#he disguised himself as Ran more than 1 time

[venusscore]

Hellos can you do a continuation on Jason x reader, but they’re in a secret relationship please ☺️

Surely! Thanks for asking!!

This will be a direct continuation of this post.

Jason x Reader, but they’re in a (not so) secret relationship

Contains: gn reader (slightly feminine leaning), hinting at activities (wink wink. I still don’t write smut), menace reader, fluff, and more nosy Batfam

Enjoy!

When do we get to meet them?

Jason stared at the message on his phone and groaned. Damnit, Dick.

However, his anger at his older brother was cut short by a stirring on his side. He put his phone down and looked at you, who was nestled into him, then gently pulled you closer.

Your eyes fluttered open and you let out some slurred mutter. He quickly shushed you.

“Sorry for waking you, pretty/handsome. Go back to sleep now.” He whispered, making you tuck your head back into his chest.

He sighed. This is nice.

10:30 AM.

Jason was making some breakfast when he heard the bedroom door open. He didn’t have time to turn around before a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a head rested in his back.

“Well, good morning to you, too.” He said as the bacon sizzled (if you don’t like bacon, just pretend it’s something else).

“Was last night real?” You asked, still a bit groggy.

“Which part?” He replied. “The fun part, or the part when my brother decided to break into my apartment?”

You just stayed still before muttering, “So it was real.”

Jason put the bacon aside and turned around, seeing you in a shirt you probably stole. “My family wants to meet you, now.”

You chuckled and stole a piece of bacon (or whatever you wanted) from the pan- or tried- because you yelped from the heat as soon as you did.

“Idiot.” He laughed and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge.

1:45 PM

Jason was out looking for groceries when none other than Stephanie coincidentally ran into him at the store.

She was quick to follow him and chat, no shame whatsoever. He knew why she was following him, he just didn’t know when she’d bring it up-

“So… what’s their name?” She blurted out.

He looked at her and sighed. “(Your name).”

After a second, he paused and asked. “How much did Dick tell you?”

“Oh, everything.” She smiled, to which his face reddened.

Jason shook his head and went to check out, not even bothering to mention that Stephanie had absolutely no groceries as she followed him.

“Everyone wants to meet them.” She cut in.

“I’m aware.”

Of course, his stubbornness won’t work on her, it never does. She spent the next ten minutes convincing him to bring you over that night to eat dinner and chat before he finally caved.

She ran off, pleased with herself, but not before yelling. “Oh! And you might want to wear a turtleneck!”

He gave a confused stare for a second before realization and mortification came over him as he remembered the very visible bruises on his neck.

He knew you had a mischievous look before he left the house- you did it on purpose!

Extra:

11:35 PM the previous night

Dick got home, a mix of amusement and embarrassment lingering on his face.

Suddenly, the light turned on, with Tim, Duke, Steph, Damian, and Cass ready to interrogate him. They knew exactly where he was!

So he started telling the story, but then Bruce got back from a patrol so he joined the group.

Finally, Dick told the whole story, definitely not skipping any details, and covering Damian’s ears at the… not so kid-friendly parts. (It didn’t matter that Damian was a teenager who knew about sex ed- he’ll always be the baby of the family.)

Everyone was shocked- Bruce hid his face in his hand, trying to disguise his embarrassment for disappointment.

Tim was in-between laughing and dying. He wanted to know every detail, yet none at all.

Steph was asking question after question, practically painting a picture. She was curious.

Cass stood SHOCKED. Jason did WHAT??

Duke was also shocked, trying to figure out if he should cover his ears, or just bury himself alive.

Then Alfred came into the kitchen, having been woken up, and everybody scattered.

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(Sorry this wasn’t a lot. I didn’t know really what to do. If you have a specific request with this prompt, lmk! I already did a reader meeting Jason’s family, so feel free to read that here.)

Thanks for all the support guys! I have another request I’m working on rn that I’m researching for bcs I’m not as familiar with the fandom

Anyway! Feel free to leave requests! I am having so much fun with this writing spree! Y’all are awesome!

[ckret2]

(I haven't watched sj so forgive me if I contradict something, just going off secondhand knowlege) you ever think jack, after being fooled twice, secretly suspected ashi of being aku; And was low key relieved when it turns out she was actually his daughter and not him

joke answer? that would be hilarious. "oh thank goodness you're his daughter." "what do you mean 'thank goodness'?! that's HORRIBLE!" "look. i've been through some stuff, okay"

serious answer? I doubt it, mainly because of stuff you wouldn't know about due to the secondhand knowledge thing:

the first time Jack met Aku in disguise (Ikra) he was fooled.

the "second time" that I've mentioned on my blog (Jill) is technically non-canon due to appearing in the comics, and not even the good comic line, it's the weird OOC comics that get the whole vibe of the setting wrong. so jill is good for fanfic, but not for serious media analysis of jack

the CANON second time Jack met Aku in disguise (the hermit) Jack saw through him immediately. so by then he'd gotten good at picking out aku

and there's a pattern to all Aku's disguises that Jack probably would've picked up on by the time he ran into Ashi:

he's stuck with the same color scheme: black and green, a bit of red and white. (if we decide to count jill, aku disguised himself further with makeup.)

and more applicable to Ashi's situation: whenever Aku disguises himself, it's to pretend to be a helper to Jack, acting sympathetic to his cause, usually to trick him into doing Aku's dirty work.

that does NOT apply to Ashi. When Jack met her, she was one of seven ninja assassins from an aku-worshiping cult wearing aku-ish masks. he killed one of them before realizing they were human. (woulda been physically impossible to kill aku.)

jack's previously fought aku "in human form" and aku could NOT resist the urge to cheat and use his superpowers—and that was when he'd agreed to restrain himself. if the cultists were aku—or one of them was aku—they wouldn't have restrained themselves to human powers while trying to kill jack, they would've pulled out the laser eyes from the get go.

so: ashi was an enemy, with human capabilities. jack only befriended her because he got lucky enough to knock her out and tied her up, and even then while tied up she spent a whole episode trying to kill him before he began to convince her that she'd been brainwashed since birth and actually aku was the bad guy. if she were aku, either 1) he would've pretended to be on jack's side from the start (rather than antagonizing him by singing aku's praises right after he'd killed all six of the other cultists), or 2) he would've just shapeshifted out of the chains and tried to kill jack.

and most importantly: at this point, jack had lost The One Sword Capable Of Killing Aku. the ONLY reason he hasn't seen aku in years is because aku thinks he still has it. aku's been exclusively sending assassins after jack—assassins that jack's been very good at stabbing—so he doesn't put himself within stabbing range. he wouldn't approach jack while he thinks he still has the sword... and even if he did, the moment he realized it was gone, he would've dropped the disguise and killed jack on the spot.

so ironically, ashi—all dressed up like aku, wearing her little aku cultist mask, hollering about how great aku is, trying to kill him in aku's name—was just about the LEAST likely person in the world to be aku in disguise.

[masterdetectivexx]

Hello ! What are your thoughts on the latest chapters 1144 - 1146 and what can we expect in upcoming chapters in your opinion?

Hello MasterDetective! This is probably the 1st time in DC history that audience probably know more about BO activities than Conan. We know who Rum is disguising as, we know about his eye condition & abilities he used to have using those eye and have gotten hints on his objectives. We have more details on what exactly happened in that 17 year old cold case than Conan. How much of it has Conan figured about all of this according to you? Thanks !

File 1144-1146 Review

The latest case was extremely promising and it delivered what we have all been waiting for,... Rum arc plot progression.

This case started off with Conan pondering over his recent triggered memories of Itakura Suguru and him trying to trace back what triggered them (File 1144). Already there, we got to see him recalling Eri and Ran's words in association with it, which I speculated could have played a significant role to those triggers in my File 1141-1143 Review other than the obvious "cat's cry" subject that Itakura had once mentioned in his diary.

This was then followed by Haibara interrupting his thought process and us once again having another Maria appearance, just in time as we are getting main plot development signaled to us. Something interesting that was said by Conan was the fact that he referenced the passing of a significant amount of time in the story. He referenced the last Maria case (File 1110-1112) and that 1 month had already passed since then. This is interesting, as it has always been understood that the overall DC story timeline is not gonna surprass a year (in order for the status quo to be preserved), so if 12 months is as long as the story plays out in-universe, then it means we are so far 9+ months (75%) finished of the story time-wise, since we know from the Vauxhall bridge case (File 1048-1050) that Mary's shrinking/London case took place at least 2 months ago ("a few months ago") and Mary mentioned back then that Conan started appearing soon after Shinichi's disappearance 6 months ago (so a total of at least 8 months has passed).

The actual meat of this case however was the reunion of Andre Camel (with the newly made-up cover "Ando Rekiya") and Wakita Kanenori (Rum). Both immediately found each familiar through out this case, and it ultimately lead to the cliffhanger of Wakita recalling his encounter with Camel 2 years ago during Rye's testing and him starting to suspect if Ando is Camel.

In terms of what I expect the follow-up of this ending will be, I don't think there will be any major consequences from this for Camel. There are a couple of reasons for this. First of all, it's too early for Camel to get fully/undoubtfully exposed, as this is literally his first case since he faked his death and it would break Gosho's pattern and set a completely new precedent for how quickly a major main plot setup case like the FBI serial murder (File 1061-1066), that established this status quo, would be undone. Secondly, the way this case ended on this sudden high-stake note without resolution is a classic Gosho misdirection build-up move that he does too frequently, which further suggest that there will be a twist in its continuation (that Rum gets convinced otherwise).

Now, as for how Rum's suspicions gets dispelled, I could see Conan's cover for Camel that he gave to Detective Boys coming back. When DB found him familar (File 1144), Conan introduced him with his alias and told them that he was in the recent Teitan alumni reunion (Akemi time capsule case, File 1070-1072).

If DB happens to return and reference this information about Ando to Wakita, it would be enough for Wakita, who was at the alumni reunion, to start talking himself out of the idea that Andre Camel somehow survived his fatal gunshot wounds that all of his subordinates witnessed, as he fell into deep water. All of this tension would then get averted, but perhaps with lingering queries in Rum about Ando (similar to Bourbon with Subaru in Betrayal case resolution, File 957).

A great prediction of how this cliffhanger potentially gets followed up was made by @Joey from Discord, where we could be leading into not only a flashback to Rye's exposure 2 years ago from Rum's POV, but also tie it together with something else that took place 2 years ago: Tequila's mission of ordering a software from Itakura Suguru.

I can immediately agree and see this great potential for a full flashback case here, where we see Camel's POV as he, Akai & FBI prepare their trap for Gin, and also where we see Rum's POV as he is managing Tequila's mission while planning Rye's loyalty test. This would then lead to the eventual Rye exposure, but also revelations of the behind-the-scenes that took place when Tequila's mission got transfered to Vermouth and the potential disputes/conflicts within the BO about that topic (especially if it relates to the hidden Boss). This flashback would then transition back to Wakita's reaction to Ando in the resolution chapter and resolve as mentioned before above.

This idea is extremely promising and it goes surprisingly well with everything that has been setup in this case, and it would continue the so-far-consistent Itakura software developments/hints that have been dropping since the previous case. Also, Gosho had teased in recent interviews that not only Camel, but also the FBI was gonna return soon (which would fit with if FBI appeared in the flashback case to 2 years ago). Gosho also revealed that the magazine cover for the issue that next case drops in will feature Rum, so all the more reason to have it center around his POV.

Something else that Gosho decided to happen was Rum getting his first glimpse at Haibara (Sherry), who was been completely shaken by the triggered BO sense since Wakita appeared (File 1144-1145).

Rum was immediately disarmed by that and seemed to just be at the brink of processing who he may have recognized before Conan came in and interrupted his thought process. This was a very close-call situation that could potentially bear fruit far into the future when Gosho intends to have Rum realize that APTX4869 had de-aged Sherry and Shinichi all along. Haibara was quick to dismiss Wakita ("sushi guy") as a threat once she was mislead to believe by DB that he was Conan's friend (File 1145). It did make me wonder if this was gonna carry any consequence, like for example Haibara daring to return with DB to where Wakita is and once again get triggered (but from afar) as Conan directly witnesses it (this time both of them affirms that Wakita has to be BO) or Wakita further interacting with DB (after they dispell his Camel suspicion) and asking them about missing Haibara in front of Conan.

