#fuck mutei

[vinvmei]

They don't know, who is mutei harada

It’s mandatory to reply “They don’t know it’s Ayin from lobotomy corporation” on every variation of the ayin grip meme, Original meme is by muteiharada on twitter

[crunchyorb]

ship thing but seodore with whoever you want

i will avoid giving you the seomutei everythign that we've been doing in dms and i will just say rumeld and seodore is so funny as a ship.

i keep thinking about "i'll try to think of a way we can both die together"

"stop being such a pussy"

"shut the fuck up"

like they loved each other. they really really did. i want to see rsml interactions so bad i think it would be so fucking funny

[ariapmdeol]

EXPECT ANOTHER COE ANALYSIS POST WHEN FINALS ARE DONE I UNLOCKED NEW LORE

[frigidwife]

your comfort is complicity.

someone tagged one of my fundraising posts with "cw palestine". there are no photos on my post, no graphic descriptions. just people's names and how far they are from their goals. even if i had included photos or recounted suffering in intricate detail, how dare you? how fucking dare you put a content warning on people BEGGING for your attention when your tax dollars sponsor their destruction? no one can turn away and still claim a conscience.

here are more palestinians who have reached out to me in the past week.

abd al mutei @abdelmutei / vetted / GFM €13,063 raised of €25,000

ahmed al yazji @ahmedgaza1 / vetted / GFM $698 raised of $30,000 !!!

abed al hadi aburass @abedalhdihesham / vetted / GFM $5,605 CAD raised of $65,000

bshaer and ayla @bshaeromars-blog / vetted #231 / GFM $18,480 raised of $40,000

etaf @familyetaf1234567 / unvetted / GFM €2,088 raised of €50,000

mohammed swierh @mohammedswierh2 / unvetted / GFM $14,757 raised of $40,000

jawad and fairuz @jawad236 / vetted #655 / GFM $2,038 raised of $30,000

al saidi family @supportmyfamily1 / vetted / GFM £374 raised of £30,000 !!!!

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Madison: No way. Penny: Way. Madison: Oh my god, no wonder he’s so weird. Harry: His dad’s swimmers were probably pissed, like. Titus: Hurrr, where’s the egg again? Bianca: Ew. Madison: Hey, Robin! Can we borrow some of your dad’s liquor for the weekend?! Aster: Guys, c’mon. Madison: What? [various exaggerated glugging noises – laughter] Penny: Take the silence as a no then, Mutey?! Aster: That kinda stuff isn’t exactly funny-.. if it’s even true. Penny: It’s a joke, Aster.. lighten up. Levi: Yeah, what’re you.. the joke police? Aster: You’re just being tight for the sake of it at this point, give him a break. Madison: Booooo, you’re no fun today. Levi: Did you finally start your fucking period? Penny: Awhhh does Aster need a tampon? Titus: I bet Maddy’s got some extra wide ones. Madison: Oh my god-.. I DO NOT! [hysterical laughter] Madison: SHUT UP! … Mr Ashwood: Where are you off to? Lunch is almost over… [Robin ignored Mr Ashwood, whom he usually found quite benign, lest he burst into tears or unleash his boiling rage upon the poor, unsuspecting member of staff-.. he wasn’t the one that deserved it] Mr Ashwood: You can’t leave in the middle of the day-.. Robin! [Robin longed to say watch me, but his stupid mouth refused to cooperate with his stupid brain, leaving him no choice but to force the entirety of his frustration through his legs and into his pedals instead] Mr Ashwood: Don’t think I won’t call your parents, ‘cause I will!

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

A strange gif with Bluey appeared on my screen

I know, too random

Now that I have your attention:

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And yes, liberals still piss me off, no change, no, Harris is not a good option, she's a fucking Zionist and has a fucking history of supporting Israel

Besides, Harris' fans don't even talk about Palestine, they only use it as emotional blackmail (Blue MEGA, fuck you), because hello, these motherfuckers were happy about the attack on the strikers, and many of them still believe in Israeli propaganda about Hamas, so it is clear that the only thing they need Palestine for is to, to force people to vote for blue terrorists

In addition, they call everyone bots, even though they keep saying the same slogans, which indicates that if someone is a bot, they fucking

If you support pinkwashing and homonationalism, don't fucking call yourself a supporter of LGBT+ people

[p0lycut]

Welcome to the..

Cell of Empireo Old People Tournament..

LOSERS VERSION

(once again credits and thanks to @noomzu for the little chibis)

You thought we were done ? The tournament was fun so we're making another one with everyone except the winner of the OG tournament! (Fuck that slug)

First Round :

Mutei Harada VS Seodore Riddle (Winner : Mutei Harada)

Noriyuki Utsugi VS Sueko Orie (Winner : Noriyuki Utsugi)

First Round will start on Monday, April 29th at 3 PM CEST, and will be one week long !

