#he gets out and is immediately picking fights to the point they sideline him from the team briefly

[thequeenofneverland1]

Klaus Mikaelson////My Little Wolf 

Anonymous request: Hi can I request where y/n is the daughter of Klaus and Hayley and Klaus gets protected when Landon asks y/n to the dance

Warnings: dark humor, Just Klaus being Klaus don’t read if you don’t like dark humor and Perhaps Violence and threats, but we all know how Klaus is when it comes to his daughter

As the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall, you’ve always had a complicated legacy, but at the Salvatore Boarding School, you’ve managed to find your place. The grand halls of the school feel alive with history, yet they’ve also become a place of joy and friendship for you. Today, you’re surrounded by your best friends, the Saltzman twins, and the boys who make every moment more entertaining.

“Y/n, you’re late again,” Josie teases from her spot on the couch in the common room. Her dark hair is pulled back into a casual ponytail, and her warm smile immediately makes you feel at ease. She pats the spot next to her.

“Fashionably late,” you correct, tossing your apple to a nearest garbage can as you sat down.

Lizzie being the drama queen, lounges dramatically on the opposite couch, flipping through a magazine. “Please, Josie, don’t encourage her. She’s already got that ‘Mikaelson confidence’ thing going on.” She glances at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Which, by the way, you do wear well.”

You roll your eyes but grin. “Thanks, Liz. Coming from you, that’s basically a royal decree.”

MG and Kaleb are sitting nearby, locked in a heated discussion about who would win in a fight Batman or Iron Man. Kaleb waves his hands in frustration, trying to drive his point home, while MG shakes his head.

“It’s not even a contest!” MG exclaims, looking to you for backup. “Y/n, help me out here. Batman, right?”

“Don’t drag me into this,” you laugh, holding up your hands. “But if I had to choose… sorry, Kaleb, I’m team Batman.”

Kaleb groans, throwing his head back in exaggerated defeat. “I knew you’d side with MG.”

Across the room, Rafael and Jed are setting up for a game of pool. Jed is talking smack, as usual, but Rafael’s quiet confidence tells you he’s about to wipe the floor with him. You wander over to watch, leaning against the pool table.

“Need a hand, Raf?” you offer, grinning as you pick up a cue stick.

“Hey, no fair!” Jed protests. “If she helps, I’m done for.”

“That’s the idea,” you reply, winking at Rafael, who chuckles.

The afternoon passes in a blur of laughter and playful arguments. The twins, as usual, are the life of the party. Josie ropes you into helping her practice a new spell for class, and though you were feeling lazy. you were happy to help out. and Lizzie was making a big show of giving Kaleb a “fashion intervention,” which mostly consists of her mocking his choice of shoes.

When the group moves outside, the energy shifts into friendly chaos. MG and Kaleb challenge Rafael and Jed to a soccer match, and you’re quickly recruited to join in. The twins sit on the sidelines, cheering you on, though Lizzie mostly shouts tips about how to “look fabulous while winning.”

As the soccer game wraps up and everyone begins to disperse, you head back inside to grab a drink from the common room. The air is still buzzing with laughter and energy, but you take a moment to enjoy the quiet as you lean against the counter. Just as you take a sip of your water, the door creaks open, and Landon Kirby steps in.

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His usual easygoing demeanor seems a bit off. his hands are shoved into his pockets, and there’s a nervous edge to his smile.

“Hey, Y/n,” he says, his voice soft but warm.

“Hey, Landon,” you reply, tilting your head curiously. “What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he steps closer. “Uh, no ghosts. Just… thinking about something. Or someone.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Oh? And who might that someone be?”

He looks away for a moment, as if gathering his courage, then meets your gaze. “You.”

You smirked. “Well, go on. I’m listening.”

Landon takes a deep breath, his hands still fidgeting in his pockets. “So, um… about the dance that’s coming up, and I was wondering if… maybe you’d want to go with me?”

Your first instinct is to say yes. Landon’s sweet, kind, and charming in his own way, and you’ve always felt a connection with him. But then reality hits. you’re not just any girl he can take to a dance. You’re Y/n Mikaelson, daughter of Klaus and Hayley, and if Landon wants to take you out, there are some significant hurdles he’ll need to overcome.

You bite your lip, a flicker of amusement and sympathy crossing your face. “You know I’d love to go with you, Landon. But…”

“But?” he echoes, his shoulders tensing.

“You know my parents,” you say gently, though the weight of your words is clear. “And my uncles. And my aunts. If you want to take me to the dance, you’re going to have to ask for their permission first.”

Landon’s face pales, and he lets out a nervous laugh. “Right. Of course. Your family. Mostly your father and his siblings.”

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, all of them. And believe me, they take the whole ‘overprotective family’ thing to a new level.”

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to process the monumental task ahead of him. “So, just to recap, I need to ask Klaus Mikaelson, the Original hybrid who’s probably already planning a hundred different ways to kill me if I mess up. Then Elijah, who’ll give me the most terrifyingly polite lecture ever. Even worse Kol, who might use his bat on me just for fun. Rebekah, who’ll probably critique my outfit before she even answers. And Freya, who might turn me into a frog.”

You laugh at his summary, unable to help yourself. “Pretty much.”

Landon groans, dropping onto the couch and burying his face in his hands. “This is a death sentence.”

“Oh, come on,” you tease, sitting down beside him. “They’re not that bad. Well, okay, maybe my dad is. But if you’re honest and show that you care about me, they’ll respect that. Probably.”

“Probably?” he repeats, lifting his head to give you an incredulous look.

You grin. “Look, Landon, they’re my family. They just want to protect me. If you really want to take me to the dance, you’ll have to prove to them that you’re worthy.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “Worthy of the Mikaelson princess. No pressure, right?”

You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’ll help you prepare. And for what it’s worth, I think you’ll do fine. My dad might even like you. Eventually.”

Landon doesn’t look entirely convinced, but the small smile on his lips tells you he’s willing to try. “Alright, Y/n. For you, I’ll face the Mikaelsons.”

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “Good. Because I really do want to go with you, Landon.”

He nods, determination settling in his features. “Then I’ll do it. I’ll talk to them.”

You can’t help but admire his courage. If Landon’s willing to face your father, uncles, and aunts just for the chance to take you to a dance, it’s clear that he cares about you. And though you know the road ahead won’t be easy for him, you also know that having someone like Landon in your life is worth the challenges.

After leaving the common room, Landon trudges down the hallway in search of his friends, his nerves still buzzing from his conversation with you. He finds MG, Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed hanging out in the courtyard, mid-discussion about some ridiculous bet Jed lost. As Landon approaches, they all look up, noticing his slightly dazed expression.

“Yo, Landon, you good?” Kaleb asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Not even close,” Landon mutters, collapsing dramatically onto a bench.

Rafael frowns, leaning forward. “What happened? Did Y/n turn you down or something?”

“No, she didn’t turn me down,” Landon says, waving his hand weakly. Then, after a moment’s pause, he groans and adds, “But I might not live long enough to actually take her to the dance.”

MG looks concerned. “Why? What’s going on?”

Landon sits up, his expression half serious, half comically panicked. “I need you guys to help me find a coffin.”

The group exchanges confused looks.

“A… coffin?” Jed repeats slowly, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“Yeah, you know, the thing you put dead people in,” Landon replies, gesturing wildly. “Because as soon as I ask Y/n’s dad for permission to take her to the dance, I’m going to need one. Klaus Mikaelson is going to kill me!”

Kaleb bursts out laughing, slapping his knee. “Man, you are in deep. Asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission? That’s like asking a lion if you can borrow its cub for a walk.”

“I know!” Landon groans, throwing his hands in the air. “And it’s not just Klaus. It’s his siblings as well. I’m walking into a den of Original vampires! They’re going to tear me apart!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” MG says, holding up his hands. “Are you seriously telling us that Klaus Mikaelson, the literal Original hybrid, is the gatekeeper to you going to a dance with Y/n?”

“Exactly,” Landon says, his eyes wide. “And I have to convince him I’m not some pathetic mortal who’s going to ruin his daughter’s life. Which, spoiler alert, is exactly what I look like to him!”

Jed snickers, leaning back in his chair. “Honestly, this sounds like a ‘you’ problem, bro.”

“Wow, thanks, Jed,” Landon snaps, throwing him a glare.

Rafael shakes his head, trying not to laugh. “Okay, but why do you need a coffin?”

Landon stares at him, deadpan. “Because after Klaus kills me, I don’t want to end up in some unmarked grave. I want to at least look presentable at my funeral. Y/n deserves that much.”

The group erupts into laughter, and even Landon cracks a small smile despite his dramatic mood.

“Don’t worry, man,” Kaleb says, clapping Landon on the shoulder. “We’ll make sure you get a top-tier coffin. Gold trim, velvet lining the works. We’ll even put ‘He Died For Love’ on the plaque.”

“Very funny,” Landon mutters, though he can’t help but chuckle.

MG grins. “Honestly, Klaus probably won’t kill you outright. He might just dangle you off a balcony for a bit. Or, you know, chase you through the woods with a werewolf pack.”

“Gee, thanks, MG,” Landon says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Hey, at least you’ve got guts,” Rafael says, smirking. “Not a lot of guys would willingly walk into the Mikaelson lion’s den just to take one of the ladies to a dance.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb adds, his grin widening. “And if Klaus doesn’t kill you, it’ll be a great story to tell your grandkids.”

“Oh, fantastic,” Landon groans, standing up. “So, I’m either going to die, or I’ll be the guy who narrowly survived asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission to take his daughter out. Great options.”

“Look on the bright side,” Jed says, his tone mockingly cheerful. “At least you’ll be famous around here. ‘Landon Kirby: The Guy Who Almost Dated a Mikaelson.’”

The laughter starts up again, and despite his nerves, Landon can’t help but join in. If nothing else, he’s grateful to have his friends to help him laugh through the impending doom he’s about to face.

The next day, Landon decides it’s time to prepare for the most terrifying conversation of his life: asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission to take you to the dance. He enlists the help of his friends, though it quickly becomes clear that their idea of “help” is more about entertainment than actual support.

In the school’s common room, Landon stands in front of his friends, fidgeting with his shirt as he clears his throat. MG, Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed are seated on the couches, eagerly watching the spectacle unfold like it’s the most entertaining show they’ve ever seen.

“Alright,” Landon says, exhaling slowly. “Let’s do this. One of you be Klaus.”

“Dibs!” Kaleb shouts, immediately sitting up straighter and crossing his arms. He puts on an exaggerated British accent. “Well, well, well, Mr. Kirby. What makes you think you’re worthy of my daughter?”

Landon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Klaus doesn’t sound like that, Kaleb.”

“Fine, fine,” Kaleb says, dropping the accent but keeping the intimidating glare. “Proceed, mortal.”

Landon glares at him but takes a deep breath and begins. “Mr. Mikaelson, I’d like to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance.”

Kaleb leans forward, narrowing his eyes. “And why should I let you anywhere near my precious little wolf? What do you have to offer, huh? Strength? Power? Immortality?”

Landon stammers. “Uh… well, I’m a nice guy, and—”

“WRONG!” Kaleb bellows, slamming his hand on the armrest. “You’re weak. Pathetic. And you can’t even turn into a wolf!”

MG bursts out laughing, nearly falling off the couch. “Kaleb, you’re being too much!”

“I’m channeling Klaus, man,” Kaleb defends, grinning. “You think he’s going to go easy on this guy?”

“Okay, okay,” Landon says, holding up his hands. “Someone else try. Rafael?”

Rafael shrugs. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot.” He stands and adopts a more measured, calm demeanor. “Alright, Landon. Let’s hear it.”

Landon relaxes slightly. “Mr. Mikaelson, I know how much Y/n means to you, and I promise I’ll do everything I can to make her happy and keep her safe.”

Rafael nods thoughtfully, then says in a low voice, “And if you fail, I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to the wolves.”

Jed howls in laughter. “Oh, that’s perfect. Raf, you nailed it.”

Landon groans. “You’re not helping!”

“Okay, okay,” MG says, stepping in. “Let me try. I’ll be the reasonable version of Klaus.” He stands and smooths his shirt, putting on a calm yet authoritative expression. “Landon, why do you think you deserve to date my daughter?”

Landon nods, taking a deep breath. “Because I care about her, and I’ll always treat her with respect. I’ll never let anything happen to her.”

MG crosses his arms, tilting his head. “You realize she’s stronger, faster, and deadlier than you, right? How exactly do you plan to protect her?”

Landon falters. “Uh… well, I—”

Kaleb cuts in, unable to resist. “Oh, I know! He can throw himself in front of danger while Y/n does all the actual fighting. That’ll impress Klaus!”

Everyone laughs, and Landon throws his hands up in frustration. “You guys are impossible!”

“Alright, alright,” Rafael says, standing and patting Landon on the back. “Let’s try again. This time, just be confident. Klaus respects strength, so don’t stammer or backpedal.”

Landon straightens his shoulders, nodding. “Got it. Confidence.” He takes a deep breath, squares his jaw, and looks at Rafael. “Mr. Mikaelson, I’m here to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance. I care about her deeply, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you.”

The room goes quiet for a moment, and Landon starts to feel like he’s finally getting the hang of it. Then Jed ruins the moment by chiming in with, “And if Klaus kills you, can I have your Xbox?”

The room erupts into laughter again, and Landon slumps onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so dead.”

“Don’t worry, Landon,” Kaleb says, grinning. “We’ll make sure your funeral playlist is fire.”

“Very funny,” Landon mutters, though he can’t help but crack a small smile. With friends like these, at least he’ll die laughing.

Landon stands outside the Mikaelson mansion, staring at the large, ornate door that feels more intimidating than any creature he’s ever faced. The evening air is cool, but he’s sweating as he rehearses his words in his head one last time.

“Mr. Mikaelson, I’d like to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance. No, wait.-“ Klaus. Just Klaus. Be respectful but not too stiff… ugh, I’m so dead.”

He raises his hand to knock, hesitates, and almost turans to leave. “Maybe this is a bad idea. I could just text Y/n and say I.-“

But before he can finish the thought, his hand moves on its own and knocks twice. The sound echoes ominously, and his stomach churns.

Moments later, the door swings open, and there he is. Klaus Mikaelson in all his terrifying glory. Klaus is dressed casually, but there’s an air of power around him that makes Landon feel like he’s shrinking by the second. Klaus looks him up and down, his expression unreadable, though there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

“If you’re looking for my little wolf,” Klaus begins, his tone clipped but not entirely unfriendly, “she’s not here. She’s out shopping with her mother and aunts.”