Regardless, this leads me to the subject I have been meaning do discuss, and that's Conan's awareness and potential suspicions that he already has hidden at the moment about Wakita.

I have previously written my speculations on what Conan thinks about Wakita, and this case was essentially a goldmine of hints that confirmed my speculations that Conan has pretty much zero:ed in on Wakita as potentially being Rum.

The first hint we got was the aforementioned interruption of Wakita recognizing Haibara as Sherry (File 1145). Conan immediately interrupted him by asking him for a bandage in an unsuspecting manner, which was extremely convinient timing, suggesting it was intentional after having made note of Haibara's state at Wakita's presence. The second hint was how Conan explained off his usual smart observations to Takagi. Takagi immediately made note of the absence of crediting it to Kudo Shinichi, further highlighting Conan's off-routine behaviors, as if he is very suspicious of Wakita and intentionally being careful about mentioning the BO's recent investigational target, Kudo Shinichi (File 1145).

The last hint was how alert Conan was to Wakita's actions, as if he has been carefully observing his watchful eyes. After Wakita glared at Ando as Conan was conspiring with him, he later started noticing a slight off-sync in Ando's mouth movement with the voice and soon after realizing Conan's absence he had an lightning-suspicion that Conan could be relaying Ando's deduction directly and started rushing to where he located him, only to be presented by Conan's childish act of obliviously being interested in an ant line (File 1146). Conan's readiness to fool Wakita and beforehand relaying to Camel to take over the deduction if he stops talking is like the nail in the coffin to Conan's solid suspicion of Wakita being Rum undercover. While he doesn't know the intricate details about Rum (like past photographic memory through his snake-like eye, truly being Amanda's/Kohji's killer & "Time is money" petphrase), he has enough circumstantial evidence to make that connection (Wakita wearing an eyepatch, Asaka glaring at Wakita, Wakita's interest in a shogi piece & Wakita-Haibara's mutual reaction to each other). At the very least, he is definitely viewing him as an enemy from the BO.

Although Conan has fooled Wakita into thinking he is a normal smart kid (rather than an actual de-aged young adult), he is yet to realize how aware Wakita is of his true intelligence/competence, as further seen by how Wakita expected for Conan to be able to deduce things about the case by relaying indirect hints to him (File 1145).

Overall, this case was very good and had interesting tricks. It was refreshing to have Camel finish solving the case by deducing the rest by himself and be depicted as a competent agent intellectually (File 1146).

It was also nice to finally get a first canon glimpse at Ayumi's mother, who appeared in the background as Ayumi talked about her (File 1144). We'll have to wait and see when she gets a proper intro in the future.

[chocolatespringonion]

This onion has only a couple of minutes to spare so this will probably be a short one.

The premise would be the Clark Kent effect.

Homelander has had a rough day and needed a time off from The Seven, from Vought. He never really did it often, only after Maeve's comment "Wearing glasses is the best disguise you can use against the mass," Homelander did try.

Miraculously it did work and not a single person has asked him for even a single picture.

With this newfound knowledge, he sometimes sneaks off for a drink to blow off some steam, no one to watch him, nothing that he does will affect his rating, just peace and quiet for the evening.

Today was such day, he brought out his civilian clothes, wore a cap and glasses and he ordered whatever strongest drink the bar had. He had just finished a glass when he heard a new patron enter the bar, his ear immediately perked when he heard the new customer sat beside him.

Homelander thought the guy would order and leave but he stayed. Out of curiosity, he looked at the man beside him. Colour him surprised, it was Campbell, Hughie Campbell. The same Hughie who would turn into a nervous wreck whenever Homelander was near and the one and only Butcher's number 1 loyal puppy.

Hughie smiled when he saw Homelander watching him, "Hey, can I get you a drink?"

If Homelander could, he would've fallen off the chair. Thankfully almost nothing could break is composure.

Seeing the blonde's lack of response, Hughie became more nervous than before, "I-I just saw you from across the bar and—You seem like a good guy."

Homelander internally frowns at the word good guy, that's the opposite of what the normal Campbell would say to him. But still if this is his attempt at flirting how in the world did he get Starlight to fall for him.

"I'm Hughie. Can I get your name?" The taller of the two pulled out his hand for the blonde to shake but his determination faltered when Homelander left him hanging.

Homelander stilled for a while, confused why Campbell was asking for his name until he remembered he was in disguise. He didn't expect mere glasses would change his appearance so much that one of the people who persistently try to take him down unable to recognize him.

With Hughie's kicked puppy appearance, Homelander decides to entertain the younger man, "John."

The moment Homelander said his name, Hughie Campbell fucking glowed. As if he became the happiest man alive by simply hearing John's name.

Afterwards Hughie became chatty the entire night. Homelander had expected himself to ran out of patience halfway but he unconsciously engaged with the younger man and even lost track of time.

Drinking the last glass for the night, Homelander was about to leave. Hughie seems to notice this and pulled gently on the blonde's jacket, "L-Look, I know it's only been a few hours but I really like you. It's just– the moment I saw you, you were everything I want and more. Sorry, it's a cheesy way to say you're my type."

He figured that Hughie was actively flirting with him the entire night, at first he enjoyed the irony but then he really liked the time they spent together.

"Can I see you again?"

Again with the puppy dog eyes. No wonder Starlight didn't mind spending a fortune to give this guy the Believe Expo pass. Homelander scoffed how much of a simp she was towards Hughie.

"Tomorrow, eight pm." He is not doing this because he is interested nor did he fall for the Campbell boy, he is simply doing this to enjoy the look on the boy's face when he suddenly found out he was pursuing the person he has been trying to take down. It's different.

With that, Homelander left the bar and went back to the tower leaving a lovestruck Hughie that's still watching the closed door where he left from.

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A few hours earlier:

Hughie laid his head flat on the table, tired and still saddened by yesterday's event. Annie had told him, she needed space and they should break up while explicitly said they are still friends despite their separation.

The other's, especially Butcher seemed irritated by his pity party and evicted him from their base until he finally got over his breakup. He had no where to go and it was cold outside so he decided to go to the nearest bar.

When he entered and saw the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, sitting alone by the bar table, an empty glass in front of him, despite the thick glasses Hughie could see how blue the blonde's eyes was. Frankly speaking, He was matching Hughie's type to a T.

He shouldn't let this opportunity pass him by, so he went and sat beside the blonde and immediately felt giddy when the other's eyes finally fall onto him.

"Hey, can I get you a drink?"

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A few weeks later:

Butcher: The flying cunt's acting weird.

Kimiko: *types on her phone* What do you mean?

Butcher: Can't put my finger on it, but you noticed him looking at Hughie strangely?

Kimiko: *shakes head and typed* I'm more worried about Hughie, he's been sneaking off at night.

Butcher: He seemed fine to me.

Kimiko: *rolled her eyes and left*

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

"Eddie Redmayne Reveals the Surprising Reason Behind Why 'The Day of the Jackal' Is His First TV Series"

Collider, May 30, 2025. Photo by Marcel Pitti/Peacock.

Eddie Redmayne's major TV roles can be counted on one hand. The award-winning actor is best known for his work in films such as Les Misérables, The Danish Girl, and Fantastic Beasts. He has worked in film for decades, but he took on a TV role in last year's television adaptation of Frederick Forsyth's book, The Day of the Jackal. Playing the titular character, The Jackal, Redmayne swam in different waters than he was normally used to, bringing different aspects of the character to life. "This particular character just sang to me. I signed on after reading three episodes," the actor told Deadline about taking on a role in a different medium. "I helped produce, which was riveting in its own way," Redmayne continued.

"It's also a genre that I love. I've never had the opportunity to kind of play but also, as you [the interviewer] say, the character is an actor, so you get ... it's like an actor's playground, right? You get to do accents, you get to do languages, you get to do prosthetics, you get to do physical stuff. It's amazing," he added. However, the experience did not pass without challenges because The Jackal is known for changing any aspect to blend in, and that includes languages. "I don't speak a word of German . . . . I did it phonetically with this brilliant woman named Simone," Redmayne said, while speaking about some of the challenging aspects of the role.

Eddie Redmayne Will Be Back for 'The Day of the Jackal' Season 2.

Redmayne's efforts did not go to waste, as the show was a huge hit and earned a renewal soon after its premiere. Seventy-five days later, The Day of the Jackal Season 1 was crowned Peacock's most-watched original drama series in the streaming platform's history. Redmayne will once again disguise himself as The Jackal, who is on a more personal mission this time around. "There’s some serious bit of unfinished business,” executive producer Gareth Neame told The Hollywood Reporter while teasing Season 2's direction. "We actually know what his priority is, in terms of what his next mission will be. He’s trying to find [his family]. Whether he does or not, let’s see," he added, referencing the Season 1 finale that left The Jackal scrambling to locate his wife after she ran away.

"[We want fans] to root for it and wanting to come back, but without it being something that outstays its welcome and indeed loses its edge. We want to keep the show as surprising and edgy and twisty and turning as it’s been so far," Neame said while addressing the show's longevity issue.

Season 2 is yet to begin production.

[folliesandfolderols]

Recently returned to England from an extended Grand Tour, the Honorable Timothy Drake is immediately called to Stephanie Brown’s aid. To help his childhood companion, the alpha must once again don the disguise he left behind on his travels and play highwayman to recover a family heirloom. However, omega Lord Damian Wayne, the intended victim of Tim’s robbery scheme, is hardly one to simply allow his belongings to be ransacked by a common criminal. From the moment they meet, sparks fly between the two. And soon, their worlds become even more entangled, for the Duke of Gotham has invited Tim to court his youngest son. Now Tim must please a notoriously difficult omega while still working to secretly reclaim Stephanie’s property. As Tim finds himself ever more intrigued, he knows that at some point his deception must be revealed. If only he could find the right way to bare his heart to Lord Damian...

Pairing: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne Rating: Teen Words: 27,566

This is my fourth and final fic for TimDami Week 2024! Written for the December 2 prompts "Omegaverse | Identity Porn."

Excerpt under the cut.

The Honorable Timothy Drake checked once more to be certain his mask covered his face and adjusted his grip on his pistol. This wasn’t the first time he’d played highwayman, though it would be the last if all went well tonight. It was the first occasion upon which he’d engaged in such nocturnal pursuits within a day’s ride of London. He’d be damned if his mother caught wind of it at this late date.

Not that the Earl of Bellingham had cared to know what her son and heir did while out of her sight until fairly recently. Raising children was omegas’ work. As long as Tim showed up when summoned and made the appropriate noises until he could escape, Jack Drake considered himself an exemplary parent, and Tim did nothing to disabuse him of the notion, so Janet Drake had been satisfied. However, Tim was lately returned from an extensive voyage, and both his parents were paying closer attention than usual.

His gelding, Redbird, shifted restlessly beneath him and whickered. Tim ran a soothing hand down the proud curve of his chestnut neck. His tack, padded and painted black, made no sound and reflected no light in the full moon. Another risk he’d chosen to take tonight: Redbird could be recognized by someone familiar with his mother’s stable. His blaze was currently covered with a harmless temporary dye Tim had concocted himself to match the rest of his coat, as were his two stockings, but his lines were memorable to anyone with an eye for horseflesh. Fortunately the Bellingham stables were significantly more depleted than they’d been a decade before, and attracted far less interest from outsiders.

Redbird danced to the side a few steps, letting Tim know his impatience with all the standing. He always grew more recalcitrant when Tim approached his ruts, as if the predator within his body signaled the horse to avoid becoming prey. He’d kept his mount fresh and now must pay the price while awaiting his target.

In the distance, a thunderous rumble heralded the well-sprung carriage of the Duke of Gotham, currently making the long journey to Town from his sprawling Yorkshire country estate. Despite the duke’s reputation for dissipation, His Grace would never have traveled on a Sunday. No, this would be his son, Lord Damian Wayne, flouting his reputation as half a foreigner and a whole heathen. Tim preferred circumspection, himself, but he understood the desire to thumb one’s nose at gossip by embracing the accusations. Traveling at night, however, was a particularly foolhardy course of action, as Lord Damian was about to find out.

The heavy cloud cover thinned just enough for Tim to catch a glimpse of Miss Stephanie Brown’s pale skin on the opposite side of the road, mostly hidden under the dark plain clothes they’d both donned for tonight’s exercise in idiocy. She rode a mare so black she nearly appeared purple in the shadows overlaying her coat. Ricochet technically belonged to Bellingham, but Stephanie’s mother managed the country estate’s home farm, and Stephanie herself had as good as raised the animal.