[nanjokei]

hopefully we get more info about mutei, yeah. any thoughts/'meta' on reiji isoi? or any character you'd like, really, he was just the first that came to mind

im not good at making choices so you will have to ask me if there's anyone specific youre curious about!

for reiji ill just talk about both LOL. S+ and DLC spoilers untagged.

i think our reiji is an absolute genius character. the fact that the entire real climax of the game hinges on whether or not you like reiji, its honestly a great burden that i usually see flop or gets overemphasized without really giving reasons to care (or really, giving too many reasons and having it feel forced). but, if you think about it, there isn't much in the plot itself that makes caring necessary— the base game is way more sympathetic to minoru than utsugi, but it is still very late on before the moment most will finally throw their hands up and go "oh this guy has it bad" so reiji's unwavering desire to do something for him is the strongest part of his character in the latter half of the game... to the point where he sort of played the heel to get his mission over with. even at his most antagonistic, coming back from a long absence from the plot which casts more doubt to the "why" of his actions— you do kind of wanna root for reiji, even if his actions are sus at best. im almost certain the initial reaction to the woof scene is usually always "no, wait, shinano, it's not like that, fuck. why now." even though it is INCREDIBLY suspect. subsequently, reiji and atou opening up to each other a bit and placing trust in each other with shinano eventually joining in feels like a ticket home to a good ending. a good ending which doesn't come if you don't put in the work for it.

it is precisely why S route is so genius. without reiji being such a good character, being so convincing really, the setup would warrant nothing more than an eyeroll. i LOVE it. and i LOVE the usage of ave maria there. and the domino effect that ending has on the survivors. pure definition of having to earn your happy ending. it is a stunt that by all means SHOULD NOT WORK. but it DOES. i'd clock it as cheap if it was a hair out of place in the execution.

as for reiji himself as a character, i absolutely adore him, he's so cute. his personality hits all the good points of "this guy was definitely raised by a bunch of weirdos and knows nothing else". i think the purity in his motivations and overall self philosophy is *chefs kiss*. his respect for LDL both as his family and his superiors is balanced incredibly well. in the dlc, the feeling of "you're a part of the team, but adult things are adult things after all" jumps out to me. especially the way reiji's actions seem to respond "but i want to repay you, i want to be acknowledged, i want to be useful." even before 2015 he was kept in the dark about things. now, i don't know if this is on purpose on fukao's part (obviously the date is on purpose but lol) but i do choose to see reiji going off on a suicide mission to save the son of the man who raised him, who he doesn't know, as a sort of coming of age. if you only reach S route, reiji dies at 20 years old, but if you get to S+, the very next day, he turns 21. i want to think it's intentional!! seriously god-like!! its enough he dies right before his birthday to begin with, but the fact that it's like that!!! AHHHH!!! i do feel like it may be on purpose given reiji's age is obscured as "early 20s" until the very end of S+ (the note that there's a 5 year difference between shinano and reiji). after S+, reiji has become an adult, who pulled off the impossible. his graduation from just being just a very highly attuned kid, a capable adult. also the fact that he's only hung out with a bunch of weirdo adults in his whole life means the gap between him and his peers is incredibly endearing

i love reiji. he's so good!

as for reiji numero uno, it's spoilers all around, so ill put it under the cut

honestly this is less about reiji himself and more about the circumstances around him... intensely tragic character. but it really is funny. i think its funny hatsutori basically used his existence, the potential of him being useful to misumi, as a way to mobilize misumi against empyrean and theodore. now i don't think misumi is some kind of misunderstood saint (though i have a feeling by com is out we're gonna find out he's probably one of the less demonic fragments) but the fact that he clears the very low bar of telling hatsutori off for being a homicidal psycho... well it's telling i think. even then apparently reiji wasn't experimented on immediately, and was taken care of before misumi split his fragment. but still. it is a state to be in. when atou and sanemitsu find out he's not only alive but sharing a body with a man who's probably well within retirement age the fallout is gonna be BAD

his existence as a device to further the motivations of at least like 10 other characters, is fun. it's fun. i like izu. i like misumi. i'd love to see the reiji part of the body izu is occupying to come out. is he still a 10 year old boy in there or what. definitely getting the short end of the stick here

[hermitroom]

i guess since i got through HR and interlude i’m going to throw a half assed post about who n portman, v the critic (v=er) and code:dante are into this tag, i’ll probably revisit once i’ve reread the dlc. 

if you don’t know who these people are this is spoilers for up to HR and interlude so scroll by if you don’t want to be spoiled

these three show up in the coe artbook (the commentary in the notes is written by n portman) and have thank you notes they wrote at the end. they’re also mentioned in the interlude credits, and are unofficially referred to as the system n.h trio. 

i believe that these people show up in a lot more places than you might think.

as of now i don’t have a particularly coherent analysis so i’m just throwing things together

identities, first. we know v the critic is enein rundall. that’s what the er is for, and one of the shadowy figures (referred to as ‘his majesty’ is specifically called ‘enein’ in interlude. 

the other shadowy figure is zero. lin orie. i’m assuming people are pinning him down as n portman because he streams on castport and one of these mysterious shadowy figures keeps fucking mentioning gaming. Well. 

the third, code:dante, seems to be popularly agreed upon to be sanemitsu but i’ll be honest with you i have no idea where people are getting this from and trying to figure out who was associated with who in interlude is making my head hurt

so i’m just going to post screencaps of what i think are their other appearances

this seems to imply owl works for the nh trio. strangely, this 

also implies that the nh trio may not actually be all that closely associated with ldl but like i said i dont fucking want to figure out who’s part of what at this point. 

i think these three from the interlude reports are also the nh trio

oddly enough this reminds me of what mutei mentions about being erased in hr, and might imply the same is going to happen to those three

i suspect this is their goal. 

and, related to that, in hermit’s room, mutei mentions ‘the ones in the shadows who brought you here’. at first i thought this was meta commentary on the player but reading this i’m thinking it might be these three again because 

i really have no idea where i’m going with this other than my theory as of now is that the different factions are trying to ‘save’ the world in different ways (rewriting the story to continue/not letting it continue/etc) and that mutei might not necessarily be lying when he talks about that world completely disappearing for him.

