He spat. Pheonix tilted his head to the side squeezing his eyes shut, flinching into a nod as his shirt was released as he slunk to the floor with a gasp.

“Noah’s packing you in the car, if I hear a peep from him that you disobeyed him in the slightest, I’m doubling the punishment waiting for you at home. Aurora is going to get some exercise tonight.” He sneered, leaving Pheonix crumpled on the ground shivering and trembling.  

Phoenix held himself as he took deep shaky breaths. He had to calm down, he just needed to breathe… Noah came in shortly to take him to the car, his face was full of nothing but smug and coldness. “Get up off the floor, hurry, It’s time to go.” He grumbled. Phoenix scampered to his feet, as Noah backed him into a corner and zip-tied his wrists together over his still damp sweater. He held his posture low as Noah wrapped his hand around his arm and led him out of the hotel from the back. There was a car waiting, mostly packed up with suitcases.

Phoenix’s heart jolted when he felt the zip ties shift around his wrists. He glanced down to see they weren't quite tight enough, as they were sliding down his jacket sleeve. He glanced up at Noah, who was barking at someone aggressively to hurry up with the bags. “Pheonix wrestled his jacket until he slid it out from underneath the ties, it was loose enough he could slide a hand out. 

Phoenix needed to think of a distraction, something that would give him some time to run. But what? Then it hit him, he remembered eavesdropping on one of Noah and Martín’s conversations. They talked about Beyoncé for hours, which was really weird, but it came in handy! 

“Hey! Look! Is that Beyoncé over there?” Phoenix called. “Wait, what, where?!” Noah asked, squinting over with a puzzled look as Pheonix put his ruse into motion. He slid his wrists out and slammed his full weight into Noah from behind, who flew off his feet and hit the sidewalk hard. 

“You littl-” He shouted, struggling to climb back to his feet, but Pheonix had already bolted as fast as he could. He had no idea where he was, or where he was going, he didn’t have a clue what was in the area, but he had to find someone, anyone who would help him. He heard Noah shouting his name not far behind him, which encouraging him to run even faster.

-

Walter sat in his car with an anxious expression. He had gotten everything he needed from the store but got caught in a traffic jam on the way home. Drat! He had told Gabriel he would be home in fifteen minutes! Oh, that poor boy must be so worried sick and scared!

Meanwhile, Gabriel was still peacefully sound asleep.

Walter called Mateo on his phone while slamming his fists on the car horn as if that would speed things up.. 

“Mateo! This is a huge emergency! I’m stuck in traffic and I won’t be back for a while, can you please check on Gabriel?” He pleaded.

“Por amor de dios! Forget that, Phoenix just bolted!” Mateo screamed on the phone. Walter held the phone away from his ear, cringing at his loud ear-piercing voice. “Mateo! Calm down, what do you mean he bolted? He’s gone?” He asked. He looked out the window, glancing around before he froze. 

Oh, speak of the devil. 

“Mateo, I’m going to have to call you back. Please watch Gabriel for me, I got this.” He muttered. He heard Mateo barking something at him in Spanish before Walter hung up the phone. He reared the car off the highway, taking a side road over to a quiet alleyway, hardly anyone walking around, except one soul. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” Walter spoke. Phoenix jumped in his skin, whirling around only to be immediately tackled and pinned to the ground. Well, that’s karma for him. 

“No! Nooo! Not you! Anyone but you, get off of me!” Phoenix cried out, struggling to fight him off from behind as Walter dug his knee into his back. “Quiet down now. Looks like someone has wandered quite far from home.” Walter chuckled, pulling his belt off and tying his wrists together, using the access to bind his upper arms as well. Phoenix wrenched his shoulder out from under him, only to be rewarded with a second knee digging into his shoulder blades sharply as he cried.

“P-please! Please don’t… Don’t take me back, I’m begging you!” Phoenix sobbed, tears flowing as they dripped into the concrete. He cried and cried until Walter was satisfied with his bindings, taking some weight off of him and turning him around to lay on his back. He wrapped his legs around his waist to ensure he was still pinned to the ground, as he grabbed his chin and forced him to make eye contact. 

“As cute as a button you are, I’m afraid I owe it to a friend.” He grinned. “W-Why? Why are you doing this to me? To Gabriel?” He whimpered.  Walter’s face went tense, “You’re just a boy. You wouldn’t understand. Maybe one day you’ll realize just how much we do for you ungrateful kids.” He muttered, digging through his bag. He pulled out a bag with tape, straps and a device, pulling Pheonix’s shirt up and taping small dense squares to his stomach and chest. 