Steph gave Tim a nod of acknowledgement and lifted her pistol, reins gathered in her free hand.

The coach rounded the bend, black with gold appointments muted in the darkness of the night. Tim tapped his spurs to Redbird’s sides. Delighted to finally be given permission to move, the gelding practically leapt to the center of the road and spun in a pirouette just to show off. Stephanie drew abreast of him. Together, they leveled their pistols at the rapidly approaching team of horses and yelled, “Stand and deliver!”

The coach didn’t even slow.

“Tim, what shall we do should they refuse to stop?” Stephanie asked.

“Never worry.” Tim took aim and fired. The coachman’s hat went flying off his head into the night. His horses, a beautifully matched set of pure blacks, did their best to shy and rear at the noise, though their harness largely forbade it. Tim succeeded in his goal; they drew to a halt just before they would have run over their would-be robbers.

The coachman shook his head and called, “You’re mad, th’ both of you! Nowt but pain if you open th’ door. On tha’ own head be it.” The footman sitting next to him grinned without stirring a muscle.

Well, that was a first, as was the lack of armed guards. Tim didn’t dare look at his companion, but he did tuck his spent pistol away and bring out his sword before cantering forward to reach for the coach door.

Before he could open the latch, the door flew wide. He jerked back just in time to avoid being struck in the face, and Redbird stepped back too in startlement, thus saving him from the blade protruding from the inside of the carriage. A wave of frankincense scent poured from the coach, a common masking technique of high-society omegas.

“How pathetic,” purred a silky voice from the dark interior. Polished steel pointed straight at Tim’s nose, growing closer as the person holding the weapon slowly leaned out the door. “Though I must express my gratitude. This trip’s proven deadly dull. Killing you will enliven it considerably.”

Lord Damian disembarked from his carriage with a careless hop and advanced, blade at the ready.

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[ballsandbabes]

My godess of war

authors note: y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: reno ichikawa x fem! narumi!reader

summary: reader is gens sister and the local tech genius at the defense base. So when crisis hits, shes out of office to rescue her sweetheart. Doing so shes under the watch of her ever so protecting broter.

genre: romance, angst, fluff

word count: round about 6k

Reno had long heard a lot about Narumi's little sister before he met her. Mostly from Gen himself—though “heard” might’ve been generous. It was more like loud complaints disguised as warnings:

“She’s too smart for her own good.” “Don’t get cocky just because she smiles. She’s brutal.” “If I see you flirting, I will break your kneecaps.”

So naturally, when Reno was due to receive his upgraded defense suit, and a tech officer in a sharp black uniform stepped into the room, he braced for someone intimidating, cold, and terrifying.

Instead, he got you. Clipboard in one hand, stylus twirling in the other, with warm eyes and a crooked grin that didn't match your reputation at all.

“Reno Ichikawa?,” you asked, peering up at him.

“Yes, ma’am—uh—Officer—,” he said all nervous. You laughed. “No need to be nervous. Just call me Y/n, I am your suit supervisor. if there is anything wrong with your suit, please contact me immediately. Oh and Narumi’s rules don’t apply down here.”

That… immediately made his ears go pink.

The suit you handed him fit perfectly. You watched carefully as he tested the flex range and core charge, murmuring little approval sounds as you took notes.

“You’ve got solid sync potential,” you said, almost like it was a secret.

“I—thank you. You built this?,” he asked, hoping to shift your conversation back to you talking.

“Helped design it,” you shrugged and laughed, “I’m kind of a big deal.”

He blinked. Was that… flirting? You grinned, almost smug. “I’m kidding. Mostly.”

Oh no, it was flirting. And it was working.

___ _ _ _

Over the next few months, Reno found more reasons than necessary to bring his suit in for diagnostics:

“Left gauntlet feels a bit tight.” “Core coolant’s off by 0.2. Probably nothing but…” “You around?”

You always were. And every time, you teased a little. Asked about his combat reports. Let your fingers brush against his glove when you handed it back. Reno was head-over-heels in denial, and everyone knew it—except maybe Gen, who Reno was terrified of.

“You two are disgusting,” Kafka said one day, watching you both laugh over a coffee spill during a break.

“They’re like puppies,” Mina added, smirking. Even Kikoru cracked a smile,“Just kiss already.”

___ _ _ _

Weeks had gone by and you were busy at work with the occasional visit from Reno. Which, admittedly, you were always very happy about. Your latest task was the D-1, a new combat suit designed to withstand the huge Kaijus. It had to be stronger and yet light, which presented you with a challenge. But your peaceful laboratory/workshop routine was disrupted by an emergency call-out. Emila, your colleague, was ill, which is why they wanted to take you to the control centre to maintain and monitor the combat suits.

The mission had started normal. Reno was running support for Narumi’s unit, covering a Kaiju emergence zone just outside the coastal ring. Low-level threat. Easy sweep.

Until it wasn’t. Until a Category-6, malformed and unpredictable, burst from the ground with no warning. Multiple limbs. Acidic spray. Reno barely had time to get out a warning.

And then—Boom.

The signal dropped. Screams on the comms.

And then silence.

You heard it all from the control tower. You dropped your tablet. Your blood went cold. And then you ran.

You weren’t supposed to be in the field. You weren’t a soldier anymore. You were a strategist. A tech officer. A specialist. But when you saw Reno’s body on the battlefield—bleeding, breathing, but motionless—something in you snapped. You dropped beside him.

He coughed, trying to lift his head, “Y/n—don’t—”

You looked up. The Kaiju roared. And you rose like fire. You used Reno’s own backup weapons. You hijacked Narumi’s disabled gear. And you slaughtered the Kaiju, responsible for Renos severe injuries.

It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t protocol. You were a blur of metal, rage, and screams. No one dared get in your way. It felt like watching an angry deity destroy those who had angered her. It was brutal, it was bloody, it was violent.

___ _ _ _

Reno woke up in the med bay. You were sitting next to his bed, bruised and bandaged but very much alive. He blinked at you,“Hey.”

You looked up, teary-eyed,“…You idiot.”

“I missed you too,” he rasped. You tried to scold him. You really did. But he reached out, took your hand, and whispered,“Thanks for saving me.”

You swallowed. Then leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. “You don’t get to die on me, Ichikawa.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he gave you a weak smile.

___ _ _ _

Reno knew something was wrong when Gen Narumi walked into the medical bay with that very specific scowl that meant one of two things:

He’d been forced to go to a briefing he didn’t care about.

He’d just found out something he wasn’t supposed to.

Spoiler: It was the second one.

You were sitting on the edge of Reno’s bed, grinning over a warm cup of instant miso soup, chatting about Kaiju suit refinements. Reno had just made a joke about renaming your custom design the “Y/N Protocol,” and you’d laughed—actually laughed, with a little scrunch of your nose that made Reno’s heart skip like a busted reactor.

That’s when Narumi walked in. His eyes locked on your hand. Which was on Reno’s shoulder. His jaw ticked. Reno blinked,“Captain Narumi! I—I mean, Gen. Sir. Captain—”

You didn’t even flinch,“Gen. Unless you’ve brought snacks or medical clearance, please use the door like a normal person.”

“You—”, Narumi pointed at Reno,“Are too close.”

You smiled sweetly,“He’s concussed and adorable. I’m monitoring his mental status.”

Narumi sputtered, “Mental status my a—”

Then you stood up. Silent. Tall. And very, very full of quiet, simmering rage. Narumi froze. Even the monitor in the room beeped slower.

“I tore a Kaiju’s face off yesterday,” you said calmly, “With a broken exosuit, a busted arm, and someone else’s knife.”

“…Right,” Narumi said slowly.

“I also saved your precious rookie,” you further explained.

“Uh-huh.”

“So unless you want me to demonstrate again, maybe zip it?,” you told your brother. Reno tried not to laugh. Tried real hard. Failed.

___ _ _ _Later That Day...

The command tower was quiet. Reno had snuck in to watch the mission playback footage—half out of curiosity, half out of guilt for not seeing more of the fight. He found the clip. You. In your field gear. Ripped sleeves. Bloodied gloves. And a death glare that could melt titanium. The Kaiju roared. You roared louder. Reno’s mouth fell open as you jumped—actually jumped—on the thing’s back and drove a jagged piece of debris through its eye with a snarl.

“Holy—,” escaped his mouth. The camera glitched as you landed, panting, covered in kaiju blood, and standing tall like some kind of mythological avenger. Reno slowly took off his headset,“…That’s hot.”

Kafka walked past behind him with a coffee,“Told you. Shes a goddess of war.”

___ _ _ _

You knocked on Reno’s door, carrying new diagnostic patches for his arms.

“You good?,” you asked softly. He nodded, then smirked as you stepped in.

“So,” he said slowly, watching you set the kit down, “I saw the playback of the mission.”

Your ears turned red, looking away, “Oh no...its kinds embarrassing...I totally flipped. ”

“Oh yes,” he reassured you. You groaned, “It wasn’t that bad.”

Reno leaned back with a dreamy sigh, “Y/n Narumi, Goddess of War and Suit Specialist. Kaiju-slaying menace. Soft-hearted tech genius. Slasher of monsters. Slayer of hearts.”

You smacked his shoulder,“Stop it.”

“I mean it,” he said, laughing but earnest now, “You were… incredible.”

You sat down beside him, suddenly shy. “You’re not scared of me?”

He looked at you. Really looked, “I think I’m kind of in love with you, actually.”

You blinked, “…You say that so easily.”

“I’ve been flirting for months, and you’re just noticing?,” he asked with a grin on his face. Your cheeks flushed. “I just…,” you whispered, eyes flicking to his,“Didn’t want to risk messing this up.”

He took your hand gently, no teasing now,“You won’t. Promise.”

Outside the door, Mina casually slapped Gen’s arm as they eavesdropped.

“She is terrifying,” Gen muttered.

“She deserves someone who gets that,” Mina made a point.

___ _ _ _

It all started with a very formal, very polite text from Reno.

✉️ [Reno Ichikawa]: Would you like to go on a real, proper date with me? Not in a medbay, not in the control tower, and not while dodging Kaiju appendages?

You smiled when you read it, cheeks warm.

✉️ [You]: Depends. Will there be food?

✉️ [Reno]: There will be food. Also flowers. And an escape plan if my nerves go nuclear.

✉️ [You]: Then yes, Captain Ichikawa. It’s a date.

And then came the day of your date: Saturday evening. You chose something light and flowy, not too flashy but still enough to make Reno’s jaw hit the floor when he picked you up at the dorm gates.

“Whoa,” he breathed, “You look…”

“Like I can bench-press a Kaiju heart and still make it fashion?,” you offered with a grin.

He laughed, “Exactly that.”

You strolled into the night—he took you to a tucked-away dumpling place on the edge of the city, followed by a walk under flickering lanterns and neon signs. You talked about nonsense and everything: missions, dumb training stories, your mutual trauma from Narumi’s lectures, your favorite comic books.

And then—

“Hey,” Reno murmured, looking at you softly,“I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Like what?,” you asked.

“Like I’m about to get drop-kicked by your brother the second I try to kiss you,” he admitted, ruining your hopes of him saying something cute. You blinked,“Why would—”

Then came the rustling from behind the bushes. You both turned. Out stepped Gen, in civilian clothes, holding a very obvious cup of bubble tea and wearing sunglasses at night.

“Nice night, huh?,” he said flatly.

“Gen,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Fancy seeing you two alone. In public,” he said bluntly.

“Are you following us?,” you asked your brother with a hint of madness in your voice.

“I’m chaperoning. You’re welcome,” he smiled.

___ _ _ _

Back at the base: Mina watched from the control screens with a smirk. Kafka wheezed from laughter, “He’s literally stalking them. Reno looks like he’s gonna throw up.”

Kikoru rolled her eyes, “Narumi needs to chill before he makes it worse.”

“I think he already did,” Mina said.

On screen, you were dragging Gen by the ear into a corner of the plaza. Reno waited awkwardly by the lantern booth, buying extra skewers.

“You are ruining my date,” you growled at your brother.

“I’m protecting you,” Gen replied, somehow sipping his tea smugly, “You’re still my baby sister.”

“I killed a kaiju barehanded!,” you defended yourself.