Landon swallows hard, his throat dry. He almost says, Great, I’ll come back later! but instead clears his throat. “Uh, no, sir. I’m actually here to, uh… talk to you.”

Klaus raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Talk to me, is it? Alright, then.” He steps aside, gesturing for Landon to enter. “Come in.”

Landon steps through the doorway, his nerves intensifying as he takes in the grandeur of the Mikaelson home. The place radiates history and power, and it doesn’t help that every creak of the floorboards feels like it’s announcing his presence to the entire house.

“Have a seat,” Klaus says, leading him into the living room.

Landon’s heart sinks further when he sees who else is waiting there. Elijah Mikaelson, impeccably dressed as always, sits in an armchair, sipping from a glass of bourbon. His calm, composed demeanor somehow makes him even more intimidating. And then there’s Kol, lounging on the couch with a mischievous grin, as if he’s been waiting for something or someone to entertain him.

“Well, this is unexpected,” Kol says, his tone laced with amusement. “Landon Kirby, isn’t it? What brings you to our humble abode?”

Landon tries to muster a smile but fails miserably. “Uh, hi. Yeah. Um… I just wanted to.-“

“You’re nervous,” Elijah observes, his tone polite but pointed. He sets his glass down and folds his hands in his lap, his intense gaze locking onto Landon. “Why is that?”

“Nervous?” Kol smirks, leaning forward. “You don’t think he’s here to ask for something, do you, brother?”

Klaus walks into the room, standing beside Elijah, and crosses his arms. His expression is calm, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes that keeps Landon rooted to the spot.

“Well?” Klaus says, tilting his head. “If you’ve come all this way to speak to me, Mr. Kirby, then speak. I don’t have all night.”

Landon glances around the room, realizing that all three Mikaelson brothers are now watching him like predators sizing up their prey. His mind blanks for a moment, and he almost considers making a run for it. But then he remembers your smile, the way you encouraged him to try, and he forces himself to stand a little taller.

“I… I’m here to ask for your permission, Mr. Mikaelson,” Landon begins, his voice shaky but determined. “To, uh, take Y/n to the dance.”

The room goes still. A heavy silence fills the air, and Landon swears he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. It feels as though all the air in the room has been sucked out, and the weight of the three originals and their gazes is enough to make him feel like he’s being dissected.

Klaus doesn’t move, his expression still unreadable. Elijah’s eyes narrow, just the slightest, and Kol’s smirk deepens into something far more predatory.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Klaus speaks, his voice smooth but with an edge. “You wish to take my daughter to a dance?”

Landon nods quickly, his voice steadying a little now that he’s finally said it aloud. “Yes, sir. I do. And I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

There’s a small shift in Klaus’s posture an almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. “Tell me, Mr. Kirby…” Klaus leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving Landon’s. “What makes you think I’d allow that?”

Landon swallows. This is the moment. He can’t falter now. He stands a little straighter, trying to project as much confidence as he can muster. “I.-“I care about Y/n a lot, sir. I know she’s… well, she’s amazing. And I want to make her happy. I’ll protect her with everything I’ve got.”

Elijah tilts his head, his voice as calm and calculating as ever. “And what does protecting her mean to you, Landon? You’re… human. That means you’re far more vulnerable than she is.”

Landon’s mouth goes dry. “I know I’m not as strong as you all, but I.-“ He stops himself, realizing how pathetic that sounds. “But I’ll never let anything happen to her. I swear.”

Kol chuckles softly, but there’s no warmth in it. “Protecting her with what, exactly? Your charming personality? Or the fact that you can’t even defend yourself from a single vampire?”

Landon shoots Kol a nervous glance but tries to keep his voice steady. “I may not be a vampire or a hybrid, but I’ll do whatever it takes. I’d never put her in harm’s way, and I’d rather… I’d rather die than let anyone hurt her.”

The room grows even quieter, and Landon feels like he’s barely breathing, waiting for Klaus’s verdict.

Finally, Klaus’s gaze softens, though just barely. He stands up straight, his eyes scanning Landon carefully. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But bravery alone doesn’t keep someone safe.” He turns to Elijah and Kol, his tone colder now. “What do you two think?”

Elijah, ever the stoic one, seems to consider it for a moment. “He’s earnest, Klaus. And he does care for her. But he’s not the type to take things lightly, either. I think he’ll treat her well.”

Kol, on the other hand, leans back into his seat, an amused grin still playing on his lips. “Oh, I think it’ll be entertaining. The look on his face when you try to kill him, Klaus. Can’t say I’m not looking forward to it.”

Landon’s stomach lurches, and he tries to ignore the heat rising in his face.

Klaus doesn’t respond to Kol right away, instead pacing a bit before he turns back to Landon. He stares at him for a long, drawn-out moment, and Landon wonders if he’s about to get tossed out or worse.

Finally, Klaus lets out a breath and says, “Alright, Mr. Kirby. I’ll allow it.”

Landon’s heart skips a beat, relief flooding him in a wave. “Really?”

Klaus’s lips twitch slightly, but the smile never reaches his eyes. “However, know this: I’m allowing it because you’ve shown respect. But if you hurt my daughter in any way, you won’t find me so lenient. Are we clear?”

Landon nods vigorously, practically bouncing on his heels. “Yes! Yes, I promise. I won’t hurt her, I swear.”

“Good,” Klaus says, his tone cool but satisfied. He turns toward Kol and Elijah. “Well, then. It looks like the mortal has earned his spot at the dance.”

Kol chuckles. “Don’t get too comfortable, Landon. You’ve earned this one battle, but the war is far from over.”

Elijah smirks, but there’s no real malice in his words. “You’ve made a good impression, but I’d still keep an eye on your back, just in case.”

Landon nods quickly, the nerves still crawling under his skin but softened by the sense of victory that fills him. He made it through. He’s in.

As he starts to back toward the door, Klaus calls after him, his voice more relaxed than before. “And Landon?”

Landon freezes and turns back. “Yes, sir?”

Klaus gives him a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Make sure she enjoys the dance. It’s important to her. Don’t ruin it.”

Landon smiles, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “I won’t. I promise.”

As he steps out the door, he can’t help but exhale loudly, wiping his brow. He made it. And now all that’s left is to take you to the dance and make sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.

Landon practically bursts through the door of the Salvatores boarding school, a mix of relief and still-pounding nerves coursing through him. He’s made it out of the Mikaelson mansion in one piece, and somehow, Klaus actually agreed to let him take you to the dance. But he knows he’s not quite off the hook yet there’s still the matter of telling his friends.

As soon as he enters the common room, MG looks up from the couch, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our favorite mortal. How’d it go? Did Klaus decide to rip you apart on the spot, or are you still intact?”

Landon lets out a deep sigh, collapsing onto a chair with a dramatic groan. “I’m alive. Barely.”

MG raises an eyebrow. “That good, huh?”

Landon looks over at him, then at the rest of his friends Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed all of whom are lounging around, waiting for the verdict.

“So?” Kaleb asks, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “Did you survive the wrath of the mighty Mikaelsons, or are you now a permanent resident of the family’s ‘invisible’ cemetery?”

Landon groans again, burying his face in his hands. “You don’t even know. It was like being interrogated by three centuries-old vampires and one of them being a hybrid with a literal temper. I thought they were going to feed me to the wolves.”

Jed chuckles. “Well, you’ve got that whole ‘vulnerable human’ thing going for you. No wonder Klaus was looking at you like you were the main course.”

Landon shoots him a glare but can’t help the small smile that creeps onto his face. “Yeah, it was that bad.”

Just then, MG stands up, his hands clasped in front of him as if he’s presenting a show. “Alright, Landon. Before you say anything else, tell us: what color of coffin do you want? Do you think you’ll fit in one of those black mahogany ones? Or are you more of a ‘funeral chic’ kind of guy, maybe a nice oak or cherry?”

Landon looks at MG, blinking in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”

MG shrugs, putting on his best “serious” face. “Well, now that you’ve gotten Klaus’s blessing somehow you should be thinking about your funeral arrangements. I’m just helping you plan ahead.”

Landon stares at him for a beat before bursting out laughing. “I am not thinking about that!”

“Oh, come on,” MG says, grinning from ear to ear. “Klaus is definitely going to want to make an example out of you. I’m just trying to save you the trouble of figuring out which of your organs are going to be missing by the end of this.”

Landon laughs, shaking his head. “You guys are insane. I’m just trying to make sure Y/n has a good time at the dance. You think Klaus cares if I’m wearing the wrong shoes?”

“Wrong shoes? He’d probably care if you wore the wrong type of heart,” Kaleb says, rolling his eyes. “Like, you know, if it was still beating when he sees you holding her hand. He might just tear it out for fun.”

Landon groans. “Can you guys be serious for one second? I almost died in there.”

“I am serious,” Kaleb says, giving him a smirk. “When your literal future father-in-law is Klaus Mikaelson, you can’t help but plan your funeral arrangements. I’m just trying to make sure you’re ready.”

Rafael chuckles. “Yeah, man, you should probably start looking at the more affordable coffins. You know, just in case Klaus doesn’t decide to go full ‘killing you slowly for fun’ mode and opts for something quick.”

“Or he could just send you off in a regular pine box,” Jed adds, not missing a beat. “If you’re lucky, it’ll have a nice lining. Not that it matters much when you’re dead, but it’s the thought that counts.”

Landon looks at them all, deadpan. “You guys are terrible friends.”

“We’re just trying to prepare you for what’s coming,” MG says, taking a seat and crossing his arms. “It’s not every day someone has to ask Klaus and his brothers for permission to take the princess to a school dance.”

Landon sighs, rubbing his face. “I really hope this is all worth it.”

“Oh, it’s totally worth it,” Kaleb assures him with a grin. “Just think of the story you’ll be able to tell at your own funeral.”

Landon shoots him a look, but then he breaks into a smile. “You guys are ridiculous. But seriously, I really need a drink after that.”

Jed stands up with a laugh. “I’ve got you covered, my man. But we’re definitely getting you some strong stuff. You’re gonna need it.”

As Landon watches his friends scatter to find drinks and snacks, he can’t help but feel a little better. Sure, he was basically interrogated by Klaus and his brothers, but now he has his friends to help him get through the aftermath. And maybe, just maybe, if he survives this dance, he’ll finally get a little peace. Or at least a little less joking about his imminent demise.

The dining room of the Mikaelson mansion was as grand and elegant as always, the chandelier casting a warm glow over the long table. You sat comfortably between your parents, your mother reaching over occasionally to brush a stray strand of hair from your face while your father poured you another glass of sparkling cider. Dinner was lively as usual, with your uncles and aunts bantering, laughing, and sometimes bickering about old stories and mischief they’d caused over the centuries.

You were happily digging into your plate when Kol, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly cleared his throat. His signature smirk spread across his face, the kind that always signaled trouble.

“So,” Kol began, his voice carrying that unmistakable tone of mischief. “By the way, my favorite niece, your lover boy almost got himself killed by your dear father and us your favorites uncles today well I am talking about me I’m your favorite uncle.”

The fork you were holding froze mid-air, your cheeks immediately turning red. “What?” you stammered, darting a look at your dad.

Klaus, who had been swirling his wine glass lazily, didn’t even flinch. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, little wolf,” he said nonchalantly. “The boy showed up unannounced, rambling nervously about some dance. I merely… tested his intentions.”

Kol let out a laugh. “Tested? Oh, Nik, don’t be modest. You stared at him like you were imagining all the ways you could rip him apart. I swear, the poor lad’s knees were shaking so hard I thought he’d collapse right there on the threshold.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Uncle Kol, please.”

“Oh, no, darling, you can’t hide now,” Kol teased, clearly enjoying himself. “Do you know what he said when he finally got up the courage to speak? He actually had the nerve to call Klaus ‘sir.’”

Rebekah snorted into her wine glass. “Oh, poor thing. No wonder he survived it t must’ve amused Nik to hear someone grovel for a change.”

“I wasn’t amused,” Klaus said, though the small twitch of his lips betrayed him. “I merely appreciated the respect. Though I admit, his fear was… entertaining.”

Elijah, ever the voice of calm, set his glass down and added, “He was quite brave, actually. Despite his nerves, he made his case rather eloquently.”

Kol scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Brave? The boy nearly fainted when Nik said, ‘What makes you think I’d allow that?” He burst out laughing, his laughter infectious enough that even Rebekah chuckled.

“uncle!” you hissed, your face burning. “You’re making it sound worse than it was!”

“Am I, though?” Kol quipped. “He practically had a foot in the grave already, Darling. Speaking of which, we should probably invest in some new coffins. Just in case.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands.

Hayley, sitting next to you, leaned over with a reassuring pat on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure he handled it fine. Your father might have been dramatic, but he’s still sitting here alive, isn’t he?”

“And to be fair,” Rebekah added, smirking, “if he’s willing to endure all of that just to take you to a dance, he must like you quite a lot.”

Klaus straightened in his chair at that. “Of course, he likes her. He’d be foolish not to. But let’s not forget, Rebekah, liking her isn’t enough.”

Kol gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. “Oh, listen to you, Nik. Already planning to be the overbearing father. It’s adorable, really.”

“Kol,” Elijah interjected, his tone exasperated but amused, “perhaps you could let Y/n enjoy her meal without embarrassing her further.”

Kol leaned back with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop. For now. But only because I’m rather enjoying my dinner.”

You peeked out from behind your hands, glaring playfully at him. “I’m going to tell Landon about this, you know. See how he feels about you calling him out like that.”

Kol laughed, raising his wine glass in your direction. “Oh, do, darling. I’m sure he’ll love to relive the whole ordeal. Perhaps I’ll invite him over and recount every detail myself.”

Your mother rolled her eyes but smiled, pulling you into a side hug. “Ignore him, sweetheart. You know Kol just loves to stir the pot.”

Your father, however, leaned closer, his expression serious but tinged with humor. “Still, my little wolf, if that boy does anything to upset you, rest assured, your uncles and I will handle it.”

“Dad,” you groaned, laughing despite yourself.

The table erupted in laughter, and while you felt utterly mortified, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of your family’s love surrounding you. Even if they embarrassed you half to death, you knew they only did it because they cared.

The evening sun filtered through the tall windows of the Mikaelson mansion, casting a golden glow over the room. You were sitting in your father’s art studio, surrounded by canvases, brushes, and the familiar scent of paint. Klaus stood beside you, his own canvas perched on an easel, as he worked with deliberate strokes, his expression calm but focused.