“This is probably something you’re not used to, but you’ll get the hang of it.” Walter shrugged. He let some weight off him as Pheonix immediately started squirming around again, Walter slammed his thumb onto a button as Pheonix gasped as it felt like thousands of needles were stabbing at his chest. He let out a scream as his body unwillingly arched off of the pavement. After a few seconds, he let off leaving Pheonix to catch his breath.  

“Struggle again and I’ll keep shocking you, It’s simple. So behave for me please, I’m late and I really want to get home to Gabriel.” He gave him a small sad smile. 

“OKAY! Okay…” Phoenix cried out. Whatever that thing was, he did not want that to happen again. His body was quivering as Walter helped him to his feet. “Good boy.” He smiled, casually taking his elbow in his and walking him to the car. Walter walked at Pheonix’s pace, pausing when he stopped, helping him along when he struggled, Phoenix was surprised and relieved he was being given patience. His stomach was still twisted with discomfort from the shock, knowing the threat of it was still lingering from the device taped to his chest. The car was parked in a secluded area, so he had no chance to run otherwise.

Walter opened the door for him as he climbed in. His back was uncomfortable against his bound wrists behind his back. He expected to be left to ride like that the whole way home. 

“Lean forward a bit, dear.” Walter smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder to coax him forward. Phoenix instantly obeyed, completely out of fear more than anything. To his surprise, the belt was unbuckled from his wrists. “Can I trust you to be nice?” Walter asked, raising an eyebrow. Pheonix flinched into a nod as Walter gave him a warm smile. His eyes fell to Pheonix’s bandaged arm, blood had soaked up a portion of it as it looked messy and ragged. His eyes looked sad as he stood there for a moment, before grabbing a bag from the back seat. 

“Let me see your arm, son.” He said, his hand extended out. Phoenix gulped as he presented his arm, trying to hide the trembling. Walter wrapped the belt around the upper handle of the car, tightly securing both his wrists in front of him, giving him some slack, but just enough that he couldn’t reach the tape on his chest under his shirt. He pulled out medical supplies and got to work on his arm. The snake-like cut ran deep, as Walter tsked before cleaning up the extra blood. “Rough night?” He asked as Pheonix nodded sadly. He gently finished wrapping the bandage, Phoenix looked up at him with glossy eyes and muttered a “Thank you.” Walter smiled at him before climbing into the driver’s seat. 

He drove back onto the highway, shooting a glance at Pheonix every now and then to ensure he was behaving. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting in his lap with the button, a finger hovering around the trigger. “I just want you to know I don’t take any pleasure in this.” Walter mumbled.  “You said you owed it to a friend… Do you mean Mateo?” Pheonix asked, as he nodded. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t have Gabriel if it weren't for him.” He said. Phoenix perked up and looked at him, “What does that mean? What did he do?” He asked. Walter stayed silent, not taking his eyes off the road. 

Phoenix sighed as he let his back hit the seat. “I’m sorry, about last night. I just… I wanted to talk to him. After the restaurant, I knew we were in similar situations, and I guess it made me realize I was really lonely.” Pheonix admitted. Walter’s eyes shot over, a realization clicking in his head. “You were lonely…” Walter repeated back with a murmur, flowing deep into thought. “I know what it’s like to be lonely.” He sighed. He perked up as he quickly got distracted. “Hang on!” He yelled, rearing off the highway to an ice cream store. “What? Wait, where are we going?” Phoenix cried, gripping the belt for stability. 

“The ice cream store.” He smiled, pulling into a parking space. “Got anything in mind?” Walter asked. Phoenix quickly perked up, “Bubblegum!” He cheered. 

“Bubb-..” Walter muttered, cutting himself off. “You don’t want anything like Rocky Road, or Peanutbutter? Bubblegum seems a bit out of your style.” Walter chuckled.  “No!! I want bubblegum or nothing!” Phoenix hissed. “Okay! Okay, bubblegum, jeez.” He laughed, as he climbed out of the car. Before closing the door, he bent until he was eye level with Pheonix, “Don’t go anywhere.” His eyes burning into his, before turning into a sweet excited smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it!” Phoenix called.  