...although what he’s going to do might be something more along the lines of ‘breaking the game’ rather than rewriting the story

[dlxxv-vetted-donations]

Update at UCT Oct 1, 7pm:

Great job, everyone! We've gotten all 3 campaigns moving!

Unfortunately, all 3 are stagnating and haven't gotten a donation in at least 4 hours. Personally I feel Tawfik's is the most urgent as there's a hard deadline of Oct 7 and he's behind on donations, but Reema and Abdel Mutei's campaigns are urgent as well.

Random tags | I'd appreciate a share/donate | msg me for removal from list

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@mak-to-the-future @riotdyke @tortiefrancis @deerspherestudios @joshpeck

I will not shut up until these people reach these small goals:

Updated: Oct 1

Tawfik: PayPal, Venmo, Google Pay, credit/debit: USD $ 3,952 4,105 / 4,500

@90-tawfik / Vet / More details

Reema: Credit/debit: CAD $ 20,101 20,151 / 20,500

Paypal: My Kofi (I'll donate whatever Paypal doesn't take and post proof of donation) @reemagaza / Vet: Operation Olive Branch Masterlist #18 / More details / Poll you can share

Abdel Mutei Alhabil: Paypal, credit/debit: € 13,492 13,660 / 14,000

@abdelmutei / Vet / More details

[mindrole]

Hi! Guy who asked about Mutei/Azuma and, I mean this in the most respectful way possible because I do not have the databook (unfortunately) so a lot of stuff you said I virtually had no idea about: what the fuck.

(I wish I had more concrete wordings but I'm going to have to read everything again after the initial processing stage of 'what the fuck is the plot again?')

I think I understand now why you love Azuma so much. There's virtually no one that's close to being sane that has worked with Mutei. That sounds like a skill.

The chart you posted feels like it does make sense if you stare at it a while, by the way, even if unfinished - thank you for posting it!

And yes, stabbing someone is very yuri.

would it surprise you if i said there's very little mention of azuma in the databook...!! it's genuinely crumbs strewn about across the series!! and he does not make it easy given he seems to have had the precognition to wipe his name from empyrean, compared to misumi and igarashi who stand to lose much more than him being associated with a cult... though i guess both are so huge they can snuff it out. i would say the most information in the game(s) about azuma is probably in the dlc/hermit room but it is still not that much if at all. interlude is more like, a lot of implied stuff due to the nature of the settings in it but there is an outright mention of him (just a mention).

i got asked about azuma mentions before, but it's based on my memory alone so def not conclusive (it only mentions azuma himself, i didn't talk about indirect stuff like minoru talking about the publishing house for some reason, but eh...)

not only that but i think this is an issue in general, not just with azuma— a LOT of information is stuck on locked accounts and list/follower only stuff... also the fanbox... personally i only got into the series late late 2021 so i missed a lot of that. i only have access to the latest one. some korean fans compiled some stuff for their own ref and i've seen a few of those around but it can only go so far! but yeah there's a huge thing re:the dissemination of information. there is an entire hadal zone down there. there was a livestream where people got to see azuma (and igarashi).... and... and i didnt!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 at least from the descriptions it sounds like he looks very cute ...

though it's not really a big deal, for example a lot of information in the databook and other sources became widely known with the release of stuff like the interlude (and the reports in it), com info and reports, etc... im sure when com comes a lot more stuff will become more widely known! a surprising amount of stuff was setting up for the interlude and com.

either way, you end up having to put stuff together anyway. even outside of out of bounds info, sometimes just rereading over and over i realized there is something i absolutely overlooked or did not notice. there are parts of the interlude i think i have memorized atp because there's something deeply wrong with me. i think though among most things the dlc is what i've reread the least... i should probably revisit it again

i hope there's a fanbox post at the end of the year... 2023 is almost over... i can't take it anymore.... 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[stillthesunkenstars]

So mutei’s theory can basically be summarized as from a video game character’s pov:

there are rules from which the world is constructed and factors that have influence in this world

the importance of factors are determined by the amount and importance of rules they reference in world (and the influence of factors are determined by whether the rules are an important art of this world or not)

The only way to influence the world is by introducing new factors

the creator of the world can influence the world by introducing factors according to the rules

the inhabitants of the world can also change the world by introducing factors but first they need to find a way to gleam the rules of the world to accurately introduce factors

the above can be done by lapis philosophorum and other methods

???