You loved these moments with your father just the two of you, sharing something he loved so deeply. Painting had always been his escape, his way of expressing what words couldn’t, and you cherished that he let you be a part of it.

“Yours is coming along nicely,” Klaus said, glancing over at your canvas. His voice was soft, filled with pride.

You smiled, dipping your brush into the vibrant blue paint. “Thanks, Dad. I had a good teacher.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Flattery will get you everywhere, little wolf.”

For a while, the two of you painted in companionable silence, the only sounds being the soft swish of brushes against the canvas and the occasional chirping of birds outside. But then Klaus set down his brush and turned toward you, his blue eyes studying you thoughtfully.

“You know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh-oh,” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “That’s dangerous.”

He smirked but didn’t take the bait. Instead, he stepped closer, his tone growing more serious. “I know I’m… overprotective. Perhaps even to an extreme.”

You set your brush down, sensing the shift in his mood. “Dad—”

“No, let me finish,” he said gently, taking a seat on the stool beside you. “I know it frustrates you sometimes. The way I question every person who gets close to you, the way I hover, the way I make it clear that no one will ever be good enough for my little wolf.”

You bit your lip, unsure where he was going with this, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“But I need you to understand,” he continued, his voice softening, “I only do it because I love you. You are my everything, Y/n. From the moment I first held you in my arms, you became the single most important thing in my life. You’re not just my daughter, you’re my heart, my hope and my reason for being.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“I’ve lived a long time,” Klaus said, his gaze distant for a moment as if recalling centuries of pain and loss. “I’ve lost so much too much. And the thought of losing you? It’s unbearable. Without you, little wolf, I can’t live. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have: peace.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks now, and Klaus reached out, gently wiping them away with his thumb. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he murmured. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You shook your head, smiling through your tears. “I’m not upset. I just… I didn’t know you felt like that.”

“Of course, I do,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “I know I don’t always say it, but you mean the world to me. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means being a little… overbearing.”

You laughed softly, leaning into his hand as he cupped your cheek. “You’re more than a little overbearing, Dad. But I get it. And… I love you, too.”

A rare, genuine smile spread across his face, and he pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. “I love you more than words can say, little wolf. Always.”

For a while, you just stayed there in his embrace, feeling safe and loved. Eventually, Klaus pulled back and tapped your nose with a paint-covered finger, leaving a small blue smudge.

“Now,” he said, his tone lightening, “let’s see if my little artist can beat me in creating a masterpiece.”

You laughed, grabbing your brush. “Oh, it’s on, old man.”

As the two of you returned to your canvases, the earlier heaviness melted away, replaced by laughter and playful banter. And in that moment, you were reminded once again how much your father loved you. and how lucky you were to have him.

The Mikaelson mansion was buzzing with excitement as the day for the school dance approached. You were sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine absentmindedly, when Rebekah waltzed into the room with her usual flair, her eyes gleaming with purpose.

“Alright, my gorgeous niece,,” she announced, clapping her hands together. “It’s time we find you the perfect dress for the dance. Something that will make that boy of yours forget how terrified he is of your father.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Auntie Bex, can’t I just wear something I already have? I mean, it’s just a dance.”

Rebekah gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest as if you’d just insulted her entire existence. “Just a dance? Y/n, it’s your first school dance! You can’t just show up in something ordinary. You need to make a statement.”

Hayley walked in, carrying a mug of coffee, and smirked at the scene. “Don’t argue, Y/n. When your aunt gets this determined, it’s easier to just go along with it.”

You groaned but couldn’t suppress the small smile creeping onto your face. “Fine. But no over-the-top, frilly stuff, okay?”

“Deal,” Rebekah said with a wink. “Now, go get your shoes. We’re heading out.”

Not long after, you, your mom and your aunts piled into the car and made your way into the heart of the city. The shopping district was lively, the streets lined with boutiques, twinkling lights, and the faint sound of music drifting through the air.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Freya said, looping her arm through yours as you walked into the first boutique. “I don’t get to do this kind of thing often, so you better enjoy it.”

“I’ll try,” you teased, grinning at her.

Rebekah was already scanning the racks like a woman on a mission, pulling out dresses and holding them up for inspection. “This one’s too plain. This one’s too short. Oh, this one could work if we added a few accessories…”

Your mother leaned against a nearby wall, sipping her coffee and shaking her head. “She’s like a hurricane when it comes to shopping, isn’t she?”

“You have no idea,” you muttered, watching as Rebekah flitted from one rack to another with lightning speed.

“Oh, come now,” Rebekah said, overhearing you. “You’ll thank me when Landon sees you in the perfect dress and forgets how to breathe.”

Freya laughed. “Or how to form a coherent sentence. That boy’s already skittish enough around Klaus.”

You rolled your eyes but felt a flush creep up your cheeks. “You guys are ridiculous.”

After what felt like hours of trying on dress after dress. some of which were vetoed immediately by Hayley for being “too revealing” and others dismissed by Rebekah for being “too boring” you finally stepped out of the fitting room in a dress that made everyone fall silent.

It was elegant yet simple, a perfect balance of your style and the timeless class your family was known for. The fabric shimmered subtly under the light, and the fit was flawless.

Rebekah clasped her hands together, her eyes practically sparkling. “That’s the one. Absolutely perfect.”

Hayley nodded, a proud smile on her face. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Freya stepped closer, adjusting the hem slightly and nodding in approval. “It’s stunning, Y/n. You’re going to steal the show.”

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, feeling a little shy under their adoring gazes. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Rebekah said firmly. “Landon won’t know what hit him.”

“And neither will anyone else,” Hayley added, her tone protective. “But if anyone even thinks about messing with you, they’ll have to deal with us first.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think you guys are more excited about this dance than I am.”

Freya grinned. “Of course we are. You’re the baby of the family. We have to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

After finalizing the dress, you spent the rest of the afternoon hunting for shoes and accessories, with Rebekah insisting on the importance of “the complete look.” By the time you were done, you were exhausted but couldn’t help feeling excited as you imagined how the dance would unfold.

As you all piled back into the car, Rebekah turned to you with a sly smile. “Now, darling, let’s talk about hair and makeup. I have some ideas…”

“Rebekah,” Hayley said warningly, “don’t overwhelm her.”

You groaned dramatically, making everyone laugh, but deep down, you felt grateful. Shopping with your mom and aunts was chaotic, but it was filled with love, and you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.

Landon paced nervously in the Salvatore School common room, his hands clutching a tie that he couldn’t figure out how to knot. His friends. MG, Kaleb, and Jed sat sprawled on the couches, watching him with varying degrees of amusement and pity.

“Alright, Landon,” Kaleb said, smirking as he leaned back, arms crossed. “You’re pacing so much, you’re gonna wear a hole in the floor. Chill, man.”

“I can’t chill!” Landon exclaimed, throwing his tie onto the coffee table. “Do you guys realize what I’m about to do? I’m taking Y/n Mikaelson to the dance. The Y/n Mikaelson. That means her dad, her uncles, her entire original vampire family is going to be watching my every move.”

Jed grinned, leaning forward. “Don’t forget her aunt Rebekah. I heard she once ripped a guy’s heart out because he didn’t pull out her chair at dinner.”

“That’s not helping!” Landon groaned, flopping onto the couch.

MG picked up the tie and started fiddling with it. “Look, man, it’s gonna be fine. You already got through the worst part. asking Klaus for permission. The fact that you’re still alive is a good sign.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb chimed in, “but just barely. From what I hear, Klaus and Kol were probably one snarky comment away from turning Landon into a pile of ash.”

Landon shot him a glare. “Again, not helping.”

MG chuckled, holding up the tie. “Alright, real talk. what are you wearing to this thing? Please tell me you’re not gonna show up in that sad excuse for a blazer that you have.”

“I got a new suit,” Landon mumbled defensively.

Kaleb raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Let’s see it.”

Landon sighed, standing up and pulling a garment bag from the back of a chair. He unzipped it to reveal a sleek, dark suit with a subtle shine, complete with a perfectly pressed white shirt and a dark blue tie.

MG whistled. “Okay, okay. Look at you, Mr. Fancy. You clean up nice.”

Jed tilted his head, squinting at the suit. “Looks sharp. But, uh… you think it’s gonna stain?”

Landon blinked. “Stain? What are you talking about?”

“You know,” MG said, grinning wickedly. “When Klaus decides to rip out your heart because you step on Y/n’s foot or something. Blood can be hard to get out of fabric.”

Kaleb burst out laughing, clapping his hands together. “Man, he’s got a point! You should’ve gone with something darker red hides blood better. Rookie mistake.”

“Or just wear a poncho,” Jed added with a shrug. “Less cleanup that way.”

Landon groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Why did I even ask you guys for help? You’re making me feel worse.”

“Relax,” MG said, slinging an arm over Landon’s shoulder. “We’re just messing with you. You’ll be fine. Just don’t do anything stupid, like spill punch on her dress or forget to compliment her. Oh, and maybe avoid being alone with her family for too long.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb said, grinning. “Especially Kol. That guy’s crazy, and not the fun kind of crazy.”

“Not helping,” Landon muttered again, shaking his head.

MG handed him the tie. “Alright, let’s focus. Get this on, practice your lines in the mirror, and remember: confidence is key. If Klaus smells fear, you’re done for.”

“That’s comforting,” Landon said dryly, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

As they continued to tease him, Landon couldn’t help but think that, for all his nerves, having friends to lighten the mood might actually keep him from having a complete meltdown before the dance. Well, maybe.

The Salvatore School common room was lively as usual, with you, Lizzie, Josie, Landon, MG, Kaleb, and Jed lounging on the couches and chairs, throwing playful banter back and forth. Landon, as usual, looked like a bundle of nerves, sitting next to you and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Lizzie, who always seemed to enjoy stirring the pot, glanced at Landon with a smirk. “So, Landon, have you decided what your last words are going to be? You know, just in case.”

Landon groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Why does everyone keep acting like I’m going to die?”

“Uh, because you might?” Kaleb said, grinning. “No offense, Y/n, but your dad has a reputation. And your uncles? They’re like a murder squad. If I were Landon, I’d be saying my goodbyes right about now.”

Josie tried to hold back a laugh but failed. “He’s not that bad, guys. Right, Y/n?”

You rolled your eyes, patting Landon’s shoulder. “They’re just messing with you. My dad’s bark is worse than his bite.”

“Uh, yeah, tell that to the thousands of people he’s actually bitten,” MG quipped, earning a round of laughter.

“Wow, thanks for the support,” Landon muttered, slouching further into the couch.

Suddenly, MG straightened up, his expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. “Guys,” he said dramatically, “we need to talk about something important. If Klaus actually kills Landon, we need to decide how we’re going to honor his memory.”

Kaleb nodded, stroking his chin like he was pondering something deeply profound. “True, true. A eulogy, maybe? Or a memorial tree in the courtyard?”

Jed, catching on to the joke, slapped his chest and sniffled loudly. “Guys, I can’t! I’ll cry too much!”

“Don’t cry for me!” Landon groaned, throwing a pillow at Jed.

But Jed dodged and dramatically wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “We’ll miss you, bro, but, uh… we can’t avenge you.”

“What?!” Landon exclaimed, sitting up straight.

MG shrugged, pretending to look apologetic. “Yeah, man. If we try to get revenge, your father-in-law will turn us into, like… garden mulch. So, sorry, but we’re not signing up for that.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb added, nodding solemnly. “We’ll say nice things at your funeral, though. Real heartfelt stuff.”

“Oh, totally,” Jed said, clutching his chest again. “Like, ‘Landon Kirby: the bravest dude to ever date a Mikaelson. May he rest in pieces.’”

“Pieces?” Landon squeaked.

“Well, it depends on how mad Klaus gets,” Kaleb said nonchalantly.

Even Lizzie couldn’t resist joining in. “Don’t worry, Landon. We’ll make sure the flowers at your grave match your suit. It’s the least we can do.”

“Guys, stop,” you said, trying to sound stern but unable to hide your laughter.

Landon, on the other hand, looked half-amused and half-horrified. “You’re all terrible friends.”

“Hey, at least we’re honest,” MG said, raising his hands. “I mean, c’mon, would you take on Klaus Mikaelson for me? Be real.”

Landon hesitated. “Uh… well…”

“Exactly,” Kaleb said, smirking.

You leaned over, grabbing Landon’s hand to reassure him. “Don’t worry, Landon. They’re just being idiots. My dad actually likes you.”

“Likes him?” Josie whispered to Lizzie with a grin. “Is that why he sharpened his favorite weapons the other day?”

You shot Josie a look, trying to suppress your laugh as Landon groaned again, sinking back into the couch.

“Okay, I’m doomed,” he muttered. “Does anyone know a good hiding place?”

“Not really,” Jed said, smirking. “But we do know a good funeral home.”

The room erupted into laughter, and despite Landon’s protests, even he couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

The Mikaelson family gathered in the grand living room of their mansion, the soft glow of the chandelier casting a warm light over the scene. Your father and uncles stood near the fireplace, each with a glass of bourbon in hand, while your aunts and mother were sprawled across the couches with their phones, scrolling through endless pictures of hairstyles. The faint sound of classical music played in the background, creating an oddly serene atmosphere considering the topic of conversation.

“I think this braid would look perfect on Y/n,” Rebekah said, holding up her phone to Hayley. “Elegant, yet timeless.”

Hayley tilted her head, studying the image. “It’s nice, but what about something with curls? Y/n has such beautiful hair; we should make it stand out more.”

Freya chuckled, shaking her head. “You two are overthinking this. Y/n would look stunning no matter what hairstyle she picks.”

Meanwhile, the brothers were deep in their own conversation. or, more accurately, Kol was stirring the pot as usual.

“So,” Kol began, swirling his bourbon with a mischievous glint in his eye, “dear brother, have you decided how you’re going to kill your future son-in-law? Or are you going to just let him die of fright when he sees you at the dance?”

Klaus shot him a glare but said nothing, sipping his drink instead.

Elijah, ever the diplomat, raised an eyebrow. “Kol, must you be so dramatic? Landon has already proven his intentions are honorable.”

Kol scoffed, smirking. “Honorable? The boy could barely string two words together when he came here begging for Y/n’s hand in. what was it, again? Oh, yes, a high school dance. Pathetic, really.”

Klaus’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “I’ll admit, it was… amusing. The stammering, the sweating… the way he almost bolted when I opened the door.”