Walter returned shortly after, struggling to carry not two, but three ice cream cones. He managed to open the car door with his foot, taking Pheonix’s hand and placing a light blue ice cream cone with colorful sprinkles on it. Phoenix’s hands were thankfully tied at just the right height to eat it comfortably. “Thank you,” Phoenix mumbled while simultaneously licking the ice cream. “You’re welcome kiddo.” Walter chuckled, setting the third one aside. Phoenix’s eyes darted down at the third cone next to him. “Did you get yourself two?” He asked.

“What? No, of course not. This is for Gabriel.” Walter said, his tone almost sounded insulted. Oh, of course it was for Gabriel, he should have guessed. 

They made it back to the hotel, Phoenix quickly finished up his cone before the fear struck his stomach when he realized he now had to face Mateo, with not one, but two escape attempts. He began to tremble, gripping the belt around his hands tightly as he looked over at Walter with pleading eyes. “Please wait… You-, you don’t know what he’s like! Please he’s going to hurt me!” Pheonix pleaded, his breathing quickening. “Ssshh, it’s alright little one.” Walter murmured, gently cupping his cheek. “Just be silent and let me handle Mateo, okay?” He didn’t let Pheonix respond as he was already out the car, ready to meet Mateo as he marched out of the hotel. He saw Mateo’s face burning red, yelling and cursing at Walter who tried to calm him down. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but as time went on, Mateo slowly began to calm down, but constantly shooting him death stares. Walter gave Mateo a pat on the shoulder, who had visibly calmed down, the color returning to his face. 

The door burst open as Gabriel shot out of the hotel, he stopped at the entrance as he looked up at Walter with watering eyes, his face flustered pink. He rammed his face into Walter’s chest, who gasped as Gabriel’s arms were wrapped around him, desperately clinging to him while he quietly whimpered into his coat. Walter’s face fell with pure horror and concern at Gabriel’s state, but he had to admit… being hugged by him willingly was unbelievable and heart melting. Gabriel was affectionate and desperate as he clung to him like he finally needed him. Walter wrapped his arms around him, being mindful of the gashes on his back as he pulled him into a loving embrace, planting a kiss in his hair.

“I missed you too, little one.” Walter smiled. He had no idea what had happened while he was alone with Mateo, but he was bound to find out. But for right now, he was going to savor this moment for as long as he could…

(Alrighty! @whumpasaurus101 is up for Gabriel’s side of the coin. BIG thank you to him for helping me with the chapter <3)

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[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

Hello!!! I've been getting back into FE3H recently and the blue lions have been living in my head rent free sdgkfkdk

If you're not too busy may I have some hcs or a scenario (whichever you feel like) of mage!reader asking Felix to teach them swordfighting? Maybe they surprise him by incorporating magic into their sword attacks (like using it as a distraction or empowering their strike with magic?) I feel like Felix would be interested in someone with such a unique combat style lol

Sorry if this is too specific!! Feel free to yeet some of the premise if that makes it easier to write uwu

P.S. - I just love the way you write Felix!! You've really got his character pinned down and everything you write about him is so on point!!!! Keep up the great work owo!!!!

{Not me blushing because a stranger said I nailed down a fictional character’s personality lmao. I love writing for felix...he’s just so...”felix” lol. Not that I have favorites or anything yes, yes I do}

Edit: Okay so, I just finished this and realized you wanted FELIX to be the one teaching the reader and not the other way around. I am so sorry but I hope this suffices? I saw “felix interested in someone with unique combat style” and just went ham with this without double checking 

Request for @cattycattitude

“This is a waste of time. I should have known better than to ask you for help,” 

“Excuse me? Are you seriously blaming me for your incompetence?” 

“I’m only ‘incompetent’ because this technique is stupid and unorthodox” 

“Yeah, well this ‘stupid and unorthodox’ technique is the reason you weren’t shanked in the back last battle, am I right? or am I right?” 

Felix huffed in frustration, reaching behind his head to readjust his hair tie. (Y/N) had a point, he was the one who bugged them to teach him their sword technique. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever come across during his personal training, and after some prying he learned that Professor Byleth hadn’t taught it to them. Not every mage bothered with physical combat like swords, lances, or axes; yet, (Y/N) apparently enrolled with a near veteran level proficiency.  It was only natural he grew curious and wanted to learn. What he didn’t expect was for them to be so willing to teach. 