“You’re still baby,” he stated. You rubbed your temples, “If you don’t walk away right now, I’ll reprogram your entire suit to glitch every time you blink.”

Narumi paused. Then very, very slowly began walking away.

“…Have her back by 22:00,” he muttered behind his shoulder at Reno.

“I’m literally older than him,” you hissed.

“I’M JUST SAYING,” Gen shouted.

___ _ _ _Sometime Later.

Reno walked you back, laughing the whole way, “I swear, I thought he was gonna pull out a shotgun and start polishing it.”

“You’re lucky he likes you,” you grumbled.

“He likes me?,” Reno asked as if you just made a joke.

“He hasn’t drop-kicked you yet, right?,” you teased.

“…Fair point.”

You stopped in front of your dorm gate. He held your hand, gently brushing his thumb over your knuckles. You looked up at him, and this time, no brother, no Kaiju, no control tower stood in the way.

“Can I—?” he asked softly.

You leaned in. And finally, finally kissed him. Sweet. Warm. Soft. A little awkward. Perfect. When you pulled away, he exhaled like he hadn’t breathed all night, “I can’t believe I’m dating Narumi’s sister.”

“I can’t believe you call me Goddess of War in front of my coworkers,” you laughed.

“I’m proud!” he said, laughing. “You earned that title!”

You smiled against his chest as he pulled you in, “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re mine,” he whispered, “Kaiju-slaying, suit-building, big brother-scaring mine.”

BONUS:

Third Division HQ – Morning: Mina Ashiro stood in front of the control screens, arms folded, watching the subtle but building tension between you and Reno—those shy glances, lingering touches, the blushing when fingers brushed over data tablets during maintenance checks. She sighed.

"These two need a proper moment alone before they combust," she muttered.

Kikoru sipped her coffee, “You know what that means.”

Mina smirked, “It’s time to call in Bexx.” The only person who could control this VChaos. Bexx was an old friend of Mina's whom she had met during her training days. A strong, smart and beautiful young woman with the rank of Tactical Commander of the Sniper Group.

Two hours later: A black, military-grade SUV pulled up to base. Out stepped Bexx—tall, toned, with long dark brown hair, slicked back into a confident, effortless ponytail. Combat boots. Long coat. Sunglasses. And the attitude of a woman who knew she could get Narumi to do her laundry with one look. She walked in like she owned the place. And Gen—grumpy, arrogant, cocky Captain Narumi—lit up like a retriever seeing his favorite toy.

“…Bexx?,” he blinked. She raised a brow,“Yes...Did I stutter?”

“Yes—NO. I mean, no. Ma’am. Hi,” Narumi excalimed. Reno leaned over to you. “Wait...Did he just salute?”

You grinned, “He’s so whipped.”

“Don’t sass me,” Narumi muttered, already fixing his posture under Bexx’s glare,“She does scary things to my blood pressure.”

Lounge Area – 14:00h: The entire Third Division sat around, watching the show unfold. Narumi followed Bexx around like a well-trained soldier, carrying her bag, refilling her water, and at one point, massaging her shoulders while she read reports.

"Why do you let her boss you around like that?," Kafka asked, snorting. Narumi looked confused, “She’s not bossing. I’m helping.”

Mina, smug as ever, leaned back in her chair,“He is such a lovesick puppy for her.”

Kikoru,“And he wags his tail.”

You were laughing so hard you had to grip the table.

___ _ _ _

Hallway – Late Afternoon

You were walking back from the lab with Reno, arms brushing, laughter dying into a warm silence. Just as he was about to maybe take your hand, Bexx came strolling past—Narumi trailing dutifully behind with her iced water in hand.

As she passed you, she flashed a quick, subtle wink. A smirk, too. As if to say: “I got you two covered. Go get your man.”

Reno blinked,“Did she just—”

“Yep,” you giggled. Reno chuckled,“Is she always like that?”

“Only when she’s on a mission,” you replied happily.

Mission: Operation Alone Time – SUCCESS

That evening, the entire Third Division was mysteriously called away for “routine evaluations.” Narumi was busy cooking for his girlfriend in his quarters like a very stressed house husband.

And you? You were alone on the tower balcony with Reno, finally. No interruptions. No kaiju. Just stars above, a soft breeze—and Reno shyly brushing a lock of hair behind your ear before leaning in for a kiss.

“You know,” you whispered, “I think I love Bexx.”

He smiled against your lips. “Me too.”

[sunny6677]

Epic: The Musical, but Odysseus is an asshole.

Summary:

Odysseus, the King of Ithaca, is determined to get back home alive, for both his wife, and.. well.. son—I guess. But in his long, disastrous adventure with many encounters of monsters and God's alike—the many strange characters Odysseus meet all have to deal with one thing while facing him: He's an asshole.

Chapter 5: Full Speed Ahead. (Part 1.)

(Only warning is Ody is kind of a dickhead to Eury—)

@av-the-art1st @professional-procrastinating @rebootgrimm

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"Finally.."

Odysseus uttered that word with such a relieved breath, he shut his eyes and felt content rise in his chest. He felt the damp, humid air overwhelm his body—and let his eyes open to flutter to the endless blue of the sky. His dark brown hair waved into the winds, and he clenched his muscular hands onto the line of the ships bow.

Surprisingly, the war had been won by the Greeks, and Helen of Troy had been returned to her ever so yearning Menelaus. Which was a good thing. He could finally leave to Ithaca and not be around such a fool for any longer. But, he hadn't exactly thought Menelaus would actually win. After all, why have faith in such a dramatic and worthless man as he? He was the reason nothing ever went right half the time, and Odysseus was always forced to help. If anything, it was better that Menelaus stayed by Helen's side for the rest of his life so he wouldn't bother anyone ever again.

Other than the fact that Menelaus was happy again with his ever-so-beautiful Helen (whom was Penelope's cousin, so Odysseus somewhat knew her—being related to his Penelope was the only worth she really had to him though), Hector had died to the hands of Achilles after the Prince of Troy had slain Patroclus unknowingly—and in a furious rage, Achilles had ran into the scene and desecrated the Prince. Patroclus had disguised himself as Achilles, for they had suggested such a thing to keep the golden-haired son of Thetis safe—but—obviously, it didn't go well.

Such a tragic fate—the supposed, brave soldier—born from the blood of both Goddess and Mortal. If Odysseus cared for Achilles, he'd perhaps feel some sadness at the tragedy, but the rather arrogant and prideful young man he'd been forced to deal with mattered little to him. So, the only emotion Odysseus really felt at the entire thing was a sort of.. relief ("At the very least, they shall rest together in the Underworld, where no one else among Mother Gaia will have to bear them," Odysseus had said himself, when asked about the two after their deaths).

..regardless of how he felt, or what the outcome of this war was, it was of no use anymore to think of such people. He'd be home soon, to his Penelope.

As he looked out at the vast sea while the ship moved, he briefly turned his head. Behind him were his army of men—six-hundred of them in total wondering about the ship, attending to their duties and murmuring amongst themselves. Perimedes speaking with an obnoxious ship while walking on the line of the ship and putting himself at risk (as per usual). Elpenor watching, seeming mildly worried, but amused as he crossed his arms. More men engaged in different shenanigans, all one's Odysseus recognized due to being stuck with them for so long.

The more the King of Ithaca thought about it, it'd also be a relief to be away from his men. They at least listened to him—unlike a certain war general who sacrificed his own daughter to a God. But, at the same time, they were obnoxious, loud, and frankly—a displeasure to be around. Perhaps the happiness he sometimes felt around them was only the result of people finally listening to him for a change. Or at least, getting a position of power in this war over some people. Control was a fun thing, after all, especially when you could make people do things just for your entertainment alone.

Odysseus turned his head away from them. As fun as it'd be to get back home, there were troubles ahead. Monsters, God's, and the like. Things he could easily deal with, but that would waste his time. A fear of his journey being delayed stabbed at his heart, for he did not know of what would come.

And, yet.. usually, with him, things seemed to go right. Only with him, anyway. A journey like this wouldn't be hard, so long as people listened to him, and so long as he did not falter.

Calmness washed over his heart again. As he gazed out onto the sky again, he raised his head. His wife's beautiful, pale face came to him again in a vision—her onyx eyes being what he longed to see again more than anyone else. He'd been waiting to see her for so long. Whatever happened, he'd do anything it took to get back to the one person in the world who didn't annoy him.

Penelope of Sparta, Penelope—his wife, Penelope, Queen of Ithaca.

He could not wait to be back with her. And..

..er..

They—she had a son with him, did they not? What was—Telegonus? Telemochi?

He tried to think of it, but the name didn't come to him. After a few moments, he let out a sigh. He hadn't exactly cared to remember the name of that thing Penelope had given birth to. But, at the same time, Penelope always seemed to get rather upset when he said the wrong name.

He'd ask someone the name of the child later. They usually always answered him, giving him confused or somewhat judgemental stares. And always, he'd move on quickly to whatever else he was doing, forgetting the name of the shrieking thing he had to look after back at home. It too was waiting for him in a way.

At the very least, Penelope awaited him with it.

He flickered his gaze up, and leaned against the part of the ship where he stood, letting his chin rest tiredly upon his palm. Quietly, he rasped—

"At the very least, we are moving quickly. I shall be back to her soon."

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"Captain."

Odysseus hadn't moved at all in minutes, or perhaps a few hours since he stood in the same position—unmoving, and muttering nonsense if he felt like someone was talking to him (pretending as if he were actually listening). But, the second that low voice filled his ears, he knew his peace had been over.

A stern ball of annoyance formed in his chest, and he turned with an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, Eurylochus?"

The taller, muscular man stood with furrowed brows—clenching his fists one he stopped approaching. Broad-shouldered, deep-voiced, calm. You'd be surprised to find out that this man was usually the most irritating to deal with out of all of the men in his army. Always complaining about the chances of survival they'd have, or doubting him when he was trying to conduct a scheme for something.

Always, no matter what had come, Eurylochus seemed to be the only one complaining.

So, Odysseus listened, ready to hear whatever Eurylochus had go complaining if this time. Was it the danger of something? Was he yet again doubting a command Odysseus had given? Was he doubting their survival?

Eurylochus paused, and spoke with a firm tone of voice. "There are six hundred men on this ship, six hundred men to feed and keep safe. But, we have run out of supplies for us to feast upon."

..survival, it was.

Odysseus repressed a sigh, furrowing his brows as he fixed a glare upon Eurylochus. Eurylochus shifted his gaze, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his head. It was a bit odd, seeing such a normally stoic and serious man nervous—yet it was frustrating still to hear him complaining yet again. For what could he have been nervous for? Odysseus wasn't even a bad captain. They'd be fine!

Eurylochus went silent again, and then spoke again, stammering slightly. "There are.. there are six hundred men, and there are many reasons we have to do whatever we can to survive. We must find a way to get food. Otherwise, surely, we will starve."

"..uh-huh." Odysseus muttered tiredly.

The stronger man blinked—Eurylochus' lips quivered. "So.. is there a plan you have, Captain?"

Odysseus let himself think. As his eyes flickered upward, trying to think of some excuse or plan on the spot so Eurylochus would leave him be, a black shape flew within the sky—seeming to only be a shadow of a figure, before his eyes adjusted to the white feathers he could faintly see. A dove—flying overhead. Somehow in the middle of the sea.

..that was probably a sign of some sort, but Odysseus cared not to think of how to interpret it right now.

He turned his head back down, and his mind began to form a lazy idea for a plan. Something that would sound intelligent. Something that would ease Eurylochus and make him flee.

He rasped, and pointed upward where the dove had flown. "Tell them all to watch the birds, and to move in the direction they fly. Wherever they go, there will be land. And wherever they go, there shall be food." Odysseus gestured with his hands, furrowing his brows as he frowned. "When we find land, we shall hunt there."

Eurylochus pondered this, and tried to speak. "I—"

"No.." Odysseus held up a hand, as if stopping him from speaking. His other hand resting over his face, "..we're not gonna die if we go there, Eurylochus. Stop doubting me."

Eurylochus seemed baffled, stammering at the shock of Odysseus not even letting him finish. "I wasn't—I wasn't even going to say we would—"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." Odysseus waved his hand dismissively, and turned. He let himself gaze back out at the sea. "We'll be fine, man. Just go get the others and tell them what I told you."

"But—but, Captain, I—"

"No, you don't." Odysseus sighed more heavily. "Now go."