“That’s because you looked at him like he was dinner,” Hayley chimed in, glancing up from her phone. “Poor kid probably thought he was going to be the next werewolf snack.”

“Well, he should be afraid,” Klaus said, his tone deceptively casual. “It keeps him in line. If he even thinks about putting one foot out of place…” He trailed off, letting the unspoken threat linger.

Kol burst out laughing, clapping Klaus on the shoulder. “Oh, Nik, you’re such a softie these days. Let me guess. you’ve already got the ‘disappointed father’ speech planned, don’t you? Or are you going straight for the ‘intimidating immortal hybrid’ act?”

Klaus rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Why would I waste my time with speeches when actions are far more effective?”

“Of course,” Kol said, grinning wider. “But do tell. are you thinking heart removal, or something more creative? Personally, I’d go for the old-fashioned ‘hang him upside down from a tree’ routine. Really sends a message.”

Elijah sighed, setting his glass down. “Kol, must you always turn everything into a spectacle? Landon has survived thus far. Perhaps we should give him some credit for his resilience.”

Rebekah, who had been quietly listening while scrolling through hairstyles, smirked and chimed in. “Oh, please. The boy’s only alive because Y/n begged Klaus not to kill him. Don’t act like he’s some great survivor.”

Hayley snorted, shaking her head. “You guys are unbelievable. Landon’s just a kid trying to impress Y/n. Cut him some slack.”

Freya chuckled. “To be fair, I think he deserves a little credit for standing up to Klaus. Most people wouldn’t even dare knock on this door.”

Kol raised his glass. “To Landon Kirby: the bravest idiot I’ve ever met. May he survive the dance without fainting. or worse.”

Klaus smirked, raising his glass in return. “We’ll see. But if he dares step out of line, I’ll be sure to remind him why he should fear me.”

Hayley rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”

Rebekah leaned over to show Freya a picture of an elaborate braided updo. “What do you think about this one? Too much?”

“Perfect,” Freya said. “Now, let’s just hope Y/n can survive her overprotective father and uncles long enough to enjoy her dance.”

As laughter filled the room, you walked in, looking around suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”

The room fell silent for a moment before Kol, ever the troublemaker, grinned and said, “Oh, nothing, darling niece. We were just discussing how many ways your father plans to terrify your boyfriend.”

You groaned. “Seriously? You guys are unbelievable.”

“Welcome to the family,” Freya said, smirking as she patted the seat next to her.

The Mikaelson mansion was quiet that evening, the usual chaos giving way to a more serene atmosphere as preparations for the big night unfolded. Your dress hung on a nearby mannequin, glimmering softly under the dim chandelier light. You sat in front of an ornate vanity, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as your aunts worked their magic.

Rebekah stood beside you, a makeup brush in hand, her expression one of intense concentration. “Hold still, darling. If you keep fidgeting, I’ll end up giving you a clown face instead of a masterpiece.”

You giggled, trying to stay still as she lightly dusted your cheeks with blush. “I’m not fidgeting that much.”

“Not much?” Rebekah raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You’re like a rabbit caught in headlights. What’s got you so jittery? Nervous about seeing Landon?”

Hayley, standing behind you, chuckled as she carefully pinned another curl into place. “Of course she’s nervous. This is her first big dance, and her first time going with a date. And not just any date. one who’s brave enough to face Klaus and her uncles.”

Freya, on the other side of you, nodded as she braided a section of your hair into an intricate pattern. “Honestly, I’m surprised Landon didn’t faint during his ‘talk’ with Klaus. I was half expecting Kol to scare him off entirely.”

Rebekah laughed, putting down her brush and reaching for a tube of lipstick. “Well, he survived round one. Let’s see how he holds up at the actual dance when Nik is glaring at him the whole night.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You guys are terrible. You’re supposed to be helping me relax, not making me more nervous.”

“Relax?” Rebekah teased, tilting your chin up gently so she could apply the lipstick. “Honey, this is your big night! Nerves are part of the excitement. Besides, you look absolutely stunning. Landon’s jaw is going to hit the floor when he sees you.”

Freya stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Your hair is coming together beautifully. What do you think, Hayley?”

Hayley nodded, a soft smile on her face. “Perfect. Y/n, you look incredible. You’re going to steal the show tonight.”

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, taking in the soft waves and intricate braids Freya and Hayley had woven into your hair. Rebekah’s makeup was flawless, enhancing your features without overdoing it. For a moment, you didn’t even recognize yourself.

“Wow,” you murmured, a little overwhelmed. “I… I look.-“

“Like a princess,” Rebekah finished, stepping back to admire her work. “No, scratch that. you look like royalty. Fitting, considering your father treats you like his little queen.”

Freya chuckled, patting your shoulder. “You’re all set, Y/n. Now, let’s get you into that dress.”

Your mother helped you stand, careful not to mess up your hair, and Rebekah carefully unzipped the garment bag. The dress shimmered as she pulled it out, and you couldn’t help but gasp. It was perfect. elegant yet youthful, with just the right amount of sparkle.

As they helped you into the gown, Freya adjusted the hem while Hayley zipped up the back. Rebekah fluffed the skirt slightly, stepping back with a proud smile.

“There,” Rebekah said, crossing her arms. “You look like a dream.”

You turned to the mirror, your breath catching as you took in the full effect. The hair, the makeup, the dress. it all came together perfectly.

Your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, smiling warmly at you in the reflection. “Y/n, you’re going to have an amazing time tonight. Just be yourself, and don’t worry about anything.”

Freya nodded, her eyes twinkling. “Exactly. And if anyone gives you trouble, well, you have the most intimidating family in the world to back you up.”

Rebekah smirked. “And a whole lot of sass to throw at anyone who dares to step out of line. You’re a Mikaelson, after all.”

You laughed, feeling a surge of confidence as you looked at yourself again. “Thanks, mother and aunts. This really means a lot to me.”

Rebekah leaned down, kissing your cheek lightly. “Go have the time of your life, Honey. But remember. if Landon messes up, just say the word, and we’ll take care of him.”

“Rebekah!” Hayley scolded, laughing as you shook your head.

“Just kidding,” Rebekah said with a wink, though the mischievous glint in her eye said otherwise.

As you looked at your reflection one last time, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and love for your family, even with their quirks. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Landon stood nervously on the doorstep of the Mikaelson mansion, his palms sweaty despite the cool evening air. The house loomed over him like a medieval fortress, its grandeur only amplifying his nerves. With a deep breath, he adjusted his tie, muttering to himself.

“Okay, Landon. You survived the talk… You can do this. Just smile, be polite, and don’t faint.”

He raised his hand to knock, hesitated, and then finally forced himself to tap lightly on the massive door. The sound echoed ominously, and for a moment, he considered running. But before he could entertain that thought, the door creaked open.

And there he was, Klaus Mikaelson, standing in the doorway like a king surveying his kingdom. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Landon, his expression unreadable but undeniably intimidating. He was dressed sharply, though casually, as if to say he didn’t need to try to assert his dominance.

“Ah, Mr. Kirby,” Klaus said, his voice smooth but edged with a hint of amusement. “Right on time. my little wolf is still upstairs getting ready.”

Landon swallowed hard, his throat dry as he cleared it nervously. “Uh, no, sir. I mean, yes, but.-“ He paused, trying to steady himself. “I thought I’d, uh, wait for her here.”

Klaus smirked, stepping aside and motioning for him to enter. “Very well. Come in.”

As Landon stepped inside, the familiar grandeur of the Mikaelson home seemed even more overwhelming than usual. The chandeliers glittered above him, the air thick with history and power. But what really made his stomach drop was the sight waiting for him in the living room.

The entire Mikaelson clan was there, seated as if they had been waiting just for him. Elijah sat in his usual regal posture, a glass of bourbon in hand, his gaze cool and assessing. Kol lounged on the couch, twirling a silver dagger between his fingers, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. Freya leaned casually against the mantel, her arms crossed but her eyes twinkling with amusement. Hayley was there, her expression more neutral but still laced with curiosity.

Rebekah, perched elegantly on a nearby armchair, was the first to break the silence. “Well, well, if it isn’t the brave suitor.” She smirked, her eyes flicking over him. “I must say, Landon, you clean up nicely.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Landon managed, his voice slightly shaky.

Kol snorted. “Ma’am? Oh, please. Rebekah doesn’t look a day over 100.”

Rebekah shot him a glare but didn’t refute the comment.

Elijah set his glass down, his gaze steady on Landon. “It’s good to see you again, Landon. I trust you’re prepared for this evening?”

“Yes, sir,” Landon replied quickly, though the confidence in his voice wavered slightly.

Klaus shut the door behind him and moved to stand beside Elijah, his arms crossed. “Are you sure about that, boy? Because from where I’m standing, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

Landon let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m fine. Really. Just… a little nervous.”

Kol chuckled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “A little? You look like a lamb being led to slaughter. Should I fetch you a glass of water or a stretcher?”

“Kol,” Hayley said with a warning tone, though she was clearly holding back a smile.

Freya smiled sympathetically at Landon. “Don’t mind them. They’re just having fun at your expense.”

“Fun?” Kol smirked, twirling the dagger again. “Oh, come on, Freya. It’s tradition. No one dates a Mikaelson without a little… hazing.”

“Kol,” Klaus said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. He turned his gaze back to Landon, his expression softening slightly. “Relax, boy. You’re here for Y/n, not us. Though,” he added with a smirk, “don’t think for a second we won’t be watching your every move tonight.”

Landon’s heart pounded, but he managed a small nod. “I understand, sir. I’ll, uh… I’ll do my best to make sure she has a great time.”

Rebekah chuckled, raising her glass in a mock toast. “Well, here’s to hoping you survive the night, Landon. And remember if you don’t, it’s nothing personal. Just Mikaelson tradition.”

Kol grinned, leaning back on the couch. “Yes, and you can always haunt us if it doesn’t work out.”

The room erupted in laughter, and while Landon tried to smile, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t entirely joking.

You took a deep breath, smoothing the delicate fabric of your dress as you prepared to descend the grand staircase of the Mikaelson mansion. The faint hum of conversation from the living room reached your ears, and you could only imagine what your family was saying to Landon in your absence. They loved to tease, after all.

The soft click of your heels against the polished wood announced your arrival before you came into view. As you stepped onto the staircase, every pair of eyes turned toward you, the room falling silent in an instant.

Klaus, standing near the fireplace with his usual air of authority, was the first to react. A proud smile spread across his face, his blue eyes softening. “There she is,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but brimming with affection.

Kol let out a low whistle, grinning mischievously. “Well, if this isn’t a sight. Little Y/n all grown up and stealing the show already.”

Freya and Hayley exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles warm and full of pride. Elijah simply nodded, his approval clear in the slight upward curve of his lips.

But none of their reactions compared to Landon’s.

As you reached the bottom of the staircase and stepped into the room, Landon’s jaw practically dropped. His eyes widened, and for a moment, it seemed like he forgot how to breathe. He stared at you, completely captivated, his gaze filled with pure adoration.

“You… you look…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “Wow.”

A blush crept up your cheeks at his awestruck expression, and you offered him a shy smile. “Thank you, Landon. You look pretty great yourself.”

But before he could respond, he felt it. the unmistakable sensation of several pairs of eyes boring into him. Slowly, almost comically, he tore his gaze away from you and glanced around the room.

Sure enough, the siblings and even Hayley were all staring at him with varying degrees of intensity. Klaus’s expression was calm, but his sharp eyes held a warning. Elijah, ever composed, raised an eyebrow slightly, as if silently reminding Landon to behave. Kol, on the other hand, grinned like a cat who’d just cornered a mouse.

“Well, well,” Kol said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Lover boy here seems completely smitten. Can’t say I blame him.”

“Kol,” Hayley warned, though she couldn’t hide the small smirk tugging at her lips.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, stepping in to break the tension. “Oh, leave the poor boy alone. He’s just admiring his date right, Landon?”

Landon nodded quickly, his cheeks flushing. “Y-Yeah, just admiring.”

Klaus took a slow step forward, his presence commanding as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You look beautiful, my little wolf,” he said softly, his voice filled with pride. Then, his gaze shifted back to Landon, his tone hardening just slightly. “Take good care of her tonight. Remember, she’s the jewel of this family.”

Landon gulped and nodded, his hands clenching nervously at his sides. “Of course, sir. I promise.”

Kol chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve got some guts, Kirby. Let’s hope you don’t lose them by the end of the night literally.”

You shot Kol a glare, playfully swatting at his arm. “Uncle Kol, stop scaring him!”

Freya laughed, taking a sip of her drink. “He’s just having fun, Y/n. Don’t worry Landon will be fine. Probably.”

Landon glanced at you, his nervous smile softening when his eyes met yours. Despite the teasing and the pressure, you could see the genuine affection in his gaze. It made your heart flutter, and for a moment, the rest of the room seemed to fade away.

“Shall we?” he asked, offering you his arm.

You smiled, slipping your hand into his. “We shall.”

As the two of you headed toward the door, Klaus’s voice rang out once more. “Landon.”

Landon froze, turning back to face him. “Y-Yes, sir?”

Klaus’s smile was faint but unmistakably sharp. “Remember what we talked about.”

“Yes, sir,” Landon said quickly before practically bolting out the door with you by his side.

The moment you were out of earshot, the room erupted into laughter, Kol’s voice leading the charge. “Oh, that poor lad. He has no idea what he’s in for.”

As the door closed behind you and Landon, the Mikaelson family sat in silence for a moment, the faint sound of your laughter outside barely audible. Klaus stood by the fireplace, his gaze lingering on the door, his fingers drumming against the side of his glass. He didn’t say anything at first, but the subtle tightening of his jaw was enough to catch Kol’s attention.

“Oh, here we go,” Kol muttered, leaning back with an exaggerated grin. “I know that look, brother. Don’t tell me you’re already regretting letting her go.”

Klaus shot him a glare but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he swirled the bourbon in his glass, his mind clearly racing.

Rebekah smirked knowingly from her seat. “Kol’s right. You’re absolutely itching to follow them, aren’t you? I mean, come on, Nik. She’s fine. Landon might be a nervous wreck, but he’s harmless.”

“Harmless is hardly a guarantee,” Klaus replied, his voice sharp but controlled. “She’s my daughter. My little wolf. And she’s out there with a boy who looks like he might faint if he so much as brushes her hand. I won’t just sit here while she’s.-“

“Happy?” Hayley interrupted, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the armrest of her chair. “Come on, Klaus. She’s earned this. Let her have her moment without you breathing down her neck.”