With a clatter they threw their training sword to the ground and stalked off into the storage room. Their footsteps loud as they briskly walked away from the argument, and for a moment he felt his lips dip to a scowl. Felix didn’t mean to come off as ungrateful, but he didn’t know how to contain his frustration. He meant to say that he was wasting their time, not his own. He was aiming to be a swordsman, what made him think he could learn a mage’s technique? 

“Enough with the wood. We’re going in strong and with a little tough love I’m certain you’ll get it,” His thoughts halted when cold steel was shoved into his hand. He glared at the weapon, clenching the hilt tight enough to turn his knuckles white.  

“Felix, knock it off. I mean it,” (Y/N) said, narrowing their eyes at him from across the room. 

“This isn’t going to work-” 

“I don’t get you. What is up today?” They cut him off, lowering their guard. Their brows crinkled in a way he only saw during strategy meetings, as if they were analyzing him. Almost as if he was fogged up glass.

“Normally you’re so determined. I saw you harass Bernadetta for weeks- weeks! Just to get her to help you. You always want to be the best you can be, and don’t give me that ‘unorthadox’ bullshit because you’re one of the most tenacious fighters here,” they paused, and he heard them gasp like someone drove a shiv into their back. “Is it- is it me? Am I just a bad teacher?” 

Felix didn’t know how to respond. He was a very prideful man who struggled with failure. He did want to be the best, and knew that he would be one day. He also knew he shouldn’t have taken his anger out on them, someone who only wanted to help him achieve his goals. It made him happy to be supported, yet multiple failures in front of someone he respected made him feel weak. 

Felix sighed, taking a calming breath before loosening his grip on the sword. 

“Show me again,” he said. he expected them to take their stance but instead they came towards him. He arched an eyebrow but caught a glimpse of how their nose and ears tinged red. 

“Let’s try something else. I want you to close your eyes” 

“What?” 

“Just do it,” they reached for his sword hand, wrapping their own around it and securing a grip on the blade. He complied, feeling their other hand rest between his shoulder blades. 

“Relax. Follow my instructions,”

“This is stupid,”

“No, it isn’t. Relax your shoulders but keep your grip on the sword firm. Don’t worry about form right now and focus solely on your weapon,” their voice was quiet, yet made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. 

“Do you meditate, Felix?” they asked, adjusting his grip to hold his sword straight. 

“No,” 

“You should. A balanced mind is a balanced body as well,” they shifted him again and he felt the tension in his shoulders release. His breathing began to even out as their calm tone unconsciously relaxed his guard. 

“Good, good. Has Byleth taught you any offense spells? Fire? Miasma? Blizzard?” 

“Thunder. My magic pool wasn’t strong enough to handle anything else at the time,” 

“Cast it,” they let go aside from his hand, and suddenly the air felt more cold. 

“What?” His grip tensed, causing them to rub circles on the back of his palm. The familiar heat returned, but accompanied by a tight feeling in his chest. If he casted that now then they’d get electrocuted. 

“Relax and trust me. Don’t think and just cast the spell,” 

“...fine,” He did think. Felix focused on the gentle hand drawing patterns over the scars on his wrist. He basked the comforting presence of his friend, one who he’d shared many fights as well as laughs with. Someone who believed in him enough to take his harsh words time and time again, yet still chose to deal with him after sorry excuses for apologies. He felt a familiar heat build in his stomach and grimaced as it flowed to his palm. 

He cast the spell, waiting for them to gasp in pain before giving up all together. 

“Now would you look at that! A mighty fine thunder-bade if I do say so myself.”

He opened his eyes and they were right. The steel sword had a thin coat of light emitting from it and practically reeked of conducted energy. It was impressive considering Felix never had a knack for magic, but what really did it over was the haughty grin his ‘teacher’ wore. 

“Told ya you could do it. Was I right, or was I right ?” Their laugh rang against the stone walls, and if it was anyone else he may have shocked them for payback. 

“You were right,” he chuckled, moving into a combat stance. Their grin only grew, and his eyes creased in admiration when they ran to get their own sword. In a split second it sparked to life with fire, much easier than the long process he had to go through. 

They were a good teacher, and a great solider. One someone prideful as himself would eagerly spend the rest of his life with, fighting or otherwise.  