[ariapmdeol]

do seodore coe :3

How I feel about this character:

🫶 I like that guy!!! I like seodore!! I get so excited when characters have plans and by god does seodore have plans. I love the different ways that characters think about Gods Love and the different plans revolving around it, and I really really like that Seodore has his own feelings about it. I’m a big fan of metafiction and the dynamics surrounding different levels of meta-awareness! I really like his message to YoUser at the end of DLC and I love his purple text guiding us towards the Empyrean point!! The character is aware of the narrative and that’s so much fun!!!

A lot of seodore stuff is so fun because he implies so much shit. So much of my theory brainrot is because he just Says So Much and Implies Lore Things and it’s so fun!!

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about Theodore Riddle (pre-shipwreck) vs Seodore Riddle (post-shipwreck)… we know nothing abt Theodore but I have thoughts either way.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Woah hey guys I wonder what ships I’ll li—

Sanemitsu!!! This is peak yaoi to me. I’ve spoken on them extensively before but there’s something so compelling about those two!!! Their different POVs on how to handle the narrative, on what to do with Gods Love… it makes me so crazy because they understand each other, and understand why the other makes the decisions that they do. It’s about all the things left unspoken but they both know already. Killing Seodore for the chance to try to save Reiji. Dying together and killing those versions of themselves for the chance at a better ending. The way Seodore opens his eyes for one frame when Snmt kills him. The Holding hands. I like those guys a lot. I already wrote an essay on this but they live in my head rent free. They should hold hands again.

Rumeld! Ok this is also an obvious one but they’re cute!!! I like how comfortable they are with each other. Their chapter in Interlude is SO adorable and I think it’s sweet that Seo is still so in love with Rumeld, after all this time. Date day is soon, too… I’ll need to draw something for them.

This isn’t quite a ship but I think Dreyseo is neat in a “just sex” way. It implies that Seo has A Type which is REALLY funny.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I’m not picking just one so we get a whole bunch of groups here

Ok this is more of a grouping but I really like the group dynamics at play between System.NH + Seodore + Mutei! They all have different ideas on what to do with Gods Love and the world that they live in, and it’s really compelling to me!

LDL as a group is also really good!!! Really really good!!! I just really like that they all know that the others have their own goals in all of this, and choose to work together. I like the coordination. I also really like Seo and Reiji’s dynamic.. everyone working together to raise Reiji and through the power of teamwork, they manage to be good parents LAHDDKHJF. I love how Seodore is great with anyone not related to him (you see this with Reiji and Noa) but then with Hatsutori, he’s not great KAGEKRHRJRH

Connected to this: FRAGMENTS! I think httr+seo are so good! Bird parent and child! Fucked up!!!! Seo was not the parental figure that httr needed and their complicated feelings for each other makes me crazy. The animosity is so so good!!!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

im gonna be honest. i think a lot of people dont understand him. i disagree with the idea that he's aggressive? we see him bicker with httr, yeah, but httr is fighting just as hard. the only time we see him actually lose his temper is in record 5, and hajime had already been pushing deiberately to antagonize him. i dont think we can use "had his emotional weak spots targeted until he snapped" as "typical seodore reactions". those are special circumstances all around.

i think there are have been many times where I've read takes on seodore and i've disagreed... I think because he’s not really there until late DLC, people get really confused about him. I don’t know if this is a popular or unpopular opinion, though.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon:

PLEASE ryu-seo conversation… i want ryu to meet his mom… it would be funny…

i also would love a seo-izu-snmt conversation.. izu is technically the seosane lovechild if you think about i—- *i am removed from tumblr dot com*

[godmybackhurts]

Why why the fuck do I still have the button for it on the hotbar even after I did the mutey-mute?

It’s so cool how tumblr staff keeps asking for our feedback and then doing the exact opposite of what we asked. I bet if we all start telling them we love tumblr live and can’t get enough of it they’ll delete it permanently

[strawberrysunsets]

The Empty World (Ch. 1)

Donald Pierce x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Pierce and the Reavers are sent to capture a mutant with mysterious abilities.

Warnings: Kidnapping, tranquilizers, mild blood, heavy swearing, animal death, violence/physical harm directed towards reader's character.

Angst, slow burn, hopefully smut later on:D

Comments /reblogs/feedback mean the world to me!:)

Chapter 1: Focus

The drone’s footage was clear and crisp. The aerial shots soared along a grey beach, then over a pine forest, and down along a rushing river. Following a figure, whose motions were quickened by the sped-up footage.

Transigen had been keeping tabs on the mutant for over a year, now – yet they remained something of a mystery.

Mutation? Unknown.

Reason for Isolation? Unknown.

How they survived on Maine’s wild coast, with only deer and wolves for company? Anyone’s fucking guess.

But whatever they were, they were about to meet Transigen’s best.

Pierce lounged in the Hummer’s passenger seat, replaying the drone footage as the Reavers groused in the back about the shitty coffee on their longhaul from Pheonix. It had been a tiring trip, and reaching the hummers and armoured truck waiting for them on the tarmac had only been a part of it. Now they had a three-hour drive North to the coast, and no guaranteed where the mutant would be when they arrived. By Pierce’s estimated, the mutey ranged over a 10-mile area on the daily. But they’d find them. With nearly a dozen Reavers set to the task, that was a given.