Eurylochus went silent, but softly spoke, sounding as if he had been holding back the urge to retaliate.

"..understood, Captain."

Odysseus did not see him leave, but he heard Eurylochus turn against the boards of the ship below, and heard his footsteps become faint, as did his voice—speaking to the other members of the crew in a much more stern tone.

Odysseus let out a long grunt of exhaustion, and he nearly laid against the ship as his irritated thoughts wondered. At least for now, Eurylochus would be occupied again, and he'd leave him be. He didn't.. necessarily hate or dislike Eurylochus, but of all the men upon this ship, he had been the most unnecessary nuisance of them all. The only man who had not been so much of a nuisance was.. Poleets, or—Political. Whatever his name was. But, even he could be a little annoying at times.

..yet, now that they were getting food, their journey would be a bit delayed. As Odysseus had feared. Not that delayed, but it hadn't gone without interruptions as Odysseus hoped it would.

Odysseus shut his eyes, grumbling as built up pressure formed more within his body.

When they found land, or wherever they'd hunt, he'd rush his men through the process if he had to. But, he was not going go be held back from his home, not his wife any longer than that.

The ship moved onward, and Odysseus stood without moving, letting the rest of the crew chatter amongst themselves—acting upon the commands Eurylochus had given them on behalf of Odysseus.

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - mentions of cheating

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 13

Matt joined me two weeks later. Little was said on the night of his return. We exchanged forced smiles. Luckily, there were a lot of familiar faces around and this helped disguise the awkwardness of the moment.

After everyone left, Matt and I finally had to face each other. He walked up to me, took my face in his hands, looked into my eyes, and said, “It’s over, y/nn. I swear to you. It’s over.”

I didn’t speak. I just listened carefully as he continued. “I guess I got caught up in a situation that was out of hand from the beginning. She and I come from two different worlds. I don’t like being exploited. I can’t live like that. Don’t get me wrong. She’s a nice girl, but not for me.”

I didn’t want to hear any more. I looked up at him, half-listening to what he was saying and at the same time asking myself how I could go on, knowing that the future would bring only more temptations for him. Love was much more complicated than I had ever imagined.

The silence between the two of us continued until Matt had had enough and said, “Let’s forget it. Forgive me, please.” Then, with that little-boy look that always seemed to capture my heart, he said, using Flip Wilson’s favorite Geraldine line, “I guess the devil made me do it!”

I agreed.

I would be a little more skeptical now.

And there was still one more matter to take care of. I walked into his bathroom, went through his makeup kit, and pulled out a telegram I knew he’d received earlier. It simply read, i just don’t understand—scoobie. It was from Julia Ernst. I knew it. Scoobie was a name she had given herself, he confessed later. That line was also the title of the first hit record she’d recorded in the early sixties. Obviously, Matt had totally disassociated himself from her, cutting off their ties.

“It bothers me knowing it’s there,” I said. I simply tore it to shreds and with total gratification flushed it down the toilet.

“Not too much goes by you, does it, Little One? For such a little girl, you’re a typical woman.” He was laughing. “I guess I’ve got to keep on my toes.”

I returned his smile but thought: No, I’m the one who has to keep on her toes. After the ordeal with Julia Ernst, I still suspected that there were other women.

Occasionally I’d read or hear about Matt romancing his latest leading lady. I’d see press-released pictures of them riding down Sunset Boulevard on his new motorcycle or hear about a new car he’d bought for a young starlet just before they’d started shooting a picture. There was always room for doubt. It was difficult to differentiate between gossip and fact, and I’d get crazed with worry.

Before I started traveling with Matt on a permanent basis, I discovered notes and cards tucked away on a shelf in his closet, notes that read, “I had a wonderful time, Honey, thanks for the evening.” Or, “When are we going to get together again? It’s been two days, and I miss you.” When I voiced my suspicions, he denied everything and accused me of “imagining things.” He told me I was ridiculous for believing the gossip columnists. Yet I couldn’t help remembering that he’d told me the same thing when I’d asked him about Julia Ernst.

If I really challenged him, I always ran the risk of his threatening to send me home to my parents. He knew this tactic always worked. The first time it happened, he was filming Spinout and we were talking about his costar, Shelley Fabares. I suggested going to the set and meeting her.

“It’d be a good idea if you didn’t,” he said.

“Why not? I’m not doing anything. I could come and have lunch with you.”

I’d obviously said the wrong thing. He shot me a menacing look and said quietly, “That’s it, woman! I don’t want to hear another word.”

It was foolish of me, but I didn’t ignored his warning. “Well,” I persisted, “is there something you’re hiding that you don’t want me to see?” He flew into a rage.

“I don’t have a goddamn thing to hide. You’re getting a little too aggressive and demanding. It might be a good idea if you visited your parents for a while.”

Shocked, I yelled, “Well I’m not going!”

“I think you should. In fact, I’ll help you.” He walked over to my closet and proceeded to throw every piece of clothing I had on the floor, hangers included, along with my suitcase on top of the clothes.

“All right, woman. Start packing!”

I couldn’t believe this overreaction. It was one of four things: He was innocent, or I had made him feel guilty, or he was guilty, and I’d made him feel even more so, or it was simply his ongoing disgust with the inane plot of the film and he’d chosen me as a target for his anger.

Sobbing, I started to pack as he turned and strode out of the room. Moments later I heard him yelling for Nate to make a reservation. “Get her on the next flight out. She’s going back to her parents.” There was a finality in his voice that I had never heard before. Hysterical, I began folding my clothes as he continued yelling in the other room. I packed slowly, stunned by the blowup.

When he came back into the room, I felt humiliated. I continued folding clothes, sobbing uncontrollably. “You’re too goddamn demanding,” he said, staring at me in silence. “Hurry up. It’s time to go.”

I got up slowly and started toward the door. Just as I reached it, I felt his hand on my shoulder, turning me around, and then, miraculously, I was in his arms, and he was holding me tight.

“Now do you understand?” As he spoke, I was sobbing against his shoulder. “Do you see that you need this? You need someone to take you right to this point and put you in your place.”

I was relieved and happy to be back in his arms. Anything he’d have said would’ve made sense to me in that moment. What I didn’t realize until later was that this was Matt’s technique of keeping me under control.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - sorry for the short chapter i just needed to get one out!! ill double post tonight🎀

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Okay, now the FUNNIEST Legend of Drizzt moments. *gets popcorn*

uhhh, how much time do you have?

i need to put this under a read more, because i ended up finding one scene per book on average

told you that this series is actually a comedy

1) that time when drizzt thought that three lighting bolts aimed directly at his face were just a friendly sparring session, and then immediately got distracted and forgot all about that attempted assassination because he saw a cat

2) drizzt and zaknafein both going "oh no, he is lost to the evil ways of our people, i would do the world a service by killing him" at each other, but not doing anything about it

3) the first thing we ever learn about jarlaxle being that he has special gay pride merch that is enchanted so you can still see that it's supposed to be a rainbow even in complete darkness

4) that one human wizard drizzt ran into in the middle of the underdark. just. that wizard's entire existence. why does he have a german accent. why does he keep shooting lightning bolts out of his tower when they keep being reflected back at him. rip brister fendlestick, you were only in that one scene, but i miss you every day

5) the mindflayers going "fwoop!" when they shoot a blast of brain melting energy at you

6) drizzt: who are you? you are not my father! zombie!zaknafein: no, i am your… mother!

7) drizzt learning what a skunk is

8) that one wizard that entreri was travelling with in streams of silver messing up her knock spell and dropping entreri's belt instead, and entreri going against what you would expect from his archetype in that kind of story (which would be getting angry and possibly violent) and just sarcastically going "oh wow, great job" and calmly picking his belt up again

9) drizzt casually revealing that he can juggle, suggesting that either he juggles as a hobby (unlikely) or implying some interesting things about drow weapon training

10) entreri choosing to put sewer water in his mouth just to gain little tactical advantage (and then still losing the fight anyway)

11) entreri showing up disguised as regis, dropping his own name in conversations weirdly often under the assumption that the companions are way more worried about him than they actually are, and the companions being completely oblivious about regis acting way differently than normal

12) entreri's insistence that he and drizzt are great rivals, while drizzt can barely be bothered to remember that entreri exists

13) drizzt training a seal to retrieve guenhwyvar's figurine from the bottom of the ocean

14) the heart-shaped drizzt-seeking locket. the fact that that exists, as well as the fact that entreri had that back in the peak rivalry days

15) entreri casually introducing himself as mister do'urden for absolutely no good reason (i genuinely still don't know why he did that)

16) jarlaxle: kimmuriel, you are the leader of the bregan d'aerthe now, i'm going on a road trip with entreri kimmuriel: i'm what?! entreri: you're doing what?!

17) entreri going to the effort of painting jarlaxle's silhouette on the wall to throw knives at the crotch

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20) jarlaxle being peak peacock in promise of the witch-king

21) jarlaxle throwing pies at a random couple in a bakery because he mistook them for assassins

22) the reveal that jarlaxle and kimmuriel were just casually watching entreri fuck his girlfriend

23) the several scenes in pirate king where salvatore seemingly forgot that regis is a halfling, because drizzt keeps putting his arm around regis' shoulders and walking away like that, when really regis' shoulders should be down somewhere around drizzt's knees

24) a manifestation of mielikki coming to carry catti-brie to the afterlife, catti-brie responding that she needs to go sleep with her husband first, and mielikki allowing this and just coming back for her in the morning

25) entreri and dahlia behaving in a way that i can only describe as two teenage girls fighting over their mutual crush

26) the entire scene when they threw charon's claw into the primordial pit and entreri failed to die

27) drizzt: come on an adventure with me! entreri: drizzt, it's two in the fucking morning, what the fuck

28) drizzt making puppy eyes at entreri so he will please go on an adventure with him and entreri just closing the door in his face

29) the entire soap opera that was drizzt and dahlia's relationship

30) kimmuriel walking in on jarlaxle sleeping with at least two drow of undisclosed gender and just standing there and staring until jarlaxle finally puts on his trousers

31) jarlaxle's constant innuendos and seeming inability to shut up about his sex life

32) jarlaxle looking completely calm and composed from the outside at all times, but any scene from his pov revealing that he has no idea what he is doing and is lowkey panicking half the time

33) catti-brie: drizzt is my husband, i have been brought back to life to help him and not for anything else bruenor: yeah, same! uh, except that he isn't my husband

34) the dragons flirting with drizzt and drizzt kinda panicking about how to reject them without being eaten as revenge

35) jarlaxle finding drizzt down in a tunnel fighting demons, and just pulling an entire fine dining set out of his hat and having fancy dinner while his bird is ripping more demons apart just around the corner

36) the reveal that jarlaxle is bald because of repeated fireballs to the face

37) this instance of everyone rolling nat1s on their geography check

38) jarlaxle threatening people with knowledge of his kinks

39) random citizen: she's so pretty jarlaxle: yes, thank you, finally someone who recognizes my beauty

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Do you have any liquiroot HCs you would like to share? 👀👉👈

OH BOY DO I

headcanon №1: Movie nights.

Image that Bushroot has huge collection of cassettes with all sorts of classic films that he likes to watch with Spike and other plants on his free time (which he doesn't get that often with the whole criming stuff and constant responsibility for taking care of his plant companions). Since most of the greenhouse inhabitants spend all their lifes inside their cultivated habitation and aren't able to see the world beyond its walls, Bushroot tries to compensate it by showing them all sorts of movies, series, documentaries etc. He even has a little area with TV, video player and cabinets with shelves full of the said cassettes to keep them all entertainment.

A special love of such ways of time spending remained with him from the time of his “former life.” When he felt especially lonely, he loved to watch various films, be it comedies, dramas or romantic films (last ones still having a special place in his heart), didn't matter as long as it helped him take his mind off things.

Ussually this whole thing is like a "family movie night", but Bushroot sometimes makes exepcions and let's them watch anything they want when he has "guests" (like members of fearsome five), cause the plant life of greenhouse can get TOO exited when outsiders visit, which can lead to them distracting everybody with their "curiosity". And so it's a deal of free TV time and at least an hour of behaving.

One time however when Bud was around to discuss their next heist, the plants started to argue about what they shall watch and it led to a stir. It got a bit too loud and Bushroot had to deal with it himself. That's when Liquidator got curious and snuck in to see what the whole fuss was about.