[ice-emperor-zane]

Au where it turns out that Kai and Nya inherited both elemental powers from their parents, they can use eachother’s as well as their own. Please imagine this with me

Kai trying to learn how to use water elemental powers:

issues resurface of his fear of water, ignore my inability to stop thinking about lavashipping (tho yall can interpret it as platonic if u dont vibe with it) but maybe we’d get a moment of him and Cole both being like that, because of Kai’s lack of ability to swim, and Cole, having been a ghost for so long, is now afraid of water seeing as it used to be able to kill him just by touching it. Maybe the first time Kai ever uses the water elemental powers is to protect him, like someone tries to help Cole get over his fear of water, probably Jay. Kai, after seeing him look scared, instinctively used his water powers to get it away from him. Maybe a while after that, Zane would take them to see how long they could hold their breath underwater, like when he did that himself in his pilot season backstory and season 1, and Kai was able to use his water abilities to create an air-bubble to stop him from not being able to breathe, and in doing so, he discovered that being able to control the water made things a lot easier, and as he got better at it, his fear of it lessened.

Nya trying to learn how to use fire elemental powers :

similar struggles to season 5 learning water, or season 11 (part 2) learning ice. Its just so different, and it requires a totally different mindset. By comparison to water and ice, Nya finds fire to be irrational and overall just really difficult. There’d be a fun bonding scene where the smith siblings (including Lloyd, theyre an honourary member of smith siblings) just go do dumb and reckless stuff for fun and to help her get in the right mentality. The first time she uses her fire powers is in a training session, she was having an off day and things weren’t going right, Kai had already used his water abilities once or twice and was trying to redo it to show Zane and Lloyd. She was sparring with Jay and Cole, and they were clearly distracted and looking at what Kai was doing. Her s5 fear of failure kicked in and she accidentally set fire to the monestary (not as bad as that one time it got burned down, about as bad as s1 episode 1 Kai did).

A few other things about the au:

-the two of them totally had a bet about who could become a master of each element first. They still have arguments about who won, because Kai used water powers first, but Nya was able to do it controlled/on command first.

-They got a bit further in learning ice abilities as well, Nya was able to show Kai what she had already learnt, and Kai was suprisingly good at controlling tempurture of water because of so much practice with fire. With help from Zane, they were able to do some stuff with ice, though of course they were never as good at it as he was. It always felt unnatural to them, in the same way it would be to try and write with a non-dominant hand (if you’re not ambidextrous).

-Nya’s flames do that thing that azula from avatar the last airbender’s do where theyre bright blue.

-Kai doesn’t just get over his issues with water and instead usually uses those powers to keep it the heck away from him, and maybe to create a bubble of air to breathe underwater if he ever needs to be near it, because he still isnt very good at swimming and drowning doesn’t sound like fun to him.

-The first time They ever tried to use their new powers as a fighting technique, Kai accidentally combined the two and made steam, which isnt so helpful when you’re sparring Jay, master of lightning, and water conducts lightning, so even if Jay cant see, he can just electrocute the air and it’d hit. Otherwise, it could be useful to stop an opponent from seeing. Nya created a circle of fire arround herself, which, despite being kinda dangerous to her as in she could get burnt by her own flames and shes kinda trapped in it, could definitely be good for stalling or as a defence.

-we’d also get some moments of Zane trying to learn water and Jay trying to learn fire, Lloyd and Cole are just kinda sat there like :/

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

loved your previous fic with dick & gar for the "hand-holding" prompt. if you're still taking prompts, then please do #12 - "pushing a strand of hair behind their ear" with dick and gar

Fandom: DC Titans

Title: Good Men and Women NOT Doing Nothing

Pairings/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Gar Logan, Dick Grayson & Rachel Roth

Summary: There's something different about Gar when he walks into the kitchen one morning and the reason behind it is deeper than Dick initially thought.

Touching | 12. pushing a strand of hair behind their ear, Dick & Gar - for @wanderingroundwonderland

Also tagging my besties @undertheknightwing and @wonderbatwayne 😘😘😘 and now I'm going to sleep 😂

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Dick liked getting up along with the sun, especially on a day like this when warm rays of sunshine filtered through the wide windows, coloring the inside of the Tower with a soft golden glow. It filled his body with much needed energy for the day and brightened his mind like not many other things could.

He was just flipping another pancake over when his attention was distracted by a long, loud yawn.

"Good morning." Rachel mumbled at him as she entered the kitchen, all messy hair and cute pajamas, heading straight for the coffee pot he had prepared for her beforehand.