It was an anomaly, to have brought so many Reavers to hunt a single mutant. But the energy signature recorded from the remote coast over the last few months had ensured a special team. He'd heard from the techs that the bursts were unlike anything Alkali’s sensors had ever picked up. Something science had no name for.

That had piqued Pierce’s interest. The energy surges were certainly coming from the mutant – it couldn't be coincidence that a mystery mutt was living in the region of the anomalies, during the only months they'd been recorded – but a hundred other questions remained. What kind of energy was it? How could it be harnessed? And, Transigen’s more pressing concern: in the age of global techno-warfare, could it be weaponized?

So, the mission.

Get the mutant. Whole. Alive. And do whatever was necessary to bring her in.

***

It was the perfect trap.

You never saw it coming.

One minute you were running along the path, thinking of your plans for moving camp before the first snowfall – and then something whizzed past your ear.

You skidded to a halt, puzzled. Something else thwacked into the basket you held, inches away from embedding itself into your skin.

Bullets?

No. The projectile was like a small hypodermic needle, coated in glinting metal. Darts.

Tranquilizers.

You dove for the ditch, just as more darts whizzed overhead.

Breathing hard, you rolled into a crouch, then spun behind a tree for cover. Peeking out, you saw two black silhouettes outlined against the ridge above the trail, scanning the treeline with dark goggles.

Then an engine roared to life from further down the trail, and a dark Hummer came into view, another gunman poised atop it.

It was an ambush. They must have known you were coming – must have staked out this trail, which you thought was yours alone.

A tall man with honey-blond hair leaned out of the Hummer's passenger side, calling orders to the soldiers as he scanned the treeline. His gaze met yours.

He grinned.

“Five o’clock!” He shouted, pointing towards you.

You didn’t wait around to see what came next. You pelted through the undergrowth like a deer.

They'd found you, at last.

And those didn't look like simple security personal, either. Not even true military.

Reavers.

You pushed the thought from your mind, and ran. They hadn't gotten you yet – and you could outrun them, in these woods. Your woods. You'd keep running all night, if that's what it took.

Voices shouted from behind you, and footfalls hit the dirt as more soldiers poured from the vehicles.

Your breath came hard. Every once in a while, a dart whizzed by, some close enough that you could feel the air they stirred. They thunked into the trees around you.

The gorge, you thought, limbs growing heavy. If I can cross the gorge, they won’t be able to follow.

If you could get across, that was.

The fallen tree was a precarious bridge on the best of days, and last night’s rainfall had probably left its bark wet and slippery. Still, it would be the quickest way to lose them.

You emerged from the treeline into the clearing at the gorge's edge. Peering down, the rushing turquoise water seemed very far below. It was a forty-foot drop, and the river was freezing in late Autumn.

“Fucking shit,” you said, giving yourself no time to think as you leapt onto the fallen tree, whose bulk spanned the gorge like a thick-beamed bridge.

Footfalls, behind you. They’d reached the treeline.

Something made contact with you pack, nearly knocking you off balance as your boots struggled to find purchase on the wet bark. A dart had embedded itself in the thick canvas. You regained your footing, and continued on, flushed with adrenaline.

“Hold!” Someone shouted, annoyed. “Don't fucking shoot! She'll fall."

That brought you a measure of relief. They weren’t trying to kill you, at least – but you doubted the alternative they had in mind would be any more pleasant. The mutants that went into Transigen's armoured trucks didn’t tend to come back out.

You continued to clamber carefully across the log, sticking to the trunk and the places the bark seemed the most stable.

Halfway across, now.

You tried not to look down, ignoring the rush of the river far below.

“Get the hook!” The man shouted from behind you.

You glanced backward, worried they were rigging up a line to reach the other side of the gorge. But what you saw was worse.

“Get her in the leg – or shoulder,” the blond man was saying, as a Reaver aimed an odd-looking rifle at you. Not a rifle; some sort of grappling hook, attached to a projectile head.

A hook. Made to hook you, and drag you back to them.

Shit.

Your body flooded with cold.

Without thinking, you leapt from the side of the log, grabbing hold of one of its branches before the Reaver could fire. You caught the slippery bark, and managed to hold onto it as you swung down to hang below the huge log.

You were out of their sightline, for the moment – but now at the mercy of the disintegrating wood. You dug your nails into the branch, but its wood was slick. For a sickening moment, you hung out over the drop, watching your feet dangle below you.

Your eyes rose back to the bank, where the soldiers had moved to keep you in sight. The blond man stood at their front, staring at you. He cocked his head.

"Now, baby – let's not do anything rash."

You ignored him, squeezing your eyes shut.

Was this rash? Sure. Stupid? Probably. But it was like you'd said. You'd rather take your chances with all the dangers in the world then find out what happened inside Transigen's labs.

So you let go.

Voices shouted above you, but they quickly disappeared in the rush of the wind. Then you hit the water, and all the air was knocked from your lungs.

***

It was a long time before you could fight the river’s current enough to make it to the bank; soaking, freezing, and coughing up lungfuls of water. Your head spun from your initial impact with the river, and black dots danced across your vision whenever you moved too quickly.