“Breathing down her neck?” Klaus repeated, feigning offense. “I am merely… keeping an eye on her. Protecting her. It’s my job.”

“It’s called parenting,” Elijah said calmly, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “And sometimes, Niklaus, parenting requires a certain degree of trust. Y/n is perfectly capable of handling herself.”

“But Landon isn’t,” Kol chimed in with a laugh. “You saw him! The poor boy could barely string two words together without looking like he was about to collapse. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he trips over his own feet before the night’s over.”

Freya smiled, shaking her head. “Nik, you have to let her go eventually. She’s growing up. Besides, she’s smart. You’ve raised her well. Trust her to make the right decisions.”

Klaus sighed, clearly unconvinced. He set his glass down on the mantel, his fingers drumming against the edge. After a moment of silence, he straightened, his expression determined.

“No,” he said firmly. “I’m not just going to sit here. Let’s go after them and watch.”

The room erupted into a mix of groans and laughter.

“Seriously, Nik?” Rebekah said, exasperated. “You’re going to stalk your own daughter on her date? That’s a new low, even for you.”

Hayley folded her arms, shaking her head. “Klaus, no. She’ll know you’re there, and it’ll ruin everything. Let her have this.”

“Oh, come on,” Kol said, already on his feet. “I’m with Nik. This could be fun! Imagine the look on Landon’s face when he realizes we’ve been watching him the whole time.”

“Kol, sit down,” Elijah said sternly, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. “We are not turning this into a spectacle.”

Klaus ignored them all, already moving toward the door. “I won’t interfere,” he insisted. “I just want to ensure everything is… going smoothly.”

“‘Smoothly’?” Rebekah repeated, rolling her eyes. “Nik, you’re not fooling anyone. You want to scare the poor boy out of his wits.”

“Can you blame me?” Klaus said, turning to face them. “She’s my daughter. My only daughter. And she deserves the best. If he puts one foot out of line.-“

“Niklaus,” Elijah interrupted, his tone carrying the weight of authority. “Enough. Sit. Down.”

For a moment, Klaus hesitated, his jaw tightening as he considered his options. Finally, he sighed and returned to his spot by the fireplace, though he was clearly restless.

Kol snickered, flopping back onto the couch. “Fine, stay here and brood. But don’t come crying to me when Landon puts his hand on her waist during a slow dance.”

The growl that escaped Klaus was enough to send Kol into a fit of laughter, Rebekah shaking her head as she took another sip of her wine.

“Poor Landon,” Freya said with a chuckle. “He has no idea how close he came to being tailed by the entire Mikaelson family.”

“Not yet, anyway,” Kol added with a wink.

Klaus paced the grand hall of the Mikaelson mansion for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. His siblings and Hayley had resumed their conversations, casting amused glances in his direction as he restlessly drummed his fingers against the mantel or adjusted his cufflinks for no apparent reason.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of internal debate, Klaus came to a decision.

“I can’t do this,” he declared suddenly, grabbing his coat.

Everyone stopped, turning to him with varying degrees of exasperation and amusement.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Rebekah groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “Nik, what are you doing now?”

“I’m going to the dance,” Klaus said matter-of-factly, slipping into his coat.

Kol burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink. “Of course you are! Can’t let the lad have a single moment of peace, can you?”

Hayley rolled her eyes, standing up. “Klaus, she’s fine. You’re going to embarrass her.”

“Embarrass her?” Klaus repeated, his voice full of mock indignation. “Nonsense. I’ll be discreet.”

Elijah arched an eyebrow, setting his glass down. “You? Discreet? Niklaus, that may be the most absurd thing you’ve ever said.”

But Klaus was already heading for the door. “She’s my daughter. I’ll be discreet enough. I just want to see her happy. Surely you all can understand that.”

Hayley exchanged a glance with Freya, both women sighing but ultimately letting him go.

“Just try not to terrify the poor boy too much,” Freya called after him.

When Klaus arrived at the dance, he stayed back in the shadows, blending into the edges of the crowd. His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on you.

There you were, standing with Landon in the middle of the dance floor, laughing as you spun around, the skirt of your dress twirling with you. Your face was glowing with joy, your smile brighter than he’d ever seen it. Landon was watching you like you were the only person in the room, his awkwardness melting away as he held your hand and moved along with you.

Klaus felt his heart swell with pride and love. This was the moment he’d been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. the moment when his little wolf began to spread her wings. He stayed rooted to his spot for a while, simply watching you enjoy yourself.

A soft smile crept across his face, the kind of smile that was rare for Klaus Mikaelson for his overprotectiveness, this was what he wanted. for you to be happy, safe, and cherished.

Eventually, you caught sight of him. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you giggled softly, excusing yourself from Landon. You walked over to where he was standing, raising an eyebrow.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” you asked, though your tone was more amused than annoyed.

Klaus shrugged, his smile never faltering. “I simply wanted to see my little wolf in her element. And I must say, you’ve outshone everyone here.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest at his words. “You’re not here to scare Landon again, are you?”

Klaus chuckled, shaking his head. “Not this time, love. Tonight, it’s all about you. And I must admit, seeing you so happy… it’s worth every moment of discomfort I’ve felt letting you go tonight.”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Dad. It means a lot that you’re here.”

Klaus placed a gentle hand on your cheek, his expression soft. “You’ll always be my little girl, Y/n. No matter how old you get, no matter who comes into your life, you’ll always have my heart.”

“Always and forever?” you asked with a teasing grin.

“Always and forever,my little wolf” he promised.

With that, he stepped back, letting you return to the dance floor. But this time, he didn’t feel the need to hover. Instead, he leaned against the wall, watching you laugh and dance with your friends, content in the knowledge that his little wolf was happy.

[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

i’m PISSED about the way gege handled megumi’s character and i wrote an entire 1k-word analysis/rant on it

i think what makes me especially mad in the way that gege has handled megumi’s character is just in how much set up we were being given. yes, megumi was taken over and suppressed for 50 chapters, but we see how he haunts the narrative.

yuji is CONSTANTLY fighting, working to get him back, it is his MAIN focus in this entire fight. yes, he wants to kill sukuna, but it’s BECAUSE he wants megumi back.

“wake up, fushiguro.” (chapter 251)

i’ll do it as many times as it takes! “wake up, fushiguro!” (chapter 263)

in addition to the long, drawn-out “save megumi” arc, we had megumi’s growth as a character before then. he starts off as someone who does not see value in his life. he would rather sacrifice himself to save his friends bc he believes that their lives are worth more than his.

we see this in how willing he is to throw away his life and summon mahoraga. he’s NOT suicidal, it’s just that he would rather that HE be the one to die than anyone else that he cares about when it comes to a deadly situation (sukuna, finger bearer, etc.)

haruta is an entirely different thing, he was already dying. people who think he was stupid for summoning mahoraga on haruta don’t realize he was literally on the verge of death when haruta pulls up and slashes him from behind.

megumi’s mindset is also PERFECTLY defined in the baseball episode and in his flashback talk with gojo in the OoBO. he’d rather play support and sacrifice himself than have someone else sacrifice themselves for him. he needs to learn to be more selfish, greedier, if he ever wants to grow as a sorcerer.

but that contradicts with how he wants to live. he’s living for tsumiki, he’s a socercer for tsumiki. he doesn’t care about getting strong or being the best, he just wants to do what he can to support her, so he doesn’t mind if he’s the sacrifice play.

until yuji. yuji comes in and he dies in the detention center, and we see meg slowly morph into this desire to become stronger. he wants to be strong so he can save people, which is something that he never really cared about doing before, but he doesn’t know how.

then we get to the exchange event, the fight with hanami, and him getting taken out by the bud curse, and he realizes that he NEEDS to be stronger so he can save people like yuji and tsumiki. this is the start of his arc and after his fight in OoBO, he never summons maho again til shibuya

after shibuya (bc there wasn’t a TON of meg development-focused stuff in that arc), we see he’s had a MAJOR growth in his abilities and CT. he’s a lot more confident in how he fights, he’s very dynamic and cunning, and he’s using the shadows in a new way.

but on the other side of it all, he’s struggling a lot internally. tsumiki is awake, but she’s been roped into the CG. he’s wavering and he needs support. he’s stronger now, but he’s not strong enough. he wants to save tsumiki, but he doesn’t know how.

“so start by saving me, itadori!” (chapter 143)

after megumi is taken over sukuna, we see him fight back. he does originally and he suppresses sukuna’s technique in order to protect yuji. however, sukuna acts specifically in a way to sink his soul and submerges him in darkness.

this is the lowest point on megumi’s character. it leads directly into chapter 251 where megumi has entirely given up. he sees no purpose in living, his entire reason for being a sorcerer is dead. yuji tries to pick him up but sukuna cuts them off and we’re left with megumi no longer wanting to live.

this makes his recovery THAT MUCH more important. this makes his character arc SO MUCH more impactful. this is why whenever we get to ch. 266, and yuji and megumi FINALLY talk, it’s a beautiful convergence of their emotions as they talk about their loss and why they feel the way that they do.

this is why it entirely pisses me OFF that after we finally, FINALLY get megumi back, he is immediately sidelined with the rest of the B cast. we don’t get any post-battle discussions, we don’t get a continuation of “i’ll be lonely without you,” we don’t even get a proper conversation between him and yuji.

all of this buildup, this setup, this constant tension between megumi and yuji saving each other and yuji doing literally anything and everything to get megumi back, it all comes to a boiling point, it’s about to spill over the pot, and then it just… ????

i actually get so SO mad thinking about the way that megumi’s character has been concluded. unless this final chapter really does touch on him, his outlook on life, and his motivations now, megumi’s character was just entirely wasted and thrown to the side of the sake of other conclusions and new plot introductions.

we don’t even get a further explanation of “i’ll try to live for someone else.” we know it’s for yuji, we know he comes back because yuji tells him he’ll be lonely. maybe meg is living for yuji but without the self-expectation and pressure he had when he was living for tsumiki. maybe he realized that even a simple life is worth living, so he will use yuji as a crutch as he finds his purpose again again.

something. ANYTHING. any sort of convo that indicates that megumi has NOT retracted into his old self. it probably is the case where he chooses to live for yuji, but is determined to live for himself, but JESUS can we not get a convo about that????

in conclusion, megumi’s character has been so BEAUTIFULLY written. he is so tragic with so many complex motivations and ideas. and we get all this converging together at the very end and it just… disappears. it’s immediately sidelined. how fucking frustrating is that.

[captain-mj]

Domestic short hair cat shifter Ghost who people look down on when they find out, but it’s actually really useful for stealth missions and as a fellow cat owner pissed off cats of any size are a massive problem.

Roach and Soap take him seriously from the get go also being small critters that are actually terrifying (look up weasels they’re vicious blighters)

Have a great day

This ran away from me

Shifters, on paper, were banned from the military. In practice, a lot of military men were shifters. While Price would never give away if he himself was a shifter or not, the threat of being stripped of the title of Captain a bit too real for him to admit it, he spoke rather vocally against the rules. 

And the 141 was an open secret taskforce. No one on it was just human.

Soap was a badger personally He wasn’t the biggest of creatures, but he could hold his own. Roach was a weasel, a particularly vicious one at that. 

Ghost was a cat. At first glance, a kitten. There was a theory he was a black footed cat but he looked rather… normal? He looked like a simple Tawny cat. 

Soup had scooped him up and pet him the first time he saw him. So few Shifters were Domestic cats, it didn't cross his mind that it was maybe a soldier. The worst part was Ghost letting Soap snuggle him for a Few minutes, letting Soap set him down and letting him kiss his forehead before shifting back and walk away.

Soap had been mortified and Roach had laughed at him.

His shaking shoulders made him feel better. A little at least. 

When Ghost had simply told some nosy recruits that he was a feeling, everyone assumed a big car. Tiger, Lion or Cougar.

Not… a house cat. 

Soap was unsure who told their current base the truth. But it got under Ghost’s skin in a way nothing else did. 

Roach, always the jealous one, did not take kindly to people acting like they now had some familiarity with Ghost. They'd joke around and ask him questions and just in general be... off. Sometimes they'd do things for him like open doors or offer to take hard missions for him. It was alarming, but most were smart enough to disguise it as other things.

Soap didn't understand the frustration until someone had the gall, the audacity, the fucking nerve, to call Ghost "kitty."

"Kitty, we know kittens are not that great at fighting. It's okay. Why not leave that to the actual predators, yeah?"

Soap had almost thrown himself over the table in a blind rage. He had been foaming at the mouth pissed and Ghost had to pick him up and drag him away. The glare he sent to the other person was enough for them to realize that Ghost wanted to let Soap go. Let him be the menace he wanted to be.

Roach stood nearby, glaring into them. He snarled and snapped at them until Ghost made it clear he wanted him to follow. The three made it to Ghost's room with minimal damage to anything other than Soap's reputation. Watching him get manhandled was not something most people expected.

Ghost shook his head. "Now boys."

Soap interrupted him. "No! They're being disrespectful just because you're a cat shifter."

"Uh huh."

"And they're trying to get your attention and just in general being horrible. He called you kitty. He tried to sideline you."

"And I can handle it."

Roach hit Ghost's shoulder and looked displeased. He almost immediately rubbed against him as an apology. "They need to learn respect."

"Guys, I can handle it. I promise."

Soap shook his head. "You shouldn't have to. That's the whole point. You're perfect for stealth missions. Perfect for getting into places and you've even been picked by high profile targets. It's really helpful."

Ghost shook his head at them and butted heads with Soap. At first, he thought it was aggressive before realizing Ghost was being affectionate. "You two are such losers."

Roach huffed and quickly wiggled himself into Ghost's arms. He wrapped his arms around the both of them.

Ghost allowed himself, making little noises of displeasure, to be shoved back. They hung all over him. "C'mon. guys."

Soap huffed. "Just want to help you out."

"Don't need it."

"You deserve it."

Roach pulled Ghost down and kissed him sweetly. Ghost muttered under his breath but he relaxed. "Still. You're sergeants."

"You're still our boyfriend." Roach reminded him.

[rei-ismyname]

Giant-Size Wolverine retcons

Marvel, famously, loves having Wolverine as a cash cow, to the point it has its own entry on TVTropes. This manifests as a LOT of Wolverine #1s being released as well as the clawed-one showing up on deceitful covers and guest starring anywhere they think they can justify it. Less common (but still frequent enough) is Forrest Gumping him into historical events or rewriting events he was there for as a character study cynical profiteering.