"Good morning, sunshine!" He replied cheerfully, placing the pancake on the plate beside him. He reached for a can of whipped cream and squeezed a little on top of it, then decorated the meal with fresh strawberries - the way Rachel liked best. "How'd you sleep?" rolled off his tongue with ease as he offered her a portion while she sat down on the stool across from him, holding her favorite mug full of caffeine drink in her hand.

Rachel, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the rest of sleepiness, gave him a lazy smile and pulled the stack of pancakes towards her. "Fine." she shrugged and eagerly got to eating. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the taste, which caused a wave of warmth swarming Dick's chest and made him smile to himself, pleased with both his growing cooking skills and her reaction. "But do you really have to kick us out of bed so early? I need my beauty sleep, Kory says it's very important."

"Of course she does." Dick muttered under his breath, trying not to pay attention to the fact that his heart twitched as if it was electrocuted at the mention of Kory. "Early morning means you have more time during the day."

"So what if we have more time when we can't even move after early training." a new voice joined their conversation, making Dick and Rachel simultaneously turn their heads in the direction it was coming from.

And Dick fell speechless, frozen with a pancake on a spatula in one hand and a plate in the other.

Gar walked in, stretching with his arms raised behind his head, fingers tangled together tightly. It wouldn't be anything unusual, that was a part of his morning routine, but what threw Dick off guard was that Gar looked… different.

"Good morning to you, too." Dick told him with a grin plastered to his face to mask his confusion when the boy dropped down next to Rachel, eyeing her pancakes longingly. The girl snickered and elbowed him in the arm, seemingly not surprised nor bothered by the sudden change.

Gar must have felt Dick's eyes boring into him because he stilled suddenly and turned to the older man.

"What?"

"Nothing, just…" Dick paused for a moment, not exactly sure what to say. "Uh, what's with the new haircut?" he finally blurted after handing the boy his own plate of pancakes.

Gar's eyes grew large like he just turned into a night owl - or more like one eye, the one Dick could see, because the other one was covered by a curtain of his green hair, brushed down on the side of his forehead. He blinked twice and just kept staring back until Rachel shoved her elbow in his side, harder this time.

"Ow! Uh, yeah… that." the boy stuttered, rubbing the hurting spot while shooting Rachel an annoyed glare. "I, uh… I decided to change things up a bit, experiment… yeah…" his words trailed off into an awkward silence and Gar shoved a big piece of pancake into his mouth to avoid talking. As he reached for a strawberry from a bowl on the counter, he didn't meet Dick's eyes.

He's embarrassed, Dick figured as he watched the boy putting all his focus on eating his breakfast to avoid going more into the topic. Rachel kept observing him as well, her stare warm and sympathetic, though Dick couldn't help but notice a hint of worry behind her eyes.

"Looks good to me." Dick commented finally, earnest and true. The change was unexpected, yes, but if Gar felt like wanting to change something about himself then he had every right to do it. And it really didn't look bad. His words got the boy to lift his eyes back up and he sent him a sheepish grin.

"What's up, people?" Jason announced his presence with an unnecessarily loud shout, making Rachel flinch in response.

"Damn it, Jason. It's 7 am, keep it down, would you?" she grumbled at him when he slid into a free seat on her other side.

He threw a glance at her coffee mug, then almost obnoxiously pushed it closer to her with his index finger "Looks like someone is in desperate need of more caffeine."

Dick couldn't resist a chuckle when she rolled her eyes so hard she must have seen the back of her skull.

"Shut up." she huffed as Jason stole a strawberry from her plate and threw it into his mouth, but then his eyes set on Gar.

"Cool haircut, bro." he said, his lips stretching into a smirk. "But that emo punk fringe was cool back in like 2009, y'know?"

Gar sent a death glare his way. "Very funny, Jason."

"Hey, it looks dope!" The other boy raised his hands in defence, but then leaned in closer again, eyes squinting mischievously. "It makes you look… mysterious. Like you got something to… hide."

This time it was Jason's side that became a target of Rachel's elbow and that plus the way he said it made Dick do a double take. There was an undertone to Jason's voice, an insinuation of a deeper meaning. Gar froze for a moment, unsure how to react. Eventually he opted to end the conversation by throwing Jason an awkward smile and got up from his seat, taking the empty plate with him and rounded the kitchen island to put it in the sink.