When you made it to the bank, it was all you could do to lay there, staring at the sky and gasping for air. Shivers quickly overtook you, and you feebly tried to ring out the hem of your soaking shirt. You'd had to tug your jacket off, to keep it from pulling you under – and now you lay in sopping pants and thin cotton on the bare stones.

The water had been freezing. And your pack was gone; lost to the river, so you had no way to light a fire. But you knew you needed to get dry, and warm – fast.

The sun was setting behind the trees by the time you regained enough strength to drag yourself upright. When you did, a glint of light caught your eye, winking where something disappeared above the canopy. Something metallic.

A drone.

Of course they had drones looking for me.

Even now, they could be tracking me –

“Well hi,” someone said, stepping from the treeline ten paces away. Their voice was smooth and pleasant. “Have a nice swim?”

You struggled upright as Reavers jogged from the trees, surrounding you and aiming a dozen weapons at you as they grabbed and pinned your arms. You tried to struggle, but your muscles were slow to respond, wracked as they were with cold.

“Fuck – off!” You shouted, fighting as they pulled you up.

They dragged you forwards, and pushed you to your knees before the tall blond man. He stood, calmly adjusting his metal hand as if this were the most normal scene in the world.

Which for him, you thought, it probably fucking was.

You couldn't hide a violent shiver, and could tell your lips were turning blue from the cold. The blond man glanced at you, as water droplets pattered from your wet hair with the intensity of your shaking.

"You cunts looking for the nearest vacation rental?" You spat, covering your embarrassment over the violent shivering with a sharp gibe. "Cause you're pretty damn lost. Tourists usually stick to the 295."

“Oh ho!” He laughed, tilting his head towards the other Reavers. “We’ve got ourselves a talker. That’ll come in handy, since I’m beginning to feel pretty damn curious about what your mutation is." He turned back to you. His hands were in his pockets, his posture the picture of casual grade – but behind his dark sunglasses, his eyes were those of a predator. Their focus reminded you of those of the wildcats who drifted through the area, or the rare bands of wolves who sometimes appeared along the shore. They had an intensity to them. Even now, you could feel them assessing you. Calculating.

“Well, we know it can’t be swimming,” He said, ticking the possibilities off on his fingers. “Or flying." He grinned.

 “Keep guessing, redneck ex machina,” you retorted. “We’ll be here all night.”

One of the soldiers behind their leader gave a short laugh, which quickly turned into a cough. The blond man smiled tolerantly, then shrugged.

“Have it your way. We can move things along. Cuffs," he commanded.

Another Reaver came forwards, brandishing a pair of thick, evil-looking metal handcuffs.

As he rounded behind you, you bucked against the Reavers holding you down, but they only gripped you more roughly. One cuff clamped down on your wrist. You tried to kick at the soldiers, but a Reaver grabbed hold of your hair, and smashed the butt of his pistol against your head.

You saw stars, and felt your body go limp in their grip. The cuffs tightened around your wrists.

Something hot was running from your nose and down the back of your throat, and you choked slightly before you spat it to the ground.

Blood.

The ringing in your ears was clearing, but now you saw that dark boots had come to rest before you. You raised your head in time to see the blond man’s smiling face come into view, as he crouched down. He took your chin in his hand, forcing it upwards.  

His gaze raked across your face, and he smeared his thumb carelessly over your bloody lips.

His golden hair was tousled, and he'd taken off his glasses. This close, the blue of his eyes was vibrant as a noonday sky, and he smelled of leather, sweat, and tar.

“Not a healing power, either,” he mused.

“I’m not a mutant,” you replied hotly, pulling your chin from his grip. “If I was, I’d already have done something to blast your fucking brains out.”

He rocked back on his heels, eyes widening in mock offense.

“Well, alright!" He stood, brushing off his pants. “Then I'm sure the lab will be able to figure out why you're giving off energy signatures strong enough to be recorded a thousand miles away."

You stiffened.

He noticed your reaction, his gaze locking onto it.

"So you do know something about that," he drawled, smiling. "That's good to know. Hard to keep that kind of thing a secret, I imagine, when we can pick it up clear across the country."

He winked, and turned back to his soldiers at the treeline. "I just hope you're worth our while. It wasn’t easy, getting out to your neck of the woods.”

You'd gone cold at mention of the energy surges, and them taking you to the lab. Colder than you already were, that was. Terror lanced through you.

Now, as the soldiers lifted you into a standing position, you struggled against them, panic threatening to choke you.

“No–fuck!” You cried, digging your heels into the wet ground.

You couldn't go there. They'd tie you down, and test you, and find –

The blond man only chuckled.  

You stared around wildly, looking for a way out and finding none.

Fuck pretending to be a complete non-mutant, then. That had been a great plan – until you were about to be bundled into a truck on your way to Transigen. Besides, if they thought they knew what your mutation was, maybe it'd make it easier to escape.

The trees. The riverbank. The water. You quickly took in your surroundings. There had to be some around. And then you spotted them – a pair of wings, wheeling high in the fading sky.  