Sunfire is still great - 'banal prattle.' You tell em

This is the latter, foregrounding Logan in Giant-Size X-Men to the detriment of almost everyone else. In the original Giant-Size X-Men, Logan sits at the back and says very little. Here he takes charge and uncharacteristically identifies that the new squad lacks synergy and a sense of teamwork. He opens with 'it's your first day as new X-Men, people. I'm going to show you how this works.' Uh, isn't it yours too? Did I miss a meeting?

Poor Kurt. Eddie Munster is just mean

So he starts a fight, telling everyone there's one too many people. Colossus objects for sexist reasons (not objection to killing lol) and Storm puts him in his place. Sunfire and Thunderbird both have little patience for white people or bullshit and Logan catches a fireball...

... and an elbow to the spine. Ororo goes off with electricity and Kurt just doesn't want to die, so he BAMFs behind her and starts choking Storm from behind. Logan turns the tables on Proudstar and drops a one liner about metal conducting electricity. I'm no wizard, but I don't think it interacts well with human flesh, either, especially if they have a metal skeleton. Obviously he takes everyone down and has the biggest dick in the world.

Yeah... about Thunderbird.

Banshee bursts in and reveals Logan is acting against Chuck's wishes. I'm generally in favour of that but I'm not fond of its narrative function at all . He has an open shirt, a toothpick in his mouth, and looks oh so pleased with himself. I'm not some reactionary purist who worships the sacred texts and pushes back against retcons. Quite the opposite, in fact. Additive retcons are fantastic when done well - Magneto being a Holocaust survivor stands as one of the best in fiction.

I don't think that's what this is, or at least it's not successful. In Giant-Size X-Men #1 there's no time for this pissing contest because all the other X-Men need rescuing ASAP. Chuck rounds them up and handles the basics then defers to Cyclops, the field leader of many years. They leave immediately and nobody is getting along. Sunfire leaves then comes back. Scott is all business because he's worried about the folks on Krakoa and there just isn't time. If they respect the chain of command in the field that's good enough. Team building can come later.

What's achieved here besides sidelining everyone to centre edge lord Logan? Not a lot, in fact I'd say it minimises Logan's character arc most of all. He was a grumpy loner who eventually learnt to trust people, came to see the X-Men as family, and committed to the team. Logan knowing half this stuff already and having this degree of social confidence just undermines that, as well as Cyclops' leadership of this ragged band. Not sure what Whedon was thinking tbh.

That wasn't the end of it, though. Interestingly, this is Chris Claremont writing here. Again, I'm not a purist and I'm under no illusion about CC's later X-Men work. He'd worked with these characters for a long time but Giant-Size was Wein & Cockrum, so he's choosing to expand the origin story. Thunderbird is still alive so they're still pretty new here. Anyway, Cyke is running a danger room training session - Storm vs Thunderbird.

After some kinda bizarre ethnic posturing Ororo is pinned.

Unsurprisingly, she starts to wig out due to her claustrophobia. Logan picks it up with his advanced senses and jumps in. Scott owns the mistake and ends the training session.

I find it hard to buy Scott would feel like his authority was undermined here. Logan is being as paternalistic as ever, but Scott blames himself for failures. He doesn't externalise it and he understands he's not leading children anymore. It's Chuck who has difficulty adapting to this specific dynamic. Also, Logan had zero interest in leadership. None. It was Ororo who was a friendly rival to him and ended up succeeding him as leader. He also didn't especially trust or show respect to anyone. Everyone else has problems but the focus and Charles' confidant is Wolverine. That's silly as hell.

Okay, private insecurity and self-doubt, totally Scott's thing. I'm just going to ignore literally everything else that's happening, especially 'damaged goods.' Ugh.

The second story came out in 2005 in Giant-Size X-Men #4. Aside from the Wolverine oversaturation and other weird shit I've pointed out, I feel like there was a concerted effort to bring certain characters closer to their FOX movies counterparts. Chuck started looking like Captain Picard, Scott was Flanderised a bit but moreso deemphasized, and Logan started to look and act more like Hugh Jackman. He joined more teams, regressed in social growth yet became way more important to the X-Men. More important to the very fabric of the Marvel universe.

I get why it happened (capitalism) but I think it was executed poorly in many instances. These are particularly egregious, but Wolverine was and is fucking everywhere - under many different writers. There's always going to be a sense of asynchronicity under those circumstances. I've actually come to really dislike Logan lately. Obviously it's an issue for most long running characters, but his particular regression to the mean every new book bores the shit out of me. He's not growing at all, even when everything around him changes. On Krakoa he was mostly just gruff and stabby, monologuing about hell, beer, time, nature, poison, and being the best he is at what he does. 🙄

He'll usually find someone worse than him to point at and call out with transparency he never applies to himself. Magneto, Scott, Beast, Scott, Chuck, teenage Scott, Sabertooth, Omega Red, Beast, Chuck, and Scott again. Someone please deconstruct this guy! Send him to therapy, break him down to his base components and examine them. Fuck his moping or running naked with wolves or fighting the W-digo - give him a messy boyfriend and force him to get the fuck over Jean Grey.

He can still fight ninjas and mentor troubled teens and sulk about whatever his latest thing is - just have him grow! His books will still sell, people will still cheer when he says bub, and snikt isn't going away. Hire Al Ewing to do it like he did with Loki, Hulk, Magneto, Sunspot, etc. Some of those changes actually stuck and the characters are more popular than ever! Is that too much to hope for? Almost certainly, but one can hope.

Boy I got carried away on that outro, lol.

[nyan-bynary]

he's in the bad dog box right now and he bites <3

What if I die right now what then

[neon-kazoo]

The Art of Being a Good Hostage

“This seems to be our favorite way of meeting,” Villain pointed out when he reached a less-than-amused Vigilante crouched in the group next to another vigilante with a substantial chest wound.

“I’d prefer if you just robbed a coffee shop next time,” she replied begrudgingly.

She stopped fretting over the man on the floor long enough to turn out her pockets and shake at her clothes dramatically. Immediately after she was finished, she turned away from Villain without a second thought.

Unfortunately, Villain was not done with her yet.

He dropped a large zip tie at her feet. She slowly looked down to where it had fallen, then back up to the villain, eyes filled with fire. This was going to be a fight.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she stated, as if to leave no room for argument.

“Put it on,” he rebutted, better accomplishing a tone of finality.

“I wouldn’t leave him.”

Vigilante looked back to the ground, and Villain was inclined to believe her. The vigilante had her convictions, and she stuck to them. Still, Villain had his.

“One hand, then. To his.” Villain nodded to the unconscious vigilante.

A compromise: and the best she would get.

Villain stayed long enough to watch Vigilante reluctantly follow the order and hear the click of the tightening restraint before moving further down the line. He pointedly ignored her defiant demeanor and unsavory hand gestures as he assessed the rest of the room.

He finished his count at fifteen fighters under his control. Most had substantial wounds, two were currently unconscious (but breathing; he checked) with Vigilante fairing the best off of all. That was to be expected with how she involved herself in these things, sidelines and damage control. From what Villain could tell, she mostly suffered a bleeding slash on her left leg, which she had already tended to, so he could probably trust she wouldn’t be running whether her hands were free or not.

Overall, not a bad hostage collection for Villain.

Vigilante had already taken care of most of the immediate first aid, tourniquets and makeshift splints scattered throughout the small crowd. Villain took the liberty of moving some of the injured around, grouping the most severe for closer supervision and restraining the less severe for security’s sake.

Speaking of Vigilante, she had not stopped aggressively staring daggers at his back since he had left her tied to her fellow vigilante. He pretended not to notice, but secretly he found it extremely amusing.

She was tenacious, he’d give her that.

The sound of a megaphone shouting outside the atrium signaled the arrival of the negotiation crew.

Showtime.

Villain scanned the group at his feet again, but he already had his relayer picked out. Who better than the queen of cooperation herself?

Villain strutted over to where Vigilante still sat awkwardly on her knees with a hand attached to her technical coworker. She didn’t look up from where she was studying his breathing, but it was obvious she sensed his approach from the scowl fixed on her face. He dropped a small multi tool in front of her.

“I trust I don’t need to threaten you?”

Vigilante just scoffed while clipping her restraint before rolling to her feet and rubbing passive-aggressively at her previously-tied wrist. This was not her first rodeo. She walked confidently towards the doors, albeit with a slight limp, slowing only to hear Villain call his instructions from behind her.

“Accept the phone. Keep it with you, but shut the door once you have it.”

She cracked open the door to retrieve the phone tossed on the ground there.

He didn’t really have much to worry about with her. In the field she was crafty, but once she had surrendered she stayed down. Being allowed around all kinds of operators to perform damage control required a certain level of trust, one that was extremely hard to build and extremely easy to break. She cared about saving lives, and did what she needed to make that possible.

Even if that meant being a mediator in a hostage situation on behalf of the man holding her hostage.

“They want to talk to you,” she called from near the blacked-out windows on the other side of the lobby.

“Not happening. I demand a delivery.”

“What kind?”

“They’ll know.”

Vigilante spoke hushed into the phone, but knowingly loud enough for the villain to listen in. She repeated what he told her with a little bit of theatrical fear, just as a little special touch.

“Tell them I’m willing to let Hero go,” he added. Hero was the only one who hadn’t woken up yet, undoubtedly afflicted by something serious. Villain shot his body a glance from where he stood stationed by the most severe. His pulse was still detectable, but not by much.

“A good will offering?” She questioned, covering the speaker, then teased, “So unlike you, especially so early in a negotiation.”

The criminal merely shrugged, not rising to the bait.

“Call it what you want.”

He caught the smile she tried to hide as she relayed the newest information to the negotiator on the call.

She trusted they would all be going home safe in the end.

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

Your prompt choices

The nice guy loves everyone but you

Or

True Hate's Kiss (only a kiss from an enemy can break the spell)

The nice guy loves everyone but you

You sat on the sidelines of the party, alone again, as everyone crowded around him. It was always him, everybody loved him, he was just the sweetest, kindest best person to all of them. They didn’t know the real him, not like you knew him. How could they, he was not their brother.  Finally having had enough of this, you got up to leave; not even the alcohol enough to keep you.  “Leaving so soon?” his voice stopped you where you stood. “Not my kind of party” you swiveled around to see that he had abandoned his flock of admirers to meet you.  Before he could answer, a girl came up to him, asking if he wanted to dance with her. You didn’t wait to hear his response.

A/N - I came up with this, characters, plot, dialogue, and all in like 15 min and I feel like it shows

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True Hate's Kiss (only a kiss from an enemy can break the spell)

A truly exasperated sigh escaped Thalia as she finally found the scroll she had been searching for. Why was it when you finally found the answers they were never the ones you had been searching for in the first place. “There’s no easy way to tell you this…” regret colored her features as she met Rhiannan’s gaze, “the only way to break the curse is True Hate's Kiss ‒ a kiss from an enemy.” Rhiannan turned to look at Thalia more directly, wildly gesticulating. The mage knew that if she could speak, she would probably be saying something along the lines of “what do you MEAN A KISS FROM AN ENEMY” Finding an enemy of Rhiannan’s would be easy enough Thalia thought, though getting her a kiss from one would be another matter entirely… Rhia had slumped back against the back of her chair, defeated, staring at the ceiling. Across the room, Felicity hummedd thoughtfully before speaking “what kind of an enemy do they mean... ” “And what kind of a kiss?” Jane posited immediately after. “Could she play one of us in a game of chess and then kiss her?” Felicity finished her thought. “We should ask Rita” Jane again, “she’s the one who knows things about kissing.” Thalia took immediate offense at this, she was the one who knew everything about everything after all. Felicity reached across the table to place a reassuring hand atop Thalia's “I’m sure you’ve read plenty of romance novels, but Rita is the one who has done the most of… that sort of thing.”  Thalia pulled her hand out from under Felicity’s. Her friends were all grown adults. They should be beyond cooties and getting all blushy and flustered at the prospect of …intimacy.  And what did they know about what she did while they were all gallivanting about getting stuck in time loops and cursed with muteness. Yes, she did spend most of her time in the library doing research, and in the lab doing more research, and in the field, doing even more research, but that wasn’t the point.  “Do you think I’ve never kissed anyone before?” She stood up, bracing her hands firmly on the table as she loomed over Felicity.  The blonde immediately shied back, her eyes becoming wide and voice becoming small “no” “Have you then?” Jane was not so easily intimidated; in fact, Jane was one of the worst people in the room to try and pick a fight with.  Thalia sighed and backed down, her need for privacy outweighing her need to be right all the time. She knew how to pick her battles, and Jane was not an opponent she would spar willingly.  Rhia slammed her hands on the table pushing her chair backwards and getting up, before another spat could break out. She marched resolutely to the door, in hot pursuit of Rita, wherever she was. Felicity slipped silently out of her chair as well, following like a shadow. Jane waited a moment longer before relenting, breaking eye contact with Thalia, and following the others. Thalia rolled her eyes, returning her book to the shelf before completing the quartet. 

A/N - this was me playing with a bunch of my fae OCs who I am very normal about:

Thalia: a mage who studies magic and the science of magic' huge nerd, photographic memory, very OCD (but like real OCD cause her author has ocd and actually knows what it's like)

Jane: stubborn - she digs her heals in like she's a miner at the California gold rush; very down to earth, speaks in a southern accent that might be fake, has plant, rock, and dirt magical abilities.

Felicity, dryad/forest spirit, basically a Disney princess; can talk to animals, always carries a piece of her tree/forest with her in a locket - if she loses it she loses her powers, completely changes in appearance based off of her emotions sometimes

Rhiannan: impulsive, can fly (both with her own wings and in an airplane/helecopter), a bit of a loose cannon, does stunt driving in movies/tv cause she loves crashing vehicles.

I feel kinda bad that I couldn't find a way to have the curse actually broken in a timely manner. I might come back to this later and just write until I can reach a more final conclusion organically. I'll post and tag you if I finish it

[fazbearedits]

This is Halloween

It’s costume day at raven brook middle

Nicky woke up,but immediately wanted to go back to bed.Today was costume day but he didn’t even wanna go.After coming back to school the last few days had been shit,but he had let go of a lot of things these past few months but he atleast didn’t wanna let go of his favorite holiday.He got up and went to his closet and fished the costume out,he opened it put of the plastic and changed.He walked over to his mirror to make sure he didn’t mess anything up and he saw his costume,a black suit with a plastic earpiece,he was a spy for Halloween.