"You know, Dick," he started, inching closer to his side. "I checked out online this fighting style you mentioned during our last training, the uh… Okichitaw, yeah. And I'd really like to learn it. Some basics at least."

Dick put the last portion of pancakes - his own - on the plate and turned to the boy with a smile, feeling excitement rising slowly in his chest. He knew what Gar was really trying to do right now - change the course of the conversation, turn it away from him and his hair. Dick couldn't blame him for that. But Gar also wasn't lying, he really was eager to learn and Dick appreciated the fact that he even did a bit of his own research.

"Sure, buddy. We can start right away." he replied instantly and Gar beamed at him, buzzing with happiness. His head twitched in an attempt to get the hair out of his eye. It was clear getting accustomed to that new hairstyle is gonna take longer than the boy expected. Dick chuckled at his annoyed frown when the hair fell back on his face. "Now go get ready, we'll start in an hour."

He reached out to playfully ruffle the boy's hair but when he did, Gar unexpectedly flinched. He froze, his body taut as a string, jaw clenched to bite back a groan of pain. The kitchen suddenly became very quiet, no clattering of cutlery, not even breathing. Dick's hand stilled on the boy's head and he slowly took it away, looking at Gar who again was trying to avoid his eyes. Dick looked back at the other two teens, who sat still as statues in their seats, both nervous and waiting - Rachel was biting her lower lip nervously while Jason's eyes jumped between Dick and Gar, smirk tugging at his lips.

At first he hesitated, but eventually Dick reached out again, slowly and carefully this time and pushed the strand of hair out of the boy's face, tucking what he could behind his ear. The green curtain revealed a nasty long cut travelling in line with his hairline, held together by two small dressing plasters. It already stopped bleeding but it looked deep and was inflamed, the area around it red and swollen.

"Holy shit, Gar! When did this happen?" The man's voice rang out with worry as he stepped closer to take a better look. He brushed his fingers over the wound, his touch feather-light but Gar still twitched a little, face twisting in a grimace. He didn't answer, just looked to the side - right at Rachel - pleading for help with his eyes. Dick followed his gaze.

The girl sighed as she put her fork down and shook her head.

"I told you he was gonna notice." she told her friend. What was even more strange was that Jason actually agreed with her, nodding eagerly.

Confusion is not strong enough of a word to describe what was going on inside Dick's mind right now. How the hell did this happen? Was that during yesterday's training? No, he would notice. After? They had a free evening and he let the kids go out to have some fun in the city. A surge of fierce protectiveness washed over him as his eyes went back to Gar who looked so miserable Dick's heart almost broke on the spot. He let his hand slide under the boy's chin and he gently lifted his face up so their eyes could meet.

"What happened, Gar?" he asked, his voice calm and soft, but not without the tense undertone of someone who is ready to throw some punches with the reason behind that wound. "Who did this to you?"

Gar gulped down, eyes wide in fear and mouth dry, and looked at Rachel again - just a glance, but she noticed anyway.

"Tell him." she encouraged him softly. Gar nodded once and took a deep breath, bracing himself.

"Um, yesterday when… when we were at the mall, me and Rach passed by these guys in SFSU jerseys. Six of them, I think." he started, stumbling through the words. His fingers fumbled nervously with the hem of his t-shirt but he bravely held Dick's gaze as he spoke. "They started catcalling Rachel, saying some gross stuff I am not willing to ever repeat and… and I had to step in."

At first all Dick could hear was static after what he just heard. Then the sense of Gar's words slowly started coming to him and he staggered back.

"What?"

Now it wasn't just protectiveness, it was pure fire raging through Dick's veins. Rachel… getting catcalled? That was unacceptable. Unfathomable. It wasn't just crossing the line, it was breaking it like a dry twig and setting it on fire and whoever did that was really fucking lucky Dick wasn't there to hear it. He let go of Gar's chin and set his hand on his shoulder instead, trying to keep himself from shaking. His other hand already formed into a fist, fingers curled so tightly his knuckles turned white. He instantly looked at Rachel, searching for any signs of something being wrong, a series of questions already forming on his tongue, but she beat him to it and quickly shook her head.

"I'm okay, I swear. Nothing happened."

"You sure?" he insisted, his gut gnawing at him to learn more because maybe they are not telling him everything. "They didn't do anything? You're not hurt? Because I swear to God, if-"

"Dick, I'm okay." was her only reply, soft, quiet and calming.