Long story short, Liquidator got interested in a couple of films that he had noticed, and overall surprised that Bushroot was interested in something other than gardening and unsuccessful attempts to improve his love life, so he asked him abour it and the dialog just began by itself. It was quite awkward at first, since those two weren't close at all at the time and almost never talked about anything other that crime planning. But they quickly warmed up to the new "unusual" atmosphere of it all and from then on more and more often raised other topics of conversations/discussions: films, music, business, even fashion. This was something offbeat, but quite pleasant, a change in their “working relationship”, which soon turned into a friendly, closer one. In a world where you don't have many people you can trust, having someone like each other was a breath of fresh air for both of them, no wonder they became close quickly.

During one of their heart-to-heart conversation, Liquidator noticed that Reggie was "spending too much time in the greenhouse recently" and was definitely in the need of some fresh air. They went for a walk late at night in their disguises, but were still recognized by a couple of police officers. They ran into the first building they came across, which turned out to be movie theater, where they decided to wait until the policemen left, but quickly got distracted by watching a random film that was showen on screen at the time they got inside and began to comment it while watching (mostly about how awful it was (was movie actually bad or it was just a lack of context understanding, since they started watching it from the middle? Doesn't matter, they had FUN shittalking it!)).

It definitely left a pleasant impression, that led to a new “tradition” between them randomly going into movie theaters on their free time (mostly late at night to reduce the chances of being recognized), (they sometimes invite other fearsome five members with them, but it's mostly just the two of them enjoying their best life and having hella fun together).

headcanon №2: The first one of them who made a major impact in their newly established relationship and Bud himself was Bushroot.

In one of their many conversations Bud briefly mentioned the company of other salesman who greatly annoyed our water villain, as he represented serious competition in the market. But Liquidator did not have a worthy plan in mind at that time to eliminate him, which would not draw attention to him as the most obvious suspect who would benefit from such an outcome. That's why Bushroot took it upon himself to create a solution, since it was getting closer to the date of Bud's b day and would make quiet a nice gift.

So, a few experiments + some successful mutation achievements + supply shipment manipulations and boom! By the time it's Liquidator's big day the news are loudly announcing the collapse of that said salesman company, whose bottles of water began to bloom with mutated eichhornia crassipes right on store shelves, attacking customers and creating CHAOS throughout the city.

Would be a lie to say Liquidator wasn't pretty damn impressed and happy. That day they spent together, gloating, celebrating and overall just having fun while people's careers collapsed.

Bushroot showed many signs of responsible and reverent attitude towards the desires and interests of his partner when it came to presents or gifts before (wasn't easy, but he worked hard on himself in order to correct the mistakes of his past “romances”), but that day was the day Bud's vision of their relationship "changed".

Mostly because before Reginald Bud obviously had other romantic relationshis, but the dynamic he had with his exes is something completely different from the one he has now, in a way he actually wants to do something for his man genuinely.

When he did something for others he did it "automatically", thanks to his observation skills and intelligence he was always able to understand what people around him wanted to see/hear/receive, what they needed and what actions he should make to win them over and make the desired impression on them. No real feelings stood behind it in the time.

But now? When it comes to Bushroot, who showed him so much attention, understanding, love and support; when Liquidator sees that Reggie does all this just to make Bud happy?

Now he has more sincere motives and doesn't want any of his previous dispassionate attitude towards partners affect the one he really cares about.

The whole thing is too different in a good way, too dear to him to lose and so he tries his very best to put as much love and affection to any aspect of it as possible.

headcanon №3: Bushroot is aware of all Bud's hideouts, so if you want to find Liquidator it'll be easier and faster to find his bf first (quit small one compare to the previous two lol);

headcanon №4: 90's Bushroot loves being carried by his Luquidator because of tactility, reboot Bushroot loves being carried by his Luquidator because of touch-starvation.

90's one doesn't have that problem, since he is always surrounded by his plant-buddies, spike and members of fearsome four (even Dr. Fossil I'm sure won't be agains a hug or two from bis bestie). But reboot Reginald looked so lonely in "Let's Get Dangerous" episode, they didn't gave him any plant minions or Spike, not to mention the whole mood of the ff team that was a bit awkward (?), there was no real feeling that these idiots had been working together for years. They barely interacted with one another! (I mean, come one, Megavolt and Quackerjack are the killer duo of the original series and yet didn't get ANY interaction, they say nothing to each other and that alone shows much T -T).

So yeah, with such "formal" relationship with his team mates and the lack of friends in general (+ his appearance that definitely scares most people away) I imagine he feels kinda f-cked up.

If he and Liquidator start dating at some point he would crave even the smallest physical intimacy he can get. Is it good? Is it bad? Can't tell, who knows what plans my brain has for reboot Liquiroot.

(speaking of appearance and "loves being carried", reboot Bushroot does have a not so healthy look + the way he now needs a "support" tail like vines structure to hold his lower body, I think it's fair to assume it's hard for him to move around in general. So our man will need someone to carry him around after the exhausting fights, bride style, no real effort needed - be real, dude looks thinner than a toothpick).

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neither man nor god- 2

A03

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Satoru stared down the table at the two visitors, idly swirling the wine within his goblet. They both had spent their time before dinner to clean themselves and change–both politely declining the offer of different attire– and he took note of the colors they were wearing

“So you work for the Nanami family, I presume?” He took a sip of the spiced wine, staring Suguru down over his cup. The Nanami family ruled over a small beachside kingdom, located in between part of Satoru’s own territory.  He knew his forefathers had tried relentlessly to conquer their kingdom, but had failed every time, and having met their current king–Kento– and knowing he was Athena’s chosen, he decided it better to not try. Especially not when the rumors that his – close confidant – was a son born of death. Even if Satoru doubted Thanatos would ever touch a mortal unless it were to guide them to the underworld, something had to occur to earn the man that title “You should’ve spoken more with Yuji.”  Both him and Megumi had gone off on their own for dinner, leaving Satoru and Yuuta to dine with the strangerss. “Currently, we are,” Suguru answered, ignoring Satoru’s imploring gaze at his short answer. “Is he that Itadori, then? Nanami’s prodigy?” 

“More of mine than his,” Satoru grumbled, stabbing at his pork. “But, yes, he is close with their king.”  Megumi had encountered Yuji on a mission that went horrible ways of wrong, as in, they were both presumed dead for two years, ways of wrong, and when they returned Yuji had requested to go wherever the dark haired man went. Thus, he stole Nanami’s pride and joy from him.  

Well, with permission. Either way, he won.

“Toge be sure to deliver that letter to him, then,” Suguru mused, looking over at the blond. “For the sake of the gods, eat some food.”  He added, glaring at the man when he noticed his still full plate. Toge crossed his arms, glowering back. 

“Is it not to your liking?” Yuuta finally spoke, a twinge of worry in his tone. “We can send it back and have them bring another dish, if you’d prefer.”   At his words, Toge frantically waved his hands in the air, looking hurriedly over at Suguru, still gesturing wildly.  The man in question merely grinned, raising a hand to cup his ear as he cocked his head to the side.  Satoru could hear Toge’s huff from down the table before the man yanked his mask down to begin eating.   He could feel his spine stiffen at the sight of the two jagged scars that ran from either side of Toge’s lips.

“Did you do that to him?” Yuuta demanded and Satoru turned to see his cousin glaring at Suguru.  “Is that how you keep your servants in check?”  Suguru’s own gaze had darkened and Satoru saw him tighten his grip on his fork, opening his mouth to answer before being promptly cut off by the spew of laughter that slipped from Toge’s lips. 

It was a light, airy, sound and Satoru could feel himself relaxing. 

“I am not Suguru’s servant,” he began, voice trembling with mirth.  Of course, he wasn’t, what a ridiculous notion.  Satoru found himself nodding along in agreement before he grabbed ahold of his wits again, a feeling of bewilderment passing over him. He glanced down the table to see Toge taking a sip of wine and Suguru’s dark purple eyes spark with amusement.  “We’re equals.” “Well,” Suguru cut in, seeming to be the only one in the room not nodding along to whatever Toge said. “I wouldn’t go that far.” The blond haired man stuck his tongue out at him before going back to his meal.  Satoru glanced over at Yuuta, who seemed to be in the same stupefied sense of mind he was.

“What did you just do?” Satoru demanded, narrowing his eyes at Toge. “He spoke,” Suguru answered with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Are you not used to your company wishing to converse with you?”   Satoru chose to ignore Yuuta’s poor attempt at disguising his laugh as a cough, focusing on glaring at Suguru.

“I know what a spell feels like–” “But not what it sounds like, clearly,” Suguru cut him off, a wry smile playing upon his lips. “Son of Hecate, do spells not require certain phrases or offerings?” Yuuta’s spells and magic never did, but Satoru knew better than to announce his cousin’s greatest strength to two strangers. Even other children of Hecate had never unlocked an ability to harness natural magic the way their mother did.  Even though the two sitting across from him were there for peace and hopes of alliance in whatever dreadful event sent them here, Satoru wasn’t willing to give up many secrets.  Not when they clearly held as many. 

“They do, but,” Yuuta frowned, glancing at Toge with a glimmer of curiosity. “Can you speak again?” “You do not want me to,” He answered, a grimace pulling at his features before he pulled his mask back up, plate now empty. Satoru glanced at Suguru, noticing the other man’s own frown.

“You’re right, I do not–” Yuuta cut himself off, eyes widening in amazement. “What is that?” He leaned forward with a wide grin. “I’ve never felt magic like that, it’s astounding.” Toge’s eyes seemed to bulge out of his head, a mix of disbelief and hope swirling in them.  Satoru held back the urge to laugh, the idea of anyone at his palace being hateful of magic was absurd. They were run by demigods, after all.

“You do not mind?”  Suguru asked, distrust clear in his tone. “Hate is not tolerated within my people,” Satoru answered, leveling a cool glance at Suguru. “We trust your friend will feel secure enough here to not have to use his gifts, the same way we hope you trust us enough to not hold such a blessing against him.” The son of Hades tilted his head, staring at Satoru for a long moment, before a small, genuine, smile passed over his face.

“Now, that pleasantries are out of the way,” he began, taking another small sip of the spiced wine. “Give me an idea of why you two are here, a little head start to our meeting, if you will.” “You don’t want to wait for your other two advisors?”  Suguru questioned with a quirked brow. “Seeing Megumi floundered for words is one of my few joys,” Satoru began, placing a hand over his heart. “Please don’t snatch it from my grasp.” “You make it very tempting to,” Suguru grumbled, rolling his eyes. “I have been called tempting,” Satoru agreed, wiggling his white eyebrows.

“Unless it was said by a fist, I find that hard to believe.” “Fists don’t speak.”

“Oh gods, there’s two of them,” Yuuta grumbled, dropping his head in his hands/ Toge made a miserable sound of agreement, his own forehead clanging against the wooden table. “Rude,” Satoru grumbled.

“Apologies,” Suguru added, not sounding apologetic at all. “As for the reason for our visit, it is as I previously said.” He raised his goblet to his lips, taking a long sip before continuing. “And we wanted to know your kingdom’s knowledge of Ryomen Sukuna.” Satoru choked on his wine. 

After an extended moment of coughing and spluttered breathing, he glared up at Suguru, who only smiled with faux concern. “The man who tried to steal godhood?” Satoru gritted out, as if he didn’t know the man’s story by heart. “My mother killed him.”  And died in the process . 

“We have reasons to believe he survived,” Suguru said the words plainly as if speaking them wasn’t tilting Satoru’s world off his axis. “Nanammi believed you had a right to know.” Satoru had a right to slowly tear each scrap of skin off Sukuna’s body, if Suguru was right. 

A cold, cruel, smile curved over his lips. “I look forward to our council meeting tomorrow evening,” he said, looking over at Suguru, crackling blue meeting a deep purple. “I hope you bring both your reasoning and plans for moving forward.”  The words may not have been a threat, but his tone was clearly one as Satoru rose from his chair, watching the rest of the room follow suit. “Have a good night.” With that, he turned on his heel and strode out, his thoughts consumed with rage and a too familiar heartache.