He brushed his teeth and went downstairs to the kitchen to get breakfast “good morning darling.” Said his mother,cooking breakfast “Morning narf!” Exclaimed his dad from the kitchen table “hey.” Nicky responded,he quickly grabbed a peice of toast off the plate and put it in his mouth before putting on his shoes,he grabbed his bag and walked out the door.It seemed like he blinked and he was at the school gates already,at this point he didn’t care on what finch or any of the other students thought.

Then he saw finch in her costume,she had a spiky brown wig with goggles and a unbuckled straight jacket and she was wearing Nicky’s normal clothes,she was quoting Nicky “YoU’rE gOiNg To DiE aLl Of YoU!” and “No OnE iS sAfE nO oNe!” and he didn’t even blink an eye,finch spotted him “Hey Nicky! I was gonna dress up as a angel but this was to perfect!” And he just walked past her,it was pretty much a free day so he figured he’d find Trinity so he went to the first place he could find her,the inventors club.

He opened the door and saw everyone,Trinity,Enzo,Maritza and Ivan.He also got the chance to see all their costumes,Trinity was Alice form Alice in wonderland,Enzo was Fred from scooby doo,Ivan was a mad scientist and Maritza was a baseball player.as the door creaked open they went from picking candy from a bowl and talking to eachother to dead silence staring at him,he specifically noticed Trinity was purposely looking away.”Hey…” he said awkwardly,”hey.” Enzo responded awkwardly,Nicky walked over to a table and put his bag down,took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves “did you see finch’s costume?” Asked Enzo.

Maritza suddenly started to burst out in laughter and everyone looked at her shocked “what? It’s funny! And the straight jacket too!” She continued to laugh and enzo started to giggle “not gonna lie it is kindaaa funny” enzo said and Ivan let out a chuckle they eventually started to giggle then laugh and Nicky watched in horror he then looked at Trinity who was just standing there not saying anything and that’s when he snapped Nicky just ran out the room and though the hall and then eventually out the school.

He ran out onto the pavement and was ready to run way,he didn’t know where but he just needed to run.Trinity quickly caught up to him “Nicky!” She exclaimed “why did you run off!?” Nicky didn’t want to face her “Why did I run off? WHY DID I RUN OFF?!,I’VE BEEN PUT THROUGH HELL AND BACK THESE PAST FEW MONTHS AND EVEN MORE THESE PAST FEW DAYS AND YOU’VE DONE NOTHING AND HAVE JUST STOOD ON THE SIDELINES THIS WHOLE TIME!” He yelled,still not looking at trinty.

“NO I HAVENT,LISTEN IM SORRY I SAID THAT TO YOU THE NIGHT WE GOT INTO THAT FIGHT I FEEL BAD BUT YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND IVE TRIED TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU BUT YOU JUST IGNORE ME AND LOOK AT THE BAD,YOU NEED TO STOP PUSHING OTHERS AWAY BECAUSE IT WON’T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER.” Trinity yelled,Nicky still didn’t look back at her “Nicky?…hello?” She asked Nicky then turned around and she saw him with tears welling down his face,she was shocked he then ran to her and hugged her tightly Trinity nearly got knocked off her feet so she sat down on the path with him still hugging her,he then began speaking being choked by tears.

“I-I’m sorry,you’re right! It’s just…I thought you were still mad at me but because of what happened in principle abbanante’s office I thought you maybe liked me again but when I saw you standing by when they laughed I thought you still hated me…” Trinity was in shock “Nicky I don’t hate you why would you ever think that?” she asked “I..I don’t know” he responded but Trinity realized he didn’t need to explain,he’s been though enough.The rest of the gang caught up to them “Trinity!” Enzo exclaimed “is Nicky ok?” Ivan asked.”He’s okay but he just needs to calm down.”

The gang sat up against the wall on the path,Maritza holding the candy bowl (yes she brought it)then Trinity scootched up against the wall with her arm around Nicky,he sat up against the wall aswell,resting his shoulder on Trinity.Nicky felt comforted by her presence once again,better than the sack ever was.everyone passed around the candy bowl taking one piece at a time and Nicky felt clam,it only took a few minutes for them to be laughing and cracking jokes with eachother,all of them eating chocolate and other candies.Everything was perfect.

[the-bar-sinister]

All Limits of Disguise (11173 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 2/4 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Whole Cake Island Arc, Fix-It, Fixing the Vinsmokes, Rebecca really said "I can fix them.", Therapy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Slow Burn, Rebecca leaves Dressrosa, Gladiator Rebecca, Polyamorous

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It was probably not quite a fair fight, considering that Rebecca had already sparred with a group of soldiers and the two younger Vinsmoke brothers by the time she faced the shirtless Ichiji in the training ring.

The soldiers had been tougher than she’d expected, but easily handled with the pommel of her blade and their own weight as she sent them careening into training dummies and pillars around the ring. She’d barely worked up a sweat by the time the last one’s helmet rang like the finishing bell.

That changed when Yonji had entered the ring. The younger Vinsmoke brother was a challenge– brutally fast and clever as he whipped around the ring with augmented strength and speed and an unending series of gadgets. As her blows seemed to deflect right off of him, she had to resort to guile in order to win. Careful dodging, moves picked up from countless gladiators locked in the cells with her, and a particularly brutal finisher where she’d wrapped the chain of his mechanical arm around her sword and yanked him down hard were what it took to get him pinned to the ground.

Her muscles ached when Niji stepped in, and her hair plastered upon her forehead with the sweat of exertion. Electricity, power, brutality– he seemed all too excited to get close and back her against the ropes at every opportunity. It took just as much as it had for Yonji, if not more, to keep in the fight. Somehow, she’d managed to turn the tide with the fabric of her cloak, blinding him long enough for her to flip him to the floor and pin him with the edge of her blade and her knees for the win.

But now she stood against the final brother, as Reiju watched with a palpable amusement from the sidelines, keen eyes staring her down as she clapped for each of her brother’s defeats. Rebecca’s breath came in sharp gasps as she readied herself, sword raised and posture firm, unafraid even as her limbs screamed in defiance. Even the brutal matches in the coliseum didn’t put this much of a drain on her…which spoke to the skill of her opponents. This ‘army of evil’. 

Ichiji matched his brothers in terms of both strength and speed, it was clear that he wasn't holding back. Even more than that, the eldest Vinsmoke brother seemed to be quite keenly analytical, even in the middle of a brutal one on one brawl. It was obvious immediately after both her feints had failed and resulted in her taking punishing body blows from him that she wasn't going to be able to end the match with the same kind of guile with which she'd bested the first two brothers.

Rebecca’s ribs ached, and the faint smell of blood surrounded her from the various cuts gained from her sharp impacts with the ground. He was a dangerous opponent, and it was clear the skills she gained as the master of the ‘ring out’ victory weren’t going to be enough.

She wasn’t in Dressrosa anymore…these weren’t her suffering people, and this wasn’t the bloodsport for Doflamingo’s amusement.

She didn’t have anything to prove except her skill here. She adjusted her hold on her sword, and took a step back as she calculated her strike. 

“I’m not going down so easy," she managed through heavy, sharp breaths that tasted like copper…she must have bitten her tongue at some point. 

"Your spirit's impressive. So are your skills." Ichiji said, pacing backward and watching her movements. He fought barehanded, but his fingertips were alive with cracking red energy. "You might have had a chance to take me down while you were fresh."

“Smart thinking to wear me down then,” she said with a grin. So far– he’d only seen her fight with the pommel, with throws and grapples and using her environment.

But she wasn’t the daughter of a famous swordsman…a famous gladiator…for nothing. “But don’t talk like you’ve already won.”

She rushed forward suddenly, her sandals skidding on the floor as she slid and went for an upward slash with the full blade of her sword, letting its weight and her strength carry it through. 

What she didn't expect– what she couldn't have expected– was for him to grab the blade of her sword with his bare hands, sparks flying between his fingers, and twist, redirecting the energy of her swing to topple her to the floor.

She slammed down hard, her armor shooting off sparks as it skidded against the floor and her sword arm twisted enough to make her lose her hold.

She rolled over, shaking legs preparing to prop herself back up even as the blow took the wind right out of her. 

Ichiji's foot came down hard on her chest as she moved to get back up– hard enough to ring straight through her armor like a bell, chattering her teeth. He looked down at her through his implacable black glasses.

"You're good. I'd say you're at the peak of human potential. Unfortunately, we Vinsmokes aren't bound by human limits."

Rebecca’s teeth grit to stop their clatter, and her eyes watered with the pain of being slammed back down. Her breath came ragged, shaky as she lay pinned by his boot.

“The peak of human potential…that’s–” She coughed sharply. “That's nice of you to say. I don’t even have a devil fruit. Almost did…almost.”

She smiled grimly despite his victory. “Must be nice…It’s my first loss in a long, long time…I yield.” 

His own thin smile, which already seemed a rarity on his face, matched hers. He leaned down to offer her a hand up. "A devil fruit. So you're someone who seeks to improve her power rather than rest on her laurels. I approve."

Her shaking hand grabbed his, and she hissed with quiet pain as she hefted herself up with his help. She felt like one huge bruise– but there was an exhilaration to it. The thrill of a well fought fight.

“I had a man I had to kill and I’d have done anything to do it.” she let her gaze linger on his smile for a moment. “I wasn’t able to– things got in the way but I’m always looking to get stronger. It’s one of the reasons I left home in the first place.” 

There was no warmth in Ichiji's smile, but there was something like appreciation there as he helped her to her feet. He nodded with satisfaction, and looked over at his siblings in the audience for a moment.

"I have no doubt with your skill and ambition, you'll find a way to break the barriers holding you back."

Niji whistled and clapped from where he was slumped watching between his siblings. "I haven't had my shit wrecked like that in a sparring match in a long time. Might have been different in a death match, but damn. I'm impressed."

Rebecca flashed him a slightly bloody smile. 

“No need for a death match just yet! Not when we’re all getting along, right?” She laughed, swaying slightly as she tried to take a step. “ough….You guys were tough.”

“They are, aren’t they?” Reiju smiled as she hopped up from her seat. “Hope you didn’t mind if I kept from participating. My specialty isn’t suited to anything but death matches.”

“That’s fine, your brothers were more than enough! I’d love to see what you can do some other time, though!” Rebecca held her hand up,. She glanced back at Ichiji. “I’m thinking of training in haki beyond just Observation haki– but that’s the only thing I think i can do to push myself further right now.” 

"That's one path to improve, certainly," Ichiji nodded. "Since you seem to be keeping your options open, I'll let you know if I have any ideas you might find worth pursuing."

"That's our gracious brother," Niji laughed. Rebecca saw him elbowing Yonji.

Yonji’s grin became unsettlingly large as he was nudged by Niji, and he laughed between his teeth as he nudged back “He’s really an altruist at heart, ain’t he?”

“Oh ah.” Rebecca bowed despite the sharp pain in her ribs. “Thank you, Prince Ichiji. I’ll absolutely be happy to listen!”

Reiju glanced at Ichiji for a long moment before she hummed. “Just remember that not every avenue is worth walking down.” 

"I'd guess right now the only avenue Miss Riku wants to walk down is one toward a massage and a few pounds of crushed ice," Niji laughed. 

"Which we can provide," Ichiji agreed. "In the infirmary– before either of my brothers gets any ideas about providing massage skills himself."

“I could always offer. I’ve been told I have lovely hands.” Reiju purred as her smile grew wide under her long, pink bangs.

Rebecca flushed and held her hands up. “The infirmary sounds great to me! But if someone wants to keep me company I won’t say no!”

She hesitated as she gripped her side with a hiss “if you see Sanji can you make sure he knows I’m alright?” 

"You got it," NIji said, giving her a thumbs up. 

-

"You two were an embarrassment," Ichiji said, arms crossed, as he and his brothers lingered in the training room after Reiju had taken Rebecca to the infirmary.

Yonji grimaced, crossing his arms with a sharp ‘tch’. “She was tougher than I thought! Get off my back, Ichi. You saw the way she fought, she was tricksy!” 

"I sure didn't expect her to be that good," Niji grumbled back. "It threw me off."

"Exactly," Ichiji snapped. "You were sloppy, and you let yourselves be thrown off by an unexpected opponent. That's unacceptable."

"Sheesh! It's not like it's going to happen again," Niji snorted. Despite the rebuke he grinned widely. "Now we know how good she is."

“Don’t act like you aren’t interested, Ichi.” Yonji sneered. “Maybe she got the best of us, but she still held her own against you way longer than she shoulda been able to.” 

"I was testing her strength," Ichiji said, lifting his chin as if daring them to challenge him on it. "And I was pleased with the result. I meant what I said– she's at the peak of human achievement."

"I'll say," Niji said with a grin. "You don't see humans like that every day."

Yonji snickered as he leaned back against the wall. “Most of them crumple like paper the minute we get our hands on ‘em. Who’d have thought the missing princess of Dressrosa was in such great shape– for a human. She’s gonna hit a wall though. Hard.” 

"It's true," Ichiji nodded. "There's almost nowhere for her to go in terms of improvement. That much was obvious from seeing her fight."

"Sounds like you might have had some ideas about that though, eh bro?" Niji grinned.

“Yeah…even if she was talking about Haki, she was using it on an expert level there. She could read basically everything I threw at her. Pretty sure she was seeing the future a bit.” Yonji mused, before he turned his eyes to his brother with a sharpening grin. “If you’ve got an idea, bro, spill it before I get bored and leave.” 

Ichiji shrugged. "Isn't it obvious? The most effective way for her to improve would be to undergo a similar treatment to those that produced us."

Niji smirked. "Yeah well sure, that's obvious– and easy to say. But you know she's already an alive human, and we were born this way. Created from scratch, if you will."

"That was more than 20 years ago, brother," Ichiji pointed out. "You might not pay attention to the science side of things, but I do. Matters have progressed significantly."

Yonji rubbed his chin. “You’re not wrong…you aren’t the only one who pays attention to that side of things, Ichi. Father’s been tinkering away with the formulas ever since. It’s not impossible to do a full body upgrade…hell, it’s basically the next step in father’s research.” 

"Well shit," Niji rubbed his chin. "And you think we might be able to…"

"Convince him that she might be an ideal candidate on which to test the process?" Ichiji smirked. "The idea had crossed my mind, brother."