"She wanted me to ignore them but they were very pushy." Gar continued, his gaze darting between her and Dick. "They surrounded us, one of them got too close to her and got… grabby, so to speak so I punched him."

Grabby? As in… no, that was too much. His fists were now itching to meet that person's face. To rip their insides out and wrap them around their neck. No one dares to lay a damn finger on her. No one.

"Fucking assholes." Jason muttered under his breath, shaking his head. He sent Rachel a sympathetic look and she smiled back at him, thanking silently.

"I would have been fine, I know how to handle myself." she insisted to Gar as she got up from her seat and walked up to him to lay a hand on his shoulder. He instantly turned to her.

"I know, but what was I supposed to do? Just stand there and do nothing? We're Titans now, remember? Men and women not doing nothing."

Dick honestly wanted to hug Gar in that moment, his chest filling with an insane amount of pride. He stood up for her, protected her, even if he got his ass kicked in the end. They can work on that and after what Dick just learned he will make damn sure that they will, but the intention was what mattered the most right now.

He squeezed Gar's shoulder gently and when the boy turned back to him, Dick leaned in to look him in the eyes.

"That was very brave of you, thank you. I'm proud of you, buddy." he said, noticing how Gar's eyes glazed over with tears after hearing the words. The boy chuckled softly, nodding in response. "But how did you get this?" He asked, pointing at his forehead.

"Well, that asshole punched back." Gar stated bluntly, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. "He knocked me down pretty hard, I hit my head on the edge of a fountain, y'know that giant one in the main hall. I saw stars, for a moment I couldn't move-"

"You scared the hell out of me." Rachel whispered, sliding her arm around his shoulders.

"Sorry." Gar replied, bumping his head with hers. And immediately regretted it, flinching at the pain it caused to his forehead. "Anyway, after that they left us alone, walked away laughing. And before you ask-" he pointed his finger at Dick, seeing that the man was already gearing up to ask questions. "No, I don't know their names and no, you can't go find them and beat the shit out of them. I know you want to."

Dick snickered and shook his forehead.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Dude, you're basically vibrating with fury right now." Jason told him, crossing his arms over his chest. "Ooof, I wouldn't want to be on the other end of that wrath."

Dick decided to ignore his younger brother's remark, but couldn't deny the truth behind it - the fury he felt right now, if unleashed, could be deadly. It pulled a delicate string, knocked on a door he locked when he brought these three kids to San Francisco. It reminded him of the rage and violence of his Robin days. Dick wanted to put it away for good but to be honest it would really come in handy right now.

"I'm sorry," Gar suddenly whispered, which brought Dick back to the present - and caught completely off guard. The boy bowed his head down, letting the hair fall back on his forehead and cover the cut.

"For what?" Dick asked softly, moving his hand to the nape of Gar's neck.

"I should have done more. I would have but the Tiger started showing and… I couldn't risk it so I had to back down."

At first Dick just stared at him, same as Rachel, completely taken aback. Then he opened his arms and smiled at the two teenagers.

"Come here, you two."

He pulled them into his arms, pressing them tightly to his chest. Gar froze at first, surprised but then tucked his face into his shoulder and breathed deeply. Rachel nestled into his other side, he could feel her smiling against his neck when her arms circled his middle. He put his hands in their hair, cradling their heads and pulling them closer as he spoke.

"Gar, you have nothing to apologize for, okay?" he insisted, turning his face to the boy. "You did the right thing. I'm proud of you and you have no idea how happy I am that you were with her back then." When Gar nodded, Dick turned to Rachel and she lifted her head to look at him. "And you. I'm glad you're okay. To be honest, I was scared something like this would happen someday but thankfully Gar was with you. But if it ever happens again, you go straight to me, got it? You shout, you call, whatever means necessary. I'll be there in a heartbeat."

Rachel gave him a single nod, a soft smile turning her lips upwards.

"Yes, sir."

"Good." Dick sighed, finally feeling his anger subsiding and disappearing completely. He pulled back, brushing his palms over the kids' cheeks. He turned to Gar, who again was fiddling with his bangs and reached out to tuck it behind the boy's ear, laughing. "Alright, now let's get you properly patched up, huh? I'm sorry, but whoever did this-" he pointed at the plasters that were barely holding onto the skin. "-did a terrible job."

Jason scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Ouch, harsh."