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Have We Met Before? // Chapter 1

Fandom: Genshin Impact Ship: CynoNari

Summary: In ancient times, Hermanubis’s priests and warriors worked together to suppress Forbidden Knowledge. Among the Tighnarians, one stood out. Cyno decides to investigate Tighnari and whether he could be a spy for Gurabad. (CynoNari, Reincarnated Soulmates AU)

(Ch.1) //

In Tulaytulah, the City of Sapphire, a verdant tourmaline caught Cyno’s eyes. He sat in the stands and his eyes followed Tighnari across the amphitheater. He stood out among his fellow fox hybrids in the Tighnarians. His fur was a rich green rather than the golden hue of a desert fox. He carried a tall stack of books in his arms yet they remained perfectly balanced as he weaved through the crowd. He had the pose of a warrior despite claiming to be a mere doctor.

Tighnari came to Tulaytulah only a few months ago yet everyone he passed happily waved to him. His growing popularity was due to how he helped the citizens with their research, no matter the topic. Could there be more though? There had been whispers of an eremite uprising after the fall of Gurabad. Tighnari could be a spy for a rogue group of mercenaries. His tall ears could be a disguise to gain their trust.

Cyno sensed a powerful presence descend towards him but he didn’t take his eyes off Tighnari. The ground trembled when Dehya landed beside him. Her expression was hidden beneath her lion mask but he could hear her teasing smile in her voice. She addressed him with the title that King Deshret gave him. “Has the wise Hermanubis decided that the desert is finally at peace and he should take a mate? You won’t look away from him to greet your old friend.”

“Last month, Tighnari came seeking shelter in exchange for his medical expertise. We already have doctors but we couldn’t turn him away. Since then, he has involved himself in the Temple’s record keeping and the farmer’s harvest. For him to take such interest in Tulaytulah’s infrastructure… He could be a spy or planning a coup. I should’ve been more prudent before inviting him into the temple. King Deshret left Tulaytulah in my care.” Cyno bit his lip. “What should I do, Shesepankh?”

“You’re too harsh on yourself.” Dehya gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Almost a century had passed since King Deshret sacrificed himself. Despite the time that passed, the loss still laid heavy on the heart of his seven sages. The weight was further exasperated by the duty left to them. To suppress the lingering Forbidden Knowledge, Rukkhadevata created seven towers. Each sage was tasked with maintaining a tower and fighting Forbidden Knowledge.

Tulaytulah was created from Nabu Malikata’s tears and was deemed the City of Sapphire. King Deshret cherished the kingdoms that his lost lover built. Cyno had never been in love before but he saw how deeply a single emotion ran through his king. As Hermanubis, he was the one to lay their king to rest. King Deshret held a flower and thought of her even in his last moments.

Cyno vowed to honour King Deshret’s final wish and protect Tulaytulah with his life. The city held memories of both King Deshret and Nabu Malikata.

“The Temple of Silence holds duels to welcome new members. Sparring with someone will help you learn more about them. You can challenge him to a duel.” Dehya suggested. “The least you can do is speak with Tighnari as yourself. No matter whether he’s truthful with you or not, you can judge his intention directly. You’re able to sense when someone lies to you.”

“Humans are more open with Shesepankh than Hermanubis. The lioness who fulfills King Deshret’s will is easier to approach than a god who follows death.” Cyno sighed. He never tried to change his reputation as a death god because it deterred humans from attacking Tulaytulah. Now, he worried that it made his own people fearful of him. How could he approach Tighnari without making him uncomfortable?

Dehya slipped off her mask and smiled down at him. “King Deshret gave me the title of Shesepankh but I still treasure the times when he called me Dehya.”

“You call me a Valuka Shuna but I am not a desert dog. I am a fox. While our ears are similar, it’s important to record things accurately.” Tighnari’s voice reached Cyno from across the empty courtyard. He scanned the garden from where he sat on the stone gate. He found that they were the only two present. Who could he be speaking to?

Tighnari sat on the ledge of the fountain and flipped open a book in front of him. Cyno caught a glimpse of a green creature rising out of the fountain to meet Tighnari’s hand. However, it returned to the water before he could see what it was. “Here is a picture of a jackal and this is a fox. Can you see the difference in the ear shape? Wait, don’t move too quickly, Arama. You’ll make the pages wet with how you’re splashing water everywhere.”

Was the creature a messenger animal from Old Gurabad and his suspicion of Tighnari were true? He leaned closer to the ledge and tried to see it better. Cyno couldn’t move from where he sat without alerting Tighnari that he was watching him. He slipped off his jackal mask and his eyes gleamed. The sand at his feet took the form of a scarab and became his eyes. With his alchemy, he could control the scarab to collect information on Tighnari.

He was focused on the fountain and he didn’t sense someone approaching him. A powerful force against his back made him lose his balance and he fell from his hiding place. Cyno cursed beneath his breath and tried to summon his spear to stop his fall. A fog clouded his mind and he couldn’t gather elemental energy into his hand.

He crashed into the ground and a dull pain ran through his body. Luckily, as a divine spirit, he was able to recover quicker than a human. He started to push himself to his feet and faced the person who pushed him from the wall. A panicked voice made him pause. “Are you okay? Don’t move while I check where you’re hurt. I’ll give you first aid and then find someone to help move you to the hospital.”

Tighnari knelt next to the man and he placed his hand on his shoulder to stop him from sitting up. A person who fell from such a tall height would inadvertently have broken bones and moving would worsen those wounds.  With that thought, he tore the hem of his long robe to make a splint. He examined the man’s body and became confused when he found him unharmed. He lightly ran his finger over his toned arm and traced his muscles to search for broken bones.

“There’s no need to fret over me. I wouldn’t be hurt from something so trivial.” Cyno pushed his hand away and sat up. He turned away from him but Tighnari caught a glimpse of his reddening cheeks. He wondered if he was blushing due to embarrassment.

Tighnari’s attention was pulled away from him when his green companion jumped onto his lap. He quickly tried to push the Aranara back into its hiding spot in his tail. It became impossible to hide Arama when it yelled: “Why did you push the Nara, Aranakin? He has a pure heart. The Valuka Shuna said we can only use our ararakalari on bad Nara. Do you want to return to Vana?”

“I don’t like being here in Valuka. Sand is coarse and rough and irritating.” Aranakin argued and crossed its tiny arms. “You may sense a good heart from this Nara but I was him watching Tighnari! He must have bad intentions. I was protecting both of you.”

“What are you?” Cyno’s question made the two Aranara stiffen. Realizing that they had accidentally revealed themselves, they scurried to hide behind Tighnari. However, it was already pointless. Tighnari reached behind him and placed a light hand on their small head. He thought of how he should tell him about the Aranara. He could feel the suspicion in Cyno’s gaze.

“They’re not dangerous.” He quickly reassured him. He lifted Aranakin into his arms and then held him out to Cyno. Their adorable appearance was unlikely to dissuade him when they had attacked him “Aranakin, apologize to him. You’re here on behalf of Rukkhadevata and your action will reflect badly on her. Arama confirmed he has a pure heart and he’s wearing a Temple of Silence uniform. He’s…”

Tighnari’s voice trailed off and his eyes narrowed. He didn’t recognize the man. Though he moved to Tulaytulah only a month ago, he knew most of the priests. His friends didn’t mention a new priest joining the Order either. The Temple of Silence had a rite where new members would duel with Hermanubis to be accepted. The outcome of the fight was insignificant. Hermanubis claimed that he could determine a person’s character from a simple sparring.

“Who are you?” Tighnari asked. The man was a stranger yet a vague memory played on his mind. He couldn’t say that they met before. He was certain that he would remember someone with pure silver hair and striking red eyes. “Have we met before?”

Cyno could hear the suspicion beneath his question and became confused. Most would recognize Hermanubis immediately from his mask. He touched his cheek and realized that he wasn’t wearing his mask. He started to answer but then Dehya’s words echoed in his mind. Perhaps, this could be his opportunity to investigate Tighnari closer and learn his intention.

He quickly thought of a lie: “I am the priest, Cyno. I have been away from the Temple of Silence for years due to a pilgrimage. It seems like a lot has changed since I left. When did Lord Rukkhadevata send envoys to the City of Sapphire? The Temple of Silence has been able to maintain Forbidden Knowledge on our own. Is there a reason she sent them?”

“No, these two wandered into the desert by themselves. They got lost and eventually found me. They saved my life.” Tighnari curled his dark green tail around the two Aranara. Cyno could sense that there was more to their meeting but he didn’t push him to explain. “It’ll be difficult for Arama and Aranakin to travel back to the rainforest alone. So, I’m taking care of them. I told them to stay hidden. The ruling elite of the Eremites are distrustful of people from the rainforest.”

“But Lord Rukkhadevata was the one who helped restore our kingdom. She sacrificed so much for us. Has no one taught our own history to the people?” Cyno’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“A lot has changed during your pilgrimage away from Tulaytulah. I will tell you more while we walk to the infirmary. You don’t appear injured but I’ll feel better if I can give you a proper examination in my office. You fell ten feet.” Tighnari was still suspicious of how Cyno could survive the fall and Aranakin’s spell. For now, he was a patient and he would treat him.

Tighnari stood and held out his hand to help him stand. He took the opportunity to study him further and try to discern more about the stranger. Cyno had the uniform of the Temple of Silence yet he appeared far from a simple priest. He forgoed armour and wore the scars on his chest. What did his pilgrimage entail for him to return so battleworn?

“There’s no need to fret over me. I heal quickly.”

Tighnari rolled his eyes. He proceeded to examine his body and checked if he had a concussion. Cyno could’ve easily pulled away from him but he allowed him to continu. Sitting close to him, he could smell the rare scent of orange blossom in Tighnari’s fur.

“Why is everyone in the Temple of Silence so stubborn? A check up will only take five minutes and then you can return to your books.” Tighnari’s gaze shifted to the Temple of Silence that stood proudly above the palace. “Though, the ruling elite can be more diligent in their studies like you. The only knowledge valuable to them is what can expand their rule. Humans are fickle things.”

“The Temple of Silence has been preoccupied with Forbidden Knowledge. We entrusted the city’s governance to the nobles of Tulaytulah. They go to Hermanubis and his priests for guidance but they never mention a power struggle with the other kingdoms.”

“I work for both the Temple of Silence and the palace. I overhear a lot of conversations.” Tighnari was initially a record keeper for the Temple of Silence. Due to the lack of doctors in the desert, he also became the village’s healer. His two positions allowed him to watch each fraction within Tulaytulah. “The Temple of Silence is loyal to King Deshret but the kings wish to have a new era of rulership. Do you think they would voice those thoughts to the priests?”

“I have to report this to Hermanubis.” Cyno groaned to himself. The Temple of Silence was strong but they needed to focus on quelling Forbidden Knowledge. An internal struggle with the ruling class of Tulaytulah could stretch them thin and threaten to break them.

A warm touch against his cheek made him look up. Tighnari’s fingers moved through his hair. Their eyes met and Tighnari quickly dropped his hand back to his side. “Sorry, I wanted to check if you hit your head during the fall. It’s not swollen nor do you have a bump. You appear fine but I want to stay with you a little longer in case you have a concussion. If we’re going to spend the day together, may I ask you a question?”

Cyno nodded in answer. He assumed that his question would be simply about his pilgrimage. Then, Tighnari asked: “Have we met before? You feel familiar to me even though we’ve never met before.”

“You must be mistaking me for someone else. I only returned to Tulaytulah today.” He hoped that Tighnari wasn’t suspicious that he was Hermanubis. Valuka Shunas had sharp senses so there was also a chance that he knew that he had been following him for his investigation.

“I guess you’re right.” Tighnari relented but there was a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Let’s go to the Temple of Silence where you can rest properly.”

“I am the Scribe of Scribes. Do you honestly expect me to forge fake documents for you? You’re the last person I expected to make this request, Hermanubis. We served King Deshret together. You’re the most righteous of us. Moreover, you know I don’t enjoy extra work. It’s troublesome.” Alhaitham sat across from Cyno and pushed the stack of paper back to him. “Why would you pretend to be a simple priest for the Temple of Silence when you’re their leader?”

“It’s for an investigation. People will be more open to tell their secrets to Cyno than Hermanubis.” The Temple of Silence kept an extensive record of King Deshret’s knowledge and his followers. They would easily discover his lie once they discover that ‘Cyno’ had never been a part of the Temple of Silence.

Cyno repeated Alhaitham’s words to him. “We served King Deshret together. You should know that I wouldn’t break my own principles unless necessary. This is to investigate something that a Valuka Shuna told me about Tulaytulah’s rulers. I must confirm if they’re a threat.”