And there – a pattern of scales, shifting carefully between the rocks to your right.

You breathed deeply, then opened your mouth. You called to them. Shouted at them. Pleaded with them for help.

The words you spoke were from no human language, but sounded somehow familiar. Their tone was strange, but their melody like the echo of a distant memory.

You wondered vaguely what the soldiers heard, when you spoke. Perhaps a scream. Perhaps nothing.

But the eagles heard. The two raptors wheeling overhead turned, and dove as one towards the soldiers. At the same time, you turned towards the riverbank, and called out to the creature there. A rattlesnake, who’d been sleeping among the stones until it was disturbed. The large serpent considered your request for a moment, golden eyes glinting, then coiled into an angry ball and launched itself at the nearest soldier.

Pandemonium erupted in the clearing.

The blond man didn't take his eyes off you as he grabbed his pistol, then turned away to fire on the eagles.

A Reaver screamed as an eagle tore through his vizor, and another stumbled and fell as he was blinded by the second eagle's flapping wings.

Nearer you, the rattlesnake had bitten a Raever’s exposed hand, but now two soldiers were descending upon it with stomping boots, pulling pistols from their holsters. The snake hissed, writhing in pain.

You couldn't help the tears that streamed down your face, mingling with your blood, as you crawled towards the snake in a desperate attempt to keep the soldiers from crushing it.

But you couldn't stop their heavy boots.

The snake hissed.

It was like watching a friend die.

It was watching a friend die.

With a herculean effort, you pushed yourself to your feet and kicked at the nearest soldier, hands still cuffed behind you. One kick sent him stumbling, and the other would have caught him in the temple, had you not been slow, weak, and pained. He caught himself, and turned to backhand you across the face.

Stars obscured your vision.  

Your head pounded.

The next thing you knew, you were lying on the ground. A coppery taste filled your mouth, and you blinked away tears, taking in the scene in the clearing.

The eagles were fleeing, one flying badly on a punctured wing. One Reaver lay on the ground, bloody hands covering his face. And the one who'd been bitten by the rattlesnake was keeled over, vomiting into the dirt from the venom.

You couldn't look towards where the snake's body lay. You couldn't make yourself see it, right now.

The blond man's gaze found you where you lay sprawled on the ground, and he pulled a tranq-gun from the holster of the nearest Reaver.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?" He said, walking slowly towards you. "And here I thought you said you weren’t a mutt.” He shook his head, tutting softly. “That hurts.”

He aimed the dart gun, gesturing apologetically with it.

"Just in case you got any more tricks up your sleeve."

He smiled. And fired.

The dart embedded itself in your thigh, and you gasped in pain. It stung horribly – and the stinging sensation quickly spread, even as you struggled backwards along the rocky ground.

The blond man came to crouch beside you.

“Ah ah,” He said, planting a knee on your chest. "None of that."

His weight pinned you down, keeping you from moving as the tranquilizer took hold. You were quickly growing lightheaded, and the world around you was taking on an air of unreality. You felt your head nod slowly towards the ground, unable to stop it.

I can't give in.

Darkness blotted out the edges of your vision.

I can't let myself be kidnapped by some military jackasses. This is not how my story ends.

You felt him catch your head as it fell to the ground, his hand warm against your cheek.

“Honestly, I’m a bit disappointed," he said, thumb tracing the bruise beginning to form along your jaw. "I guess I was expecting something with a little more… ‘bang’.”

He wiggled the fingers of his other hand at you, teasingly. "Sweet dreams, darlin'."

But his voice seemed to be coming from a long way off, and your eyes were drifting shut against your will. Your body was numb. The smell of him – gunsmoke now mingling with sweat, and something else, dangerously enticing – was near, as he pinned you to the ground. The only warmth came from his hand against your face – and even that was receding.

And then you knew nothing.

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Maybe Superheroes by The script for Peter Maximoff if you'd feel like writing something for it? 😄💕 thinking about X-Men everytime I hear it haha it's so amazing

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Superheroes

Song: Superheroes by The Script

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x female!Reader

Warning: violence, and an f-bomb or two. It also has some dadneto

Words: 1336

Summary: When you are kidnapped, Peter tears the world apart to find you.

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When you started dating Peter it had been like breathing air. Kissing and loving was as natural as breathing air or drinking water. He was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

Things were amazing and you didn’t think anything could bring you down. Peter made you laugh so much he was so goofy and good natured. He brightened your world like a kerosene lantern in a thunderstorm. The only thing you guys ever argued about was whether or not he should tell Erik that he was Peter's biological father.

You were adamant about this, you had lost your own father when you were still a teenager. You didn’t want Peter to have any regrets; especially with how reckless Erik was.

Things didn’t stay amazing though, now that Strijer knew where the school was he had teams of people watching for someone who might be leaving alone. You hadn’t thought at the time that going to pick Peter up a birthday present would lead to you being kidnapped by some shady government officials.

****

You woke up to a hazy migraine and blinding fluorescent lights. You went to get up but you realized with panic that you were securely tied to the metal cot.

“Time to wake up mutey!” A man’s harsh voice barked at her.

“W-where am I?” You stuttered, finally getting a look at the severe man.