“I hope that you have thought through your plan.” Alhaitham said as he signed the documents.

[lets-talk-story]

Wily Dalilah’s First Con

   The next day Wily Dalilah went into the city of Baghdad disguised as a Sufi, she wore a white gown and white trousers. The only other possession she needed for this ruse was a jar of water with three dinar hidden behind the lip. Other than that, all she needed was her wit and knowledge of everyone’s business.    Wily Dalilah positioned herself outside the home of the Emir. The old woman began singing and praising Allah. One of the servants of the Emir asked for some water so he might have a blessing. Dalilah spun around and made it appear that the water had changed into dinars. The servant was so impressed, he ran back inside to tell the household. It wasn’t long before the Emir’s Wife summoned the faux Sufi inside.     Dalilah had known the Emir was out of town due to his job; and as the couple hadn’t produced any children, the wife would be quick to ask for a blessing. Dalilah spoke with the Emir’s Wife, and offered to take the woman to a renowned Sufi Sheikh- so that he might heal her. For the first time in her married life, the Emir’s Wife left her home by herself- after all, what danger could she be in while in the company of a pious woman?

   While Dalilah and the Emir’s Wife walked through town; Dalilah noticed a young Merchant looking longingly at the Emir’s Wife. She snuck over to him, and claimed that the wealthy looking woman behind her was actually her daughter, and it had been foretold that she was suppose to marry the Merchant. The Merchant was too love sick to question this, and could only think to ask to see his bride to be before marriage. Dalilah agreed to this, and the Merchant followed with a dowery of a thousand dinars.    The trio came to the Dyer’s home and place of business. Dalilah knew that he enjoyed the company of beautiful men and women. So she approached him by herself, and claimed the finely dressed man and woman behind her were her children. Dalilah falsely explained that their house needed repairs and the three desperately needed a place to stay. The Dyer was more than happy to invite them into his home, and gave Dalilah the keys.   Dalilah put the Emir’s Wife and the Merchant in separate rooms. Dalilah then tells the Emir’s Wife that the Sheikh hates displays of wealth; so she needs to remove her expensive jewelry and outer clothing. Dalilah then told the Merchant that they heard his family suffered from leprosy; so the Merchant would need to undress to prove he was healthy. Both did as they were asked without question. Meanwhile, Dalilah asked the Dryer to get a tray of food for the family to share with him. The Dryer ran off to get food; leaving Dalilah completely in charge of the house.    With the Dryer gone; Dalilah found a local Layabout whose only source of revenue was his cart and mule. Dalilah claimed she needed to borrow his cart and mule on behalf of the Dryer; as he just went bankrupt and all his goods needed to be turned into the local judge. The Layabout lent out his mule and cart for a dinar, and went out to get himself some food. Dalilah put all the Dryer's shop goods into the back, the Emir’s Wife and Merchants rich garments and stole them all- along with the cart and the donkey.    The poor Dryer came back with food only to have been robbed, with some Layabout demanding he return his ass. They called on local police; only for the police to find the two confused adults in their underclothes. Finally they all realized they had been stolen from by this strange old woman. They went to complain to the Chief of Police. But he couldn't be bothered to investigate because there were too many old women in Baghdad that matched the description of the perp. So the the Dryer, the Merchant, and the Layabout decided to look for her on their own.

And this was the end of Dalilah’s first con.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Notes: While this has been trimmed down from the original story; the content is still the same.

[im-stuck-in-traffic]

(A girl put on her red riding hood and packed up a basket of food for her grandmother. She ventured into the forest, where she encountered a wolf. By the time the girl reached her grandmother’s home, the wolf had swallowed the grandmother whole and disguised himself in her clothes. He ate the girl as well, but a woodsman came by and sliced the wolf in two with his axe, and the girl and her grandmother emerged alive.)

~

In another life, it was the woodsman who ventured into the forest and encountered the wolf. They became fast friends.

(There was no girl, no grandmother, no basket of food. The woodsman did not slice the wolf in two with his axe. He had no reason to.)

(Yet.)

In another life, the wolf ordered the woodsman to kill him.

(He did not do so. He had no reason to.)

(There was no girl, no grandmother - )

(It was torturous, watching his friend being sliced in two, watching his own hands wield the axe, watching the blade glinting in the moonlight.)

(The better to behead you with, my dear.)

The thing that emerged from the dead body of the wolf was a creature cloaked in red, far more terrible than the wolf had been.

~

In another life, the woodsman and the wolf became fast friends.

(Even though they knew they weren’t really supposed to.)

(In another life, the wolf ventured into the forest to gather food for himself. He was mercilessly sliced in two shot by hunters in red.)

The woodsman and the wolf ventured out of the forest, where they encountered a girl. By the time they reached her home, she had rigged it to explode with both of them inside, and disguised it as a secret safehouse.

(The woodsman emerged alive, somehow.)

(The girl put on her red riding hood and stalked him like a wolf through the moonlit forest. In the deafening silence of his hiding place, the woodsman did not sense her until it was too late.)

~

In another life, the girl did not have a grandmother, but a partner - an estranged friend, a not-lover, a man whose bitterness burned like frost, like a curse.

(He was no woodsman, but had also slain a wolf in the forest, once. He had shot arrow after arrow into the beast. Not as quick and clean as an axe, but less likely to get blood on his clothes. Red really wasn’t his color.)

The girl put on her red riding hood and packed up a bucket of cold, cold snow. She ventured into the forest, where she encountered a wolf. He gave her a friend. She gave him her curse. By the time she left the wolf’s home, he was already doomed.

(There is something wicked within you.)

(something wicked)

The wolf and the woodsman recruit the girl (they weren’t supposed to) into their alliance for protection. They try, anyway. She is no dog to be called to heel, no demon to be summoned and bound.

(something wicked this way)

In another life, the girl ran through the woods with her army, children of the wolf’s gift, wind in her hair and a laugh on her lips and red, red blood on her axe.

(something wicked this way comes)

Something wicked this way comes!

(The girl’s partner wearily gathered explosives. Just another beast to kill.)

By the time she found it in herself to forgive him, so they can both emerge alive, he had already sliced their bond in two. (Still bound, of course, in every way but the one that mattered - who is the victor and who is not.)

~

(10)

In another life, a man did not venture out into the forest in search of a wolf that wasn’t there.

(9)

There was no reason to.

(8)

He took to the sea instead and learned its cruelty, and how to wield a sword instead of an axe.

(7)

In another life, a girl did not put on her red riding hood.

(6)

She built herself a fortress instead, rigged with traps.

(5)

(The better to watch you from, my dear.)

(4)

By the time(no time)

(3)

(2)

(1)

(The only thing that matters is who is the victor and who is not.)

[nicolejones412]

Banished Part 7

A sequel to Bethrothed

Loki x reader

Summary: You’ve accepted your new life, but what happens when you see the love of your life on television years later?

A/N: 3 parts in 2 days? I'm really just trying to make up for lost time. Y'all have waited long enough. This one is a little fast paced, mainly because I didn't want to essentially just rewrite all of Thor: Ragnarok, so really only covering the parts that go differently. I think there's one more part to go...and maybe an epilogue... Also there's a whole section in here that if you haven't read Betrothed, it probably won't make sense. So make sure you catch up before reading this.

TW: cold-blooded revenge-fueled murder

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here. Read Part 4 here. Read Part 5 here. Read Part 6 here.

FIC:

"Y/N?"

You look up to see Volstagg and Fandral standing with a man you don't recognize.

"They found you!"

"There isn't time!" You tried to warn as you ran past them. "Close it! She's coming!"

"Who is?"

And with that Hela stepped through the Bifrost. And as she slaughtered your oldest friends, all you could do was run.

-

The palace would be too dangerous, so you ran for the village. Maybe you could warn some of them and get them somewhere safe.

As you ran someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into an alleyway.

"Lady Y/N, it is good to see you again. Though I'll admit I had hoped for your homecoming to happen under better circumstances."

Heimdall stood before you with the Bifrost Sword, Hofund, slung across his back.

"How did you-?"

"I couldn't let her have it. Now come quickly, I know a safer place to hide."

-

Loki sat at the Grandmaster's side, brooding.

He'd held you in his arms. You were alive. You had been right there, and now you were beyond his grasp, again.

He had waited decades to see you, and he would wait as long as it took to see you again.

If you were alive.

She is. She has to be. I can feel it.

He had been on Sakaar for a week, and there was no sign of Thor, or of you. At least he had successfully ingratiated himself to the Grandmaster. It was a better fate than the poor fools who found themselves in the arena today.

The unconscious loser of the first fight of the day was dragged off the field as they prepped for the next fight.

"You know, I have a good feeling about this next fight," the Grandmaster said.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, Draken always knows how to put on a show."

Loki's blood burned in his veins at the name. After taking over Asgard he had tried to find Draken, but his search was fruitless. Apparently he had disappeared in the time he had been with Thanos preparing to attack Earth to retrieve the Tesseract. This only deepened his anger with Odin, and with Heimdall, as now there was truly no reason for you to remain in exile, if only he had a way to find you.

And there he was. A few hundred yards away, prancing in front of his adoring fans, facing down three challengers.

Loki's rage continued to boil as he watched him dispatch his opponents. He watched as he purposefully left an opening, giving the poor creature false hope before taking him apart in spectacular fashion.

Yes, Draken did know how to put on a show.

Enjoy it, old friend. For it will be your last.

-

That night, Loki wasted no time finding where Draken liked to drink. He was a celebrity after all. He would not be imprisoned as many of the others were. Disguised as a young woman, he approached Draken as an adoring fan.

"Well who might you be?"

"Oh I'm no one. Just your biggest fan."

"Is that so?"

It was almost too easy. Loki knew he had Draken wrapped around his finger.

After half an hour of playing into his ego, Draken predictably invited "Mara" to join him for the night.

Once they turned a corner to a semi-private alley, Loki feigned a stumble, and slashed a tendon in the back of Draken's leg, pushing him to the ground with his hands around Draken's throat before he could truly scream.

He let the illusion drop, and watched the confused surprise in Draken's eyes give way to horror.

"Yes, old friend," he spat. "I hope you enjoyed the celebrity while it lasted. You're lucky I don't have time to truly ruin your pathetic life as you ruined mine. Simply killing you will have to do."

And he watched the life drain from the prince's eyes.

He disguised himself once more as a hunter. Someone who wouldn't stand out, and walked away, smiling.

It took less than a day for the Grandmaster to move on from his anger at Draken's death. And as the weeks continued, Loki began to hold out less and less hope that he would make it back to you.

So much time had passed, had he sent you to your doom by sending you to Asgard?

The despair deepened with each day until Thor finally appeared. Perhaps all wasnot lost after all.

-

Heimdall arrived with another family.

"They got too close this time," you whispered once they were out of ear shot.

"I know. We are running out of time."

-

Banner being present on Sakaar had to have been some stroke of divine intervention, because they never would've stood a chance of making it off Sakaar without him. They still might not.

"Let's do get help."

"We are not doing get help."

"Oh come on."

"It's humiliating."

-

"Help! Please! My brother! He's injured! Help him!"

Loki grunted as he collided with the unfortunate guards Thor had thrown him at, brushing himself off as he stood.

"Works every time."

This was the moment. He could get away. He could get to you and rescue you and run far away. His brother would never leave Asgard behind. But you two could.

Couldn't you?

"Thinking about betraying me?" Thor asked.

"Oh come on. You don't trust me by now?"

Thor raised an eyebrow.

"You're smarter than you look then. But no, I'm not going to betray you. This time."

"And why should I believe you this time?"

Loki walked past the Grandmaster's ship without looking at Thor as he answered.

"Because Y/N would never forgive me."

He began to disappear from sight.

"Where are you going then?"

"Well on the very likely chance that your brilliant plan fails, we need a backup plan. You just worry about getting to Asgard. I'll be just behind."

-

"Asgard."

The bustling hall fell silent as Heimdall gravely addressed the crowd.

"She is here."

You immediately sprang into action, directing people out a back exit.

"Come on. There you go. We've got to get to the Bifrost. Hurry now."

Heimdall and Thor had a plan. You silently prayed that it would go better than most of Thor's typical plans.

-

Read Part 8 here.

A/N: Stay tuned....Expecting the pace to continue for the last part or 2. Can't believe we are finally almost there.