“I’m colonel Striker, and you’re somewhere they will never find you mutant!” He spat as if mutant was a dirty word.

“Now tell me your mutation and what can you tell me about Charles Xavier” He demanded and you had to bite back a shiver of fear.

“I would never give up my family” you declared determined to keep quiet. Peter and the x-men would find you.

****

Peter was beginning to get concerned it had been a good three hours since he had last seen y/n. He began zipping all over the school looking for her. He then ran into the next town and they were nowhere to be found. The panic began to set in as he ran as fast as he could back to the professor breaking the sound barrier.

“Professor! Do you know where y/n is!” Peter all but shouted to the startled professor.

“No I believe she was going into town but I haven’t seen her since,” the professor replied evenly trying to calm the panic in Peter’s voice.

“Can you look with cerebro, I looked over every inch of the town?” Peter asked, his voice still fraught with anxiety.

“Of course Peter,” Charles conceded and two of them made their way down to the basement of the school.

Charles looked for y/n for over an hour, each minute stabbing Peter in the gut with fear. The ring box in his jacket pocket felt like a lump of lead against his heart. When Charles pulled out of cerebro with a deep frown on his face, peters stomach fell out to his feet.

“Peter, I couldn’t find her. It was like there was a void. It’s similar in feeling to Erik’s bloody helmet,” Charles said watching the silver haired man’s face crumble. Tears streamed steadily down his cheeks.

“We have to find her!” Was all that Peter could choke out his tongue feeling like rubber.

“We will Peter. I'm going to search for her face in other people's minds, please tell Hank to get the X-Men ready to go,” Charles told Peter, trying to convey his reassurance.

Peter ran to Hank telling him what was going on as quickly as possible. He needed to recruit one more person. Magneto had contacts that could help him get Y/n safely home.

***

Peter arrived in Genosha uninvited and out of breath. Erik had immediately walked out guarded but not hostile. Peter looked into his fathers eyes, his own brown ones frantic.

Erik couldn’t help but notice that the silver haired man had eyes that were very much like his mother’s.

“I need your help!” Peter all but demanded, afraid for his lover’s safety.

“I would normally love to help another mutant brother or sister, but I am quite tied up with getting this community off the ground” Erik waved at the shipping containers he was using to construct small homes.

“No I need your help they took her, someone took her and I need her. Please!” Peter begged, his voice broken.

“Peter you are emotional, I’m sure there are plenty of x-men that can help you” Erik walked closer to the boy laying a hand on his rather clad shoulder.

“You don’t understand, I need your help, they won’t be enough!” Peter snapped looking up at his father achingly.

“I’m sorry Peter, they will find her” Erik repeated and Peter felt a chill of anger go down his spine.

“Maximoff!” Peter snapped and Erik’s eyes went wide before narrowing in suspicion.

“Excuse, me, Erik said gruffly, pulling away from Peter.

“Where did you learn that name?!” Erik’s voice held a hint of anger. He had always tried to push the wife who had left him out of his mind.

“It’s my name, I was born Pietro Django Maximoff on February 10, 1955” Peter was desperate. He would do anything to find his lover, even if that meant fighting his demons he had kept since the day Erik had tried to off Nixon.

Erik felt his face drain of color, his mind whirling. This boy who broke him out of the pentagon at seventeen. This boy whom he had almost let die at Apocalypse hands. He had almost lost another child and he would have never known it. It was obvious that Peter had no intention of ever telling Erik of their relationship.

“Your mother, what was her name?” Erik asked just to confirm and Peter snorted unhappily.

“You tell me,” he lamented.

“Magda,” Erik uttered and while Peter didn’t confirm he also didn’t deny. Now that Erik was looking he could see that Peter had taken after his mother’s side of the family. He looked strikingly like Erik’s late uncle. He knew immediately without a doubt he would do anything for this boy. He would walk through the fires of hell for Peter.

****

You woke up to a sharp kick in the stomach causing you to write in the corner you were huddled in. They had taken to beating you until you would talk. You wouldn’t though, Peter was there and he was your whole world.

“You ready to talk yet Mutie” The guard taunted and you spat at him, blood and spittle staining his fatigues.

“Go fuck yourself,” you gasped out as he kicked you again.

“We have a Code M, all units respond,” the guards radio garbled. A flash of fear crossed the guards features before he ran out of the room not even bothering to cuff you back to the bed.

You could hear screaming and banging getting closer and you could only hope that the cavalry had arrived for you. You needed to see Peter, you never wanted to leave his side again.

Your half swollen eyes widened when the door to your cell burst open and a silver blur darted to you. A magenta clad man stood outside the doorway as well killing anyone who tried to enter.

“Y/n,” Peter breathed touching your face like you were made from glass.

“I knew you’d come for me” You cried collapsing into his arms sobbing.

“I’ve got you baby and I’m never letting you out of my sight again” Peter sounded determined and more mature than she had ever heard him be.

“I love you” you gasped, pressing a bloody kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I know,” he grinned and you slapped his shoulder lightly. He would find a way to drop a silly movie reference even at a time like this.

“Let’s get you home” Peter murmured and before you knew it you were strapped into a seat on the jet, ready to go home.

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