“We are missing a member of our outfit.” Yonji’s smile plastered on his face. “all our power and we’ve been down a ‘Stealth Black’ for years.” 

"And it seems like this wedding is the nail in the coffin for the original ever coming back," Niji grumbled. "Maybe…"

"I suggest that directly after the wedding would be the ideal time to raise the issue," Ichiji said. His brow furrowed with concentration. "We should keep silent about it until then. Father certainly has… enough on his mind for the moment."

“His emotions…” Yonji said the word with a note of scorn. “Will likely be running high in a good way once the union’s settled. He’ll have his alliance…he’ll be easy to convince.” 

Niji smirked smugly. "Good point. I always forget– he does have that weakness to exploit."

"Sloppy, brother," Ichiji echoed his other words. "Try to keep on top of things like that."

-

Sanji's door opened without warning, and Niji leaned on the door frame, grinning.

"So, I heard you met the fiancee today."

Sanji froze, his cigarette dangling from his lips as his shoulders tensed. He should have expected one of his brothers to burst in now, if for nothing else than to gloat. He nodded once before he went back to wrapping a box of sweets in cloth.

He’d met Pudding earlier that day. Pudding Charlotte, the beautiful daughter of the Emperor Big Mom– frankly, one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met outside the Straw Hats. Sweet tempered, charming– and she even shared his interest in cooking. The two of them had spent the whole afternoon talking back and forth about confectionery and baking…

But he’d told her they couldn’t get married. Lovely as she was, his crew needed him– his dream needed him– and he couldn’t turn his back on all that no matter what. To his surprise, Pudding had supported him, promising to help him fix this whole mess, but somehow he doubted the Vinsmoke family would do the same.

“Sure did. Pudding’s a great girl, Niji.”

"So you're not gonna kick up a fuss about it, huh?" Niji tossed his hair– a gesture that was as hard to read the meaning of as his brother had always been– if there was any deeper meaning at all.

After what Judge did to them, Sanji wasn’t sure there even could be.

“And ruin your precious alliance?” Sanji snorted as he picked up the box of sweets to send with one of Totto Land’s couriers to bring to Pudding. “Whatta you think, Niji?”

"I don't know what to think," Niji shrugged. "You're impossible to understand. Due to your flawed nature, I'm sure."

The filter of his cigarette crushed under the tensing of his teeth as he turned and pulled it from his lips. “Maybe it’s just because I can feel worth a damn, Niji. That ain’t as much a flaw as the old bastard makes it out to be.” 

"I don't see how it would be anything but a flaw or a weakness," Niji said, shrugging. "Isn't that why you ran off? Too emotional to tough out and get better? Or was it just because you knew you'd never measure up."

Sanji’s fingers tensed around his mangled cigarette…his leg bounced lightly against the ground as the thought of simply showing his brother just how tough he got played in his mind.

“What the hell d’ya mean, ‘ran off’.” Sanji stalked towards him, walking in a circle around him as his eyes narrowed. “It ain’t like I had much of a choice, Niji…and besides. I met someone when I left this floating hellhole– someone to really look up to. Someone stronger than Judge could ever be.” 

"Someone stronger than dad?" Niji snorted. HIs expression curled into a sneer. "Doubtful, but possible I guess. Even he has his flaws.Unlike his children. Well. Most of us."

Sanji snorted as he leaned closer to his brother with a sharp sneer of his own. 

“And yet the ‘flawed’ brother’s been out there taking down Warlords of the Sea and living a life worth a damn instead of fighting pointless battles for a bitter old man clinging to former glory.”

He put his cigarette to his lips, lidded eye staring Niji down. “He threw me out, Niji. Because I wasn’t who he wanted me to be, he locked me up,  and waited for me to die. He’ll do the same to you if he decides you ain’t living up to his expectations. That’s just the kinda guy he is.” 

NIji's brow furrowed, and Sanji was treated to one of the few expressions that his brother's face showed besides disdain or anger– confusion. On balance, it was in fact, a lot like anger.

"What?"

“What?” Sanji snorted. “the old man didn’t tell you? I’m guessing Reiju couldn’t either, could she?”

"What do you mean by that?" Niji's face twisted further, and Sanji could see his fingers flexing– as if he was just barely holding himself back from grabbing Sanji and shaking him, or worse. "We were told you ran away. That was it."

“Paints a pretty pathetic picture of me,” Sanji held his ground as he smothered his cigarette and reached for his pack. “But that’s all it is, Niji.”

He held his hands up with the pack in his hands. “Not that I think you’d care, Mr. ‘perfect being with no flaw known as emotion’, but when I showed emotions– like mom wanted us to– the old bastard threw me in a cage with an iron mask and pretended I was dead. Or gone.”

He sniffed and put a fresh cigarette between his lips. “I got broken out, and the old man disowned me then and there….at least till he decided I was convenient, I guess.” 

"That sounds like a lie– like you're desperate to make up a reason to cover your own cowardice and failure," Niji said. But he was hesitating. "What does Reiju have to do with this?"

“What do you think, smart guy?” Sanji asked as his foot tapped faster. “Where do you think our big sister fits into this equation?”

Fast as lightning, Niji finally did grab Sanji by the collar and sneered in his face. "If I knew, I wouldn't be asking a worthless failure, now would I?"

Sanji’s leg was feeling hot. The tapping quickened its pace as he narrowed his eyes at his brother. 

“Keep callin’ me a failure and see what happens. I think the three idiots who went their entire lives never carin’ about nobody but their old man’s ego are the real failures. At least Reiju has an ounce of good fucking sense.” He smiled grimly. “Who d’ya think helped me get out of the old man’s cage? Who d’ya think actually remembers mom?” 

"Reiju?" Niji let him go, pushing him backwards, and stepping back away from him with a grimace. "First, don't call me a fucking failure. You have no idea how many wars I've won. But– Reiju never said anything about any of this."

“And you don’t know how many people I’ve taken out who were in my damned way.” Sanji leered “I helped destroy a god.”

He finally settled down, the heat on his leg dwindling as he grabbed his lighter and lit his cigarette. “Maybe she’s got a reason for that. Maybe she can’t.”

"Why the hell wouldn't she be able to?" Niji demanded. He looked at Sanji with what could only be described as hostile suspicion.

Sanji held his hands up as the smoke curled from his cigarette. “I haven’t been part of your lives in years, Niji. I ain’t the one to ask here.” 

"I guess not," Niji growled. He adjusted his goggles. "Fine– I'll ask you something maybe you can answer then. If your emotions aren't a weakness– what strength do they give you? How do they do anything but serve to hold you back?"

Sanji took a long drag from his cigarette. “They give me something to fight for. When someone or somethin’ you care about’s in danger– you’ll break the bonds of even bein’ superhuman to pull through for them.”

He pointed with the burning ember towards him. “don’t underestimate the power of love, Niji. Having people you care about…having something to believe in and fight for…it’ll never hold you back.”

"Sounds fake," Niji grumbled. "Emotions mess you up. Throw off your planning. Make you hesitate."

It all sounded like Niji was repeating what he'd been told.

“That’s what dad always said, sure.” Sanji snorted. “But that’s because he’s a selfish old bastard. My real old man– the man who raised me? He was a man who knew emotion DROVE ya. You can’t dream without emotions, Niji. You can’t break free without ‘em.”

He crossed his arms and looked him in the eyes through his goggles. “Only someone weak as he is would be too scared of their own emotions to acknowledge ‘em.” 

"Break free," Niji said, snorting. He looked away from Sanji's gaze. "Sounds like emotions just make you feel like you're trapped. No wonder dad thinks people are better without them."

Sanji took a drag off his cigarette. 

“I don’t expect ya to get it, Niji.” he bent down to grab the box of sweets off the counter again and threw it over his shoulder “the old bastard’s got his hooks in you good. Just try not to underestimate your ‘failure’ of a brother. Got that?” 

"Whatever," Niji said, shaking his head. "I have better things to do than listen to you babble. Guess I'll see you at the wedding."

He turned to go. For a moment, Sanji caught his gaze. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but Niji almost looked… troubled.

“Hey. One more thing.” Sanji said as he flicked the ash of his cigarette on the floor. 

He stopped, and turned to look over his shoulder back at Sanji. "Yeah?"

“Good to see ya again.” 

"Yeah?" Niji smiled. "Wish I could say the same."

And with that, he walked out, leaving Sanji alone with his thoughts again.

Sanji’s brow furrowed as the door closed, and he pushed the door open himself to head the opposite way. He had to find a courier after all…the woman who promised to help him escape…his ‘fiance’, at least deserved something to lift her spirits if he was gonna put this much on her.

As he walked, his conversation with his brother played in his head. Thoughts upon thoughts best summed up with his muttering of “poor bastards.” 

-

Rebecca had received a short message from a servant that morning in her room that Prince Ichiji would like to meet with her in the parlor, and that he had something for her.

She’d spent all the night before helping Sanji after he delivered his package to the courier– talking out the possibilities of an escape plan and discussing the situation as she helped him prepare for the wedding.

It left her tired, but pleased that she was at least able to be a confidant for her friend as she dressed herself for the meeting. She had no idea what it could be about , of course…but Prince Ichiji had been rather complimentary during their sparring match…

She felt her cheeks flush as she tightened the sash of her dress and clipped on her cape, forgoing the armor for the moment but keeping her sword. “I wonder if he’s giving me a gift as thanks for a good fight..” 

She was directed to the parlor by a couple of servants, and let in immediately. It was a handsome room. Like her suite, it was easy to forget that it was technically on a ship. It was large, and airy, and full of handsome furniture– though it was unpleasantly dominated by a large portrait of a grim soldier in a helm with a bloody sword.

Ichiji was seated at one end of the table, where a couple of bottles of wine were laid out, as well as fruits and cheeses.

He stood when he saw her. "Miss Riku. Good morning."

“Prince Vinsmoke.” She bowed her head respectfully as she tore her eyes from the unpleasant portrait and down to the wine and snack tables. “Did you sleep well with all the excitement?” 

"The sleep I got was more than sufficient," he nodded. "And yourself?" He uncorked one of the bottles, and poured a couple of glasses of red wine.

Rebecca walked over and took a seat with a smile. Her body still ached…but that wasn’t unusual for her with the way she’d been living. “Not the best sleep I’ve ever gotten…but I wound up keeping myself busy anyway.” 

"Keeping busy is even better than sleeping, as long as it doesn't impact your performance." he offered her a glass of wine. "I did much the same."

She took the glass of wine with a wink, and took a sip of it. 

“I promise, my performance is still top notch. I’ve gotten worse sleep.” She chuckled softly “keep busy with anything fun?” 

"In a way I suppose," he nodded. "I was quite impressed with your performance yesterday, as I said. And it motivated me."

Rebecca felt her face heat as she tilted back a sip of wine. “You’re going to flatter me, Prince Ichiji! I did my best, I wanted to make an impression.’ 

"Which you successfully did," he nodded, sipping his own wine. "And as I said, it motivated me. Specifically, it motivated me to look into your gladiatorial career."

He put his hand on a slim binder that was at his side of the table.

“O-oh!” Rebecca flushed deeper as she lowered her glass and glanced down at the binder “I promise it’s not exactly all that exciting. “

Her career held the secret of her birth…an open secret that Dressrosa knew well but she’d fled from with the Straw Hats. Did that mean he already knew she used to be nobility?

He pushed the binder toward her. "I found it very interesting, actually. Impressive. You had an unbroken record. And quite a legacy."

She reached out to take the binder and opened it to the first page with wide eyes. “I learned from one of the arena’s greatest warriors.” She admitted “and I couldn’t lose. The moment I lost, Doflamingo would win.” 

"There are many who would have said that Doflamingo already won, Princess Rebecca," Ichiji said, as she flipped through the binder.

It was filled with newspaper articles, about her time in the coliseum, and about her history as the blood of the deposed king.

Her breath caught in her throat as she wordlessly turned the pages with a furrow of her brow.

“So you know about that.” she said slowly. “I was a slave, Ichiji. A prisoner of the coliseum…and when Doflamingo was deposed, I abdicated. I’m not a princess anymore, and haven’t been for a long, long time. When I was a child– my father and mother lived humbly and alone.”

Her eyes lingered on the photograph of her standing in victory under the haze of the Dressrosan sun, one she could see Doflamingo in his box seat behind her. Despite how far he was from the photo…she could imagine his grin even now.

“And many people would say he’d won, but he never won against me. Until the end, I defied him in the ring and never crumpled.”

"All the more reason to be impressed by you," he said. "Given the instability in Dressrosa, I surmised that you might not have any record of your hard won victories. I put together this album for you as a reminder, if you'd like to keep it. Something to reflect on."

She flipped to the last page with a slight flush as she glanced up at him again. 

“....something to reflect on…” she mused quietly. “I wasn’t allowed to have much in prison. I mostly heard about the articles secondhand from the few people outside I could trust.”

She looked back at the photograph staring back in her face with a slight smile. “...thank you. I’m not a princess anymore, Prince Ichiji…but a reminder of my victories will do wonders in reminding me of my own strength.” 

"As it should.Princess or not– it doesn't matter. Your strength, like your beauty, far outstrips that of nearly the whole human race. It would be a shame for you to forget that."

At that Rebecca felt her face turn crimson. “My strength and my beauty?? Outstripping the whole human race?”

It couldn’t be true. If she was stronger, if she was that strong despite the limits she’d run into, she’d have been able to take down Doflamingo herself instead of trying and failing only for Lucy and the Straw Hats to do what she couldn’t.

And her beauty…

“Look at this…” she muttered as she pressed her hand to her flushed face. “I’m a mess.” 

"And yet it doesn't diminish your beauty," Ichiji said with a shrug. "Nor does having lost in the face of superhuman resistance diminish your strength. It stands testament that you even lived to fight another day."

Rebecca looked back down at the binder on her lap with a small smile despite the flustered warmth inside her. 

“That’s true, isn’t it. And I’ll keep fighting, no matter what. Thank you Ichiji…” She left out the title…it didn’t feel right to keep it when she was feeling so sincere. 

"You're welcome, Miss Riku," he nodded. He sipped his wine, his expression as unreadable as ever. "I hope this gift impresses on you how valuable I think it is to have met you. Perhaps we'll have an opportunity to discuss your strength, and your path forward, after the wedding."

Rebecca sipped her wine with a curious tilt of her head. 

“I think it’s been valuable to meet you too…I didn’t expect a warrior of the ‘army of evil’ to be half this charming.” She chuckled softly. “...after the wedding huh? Maybe. I’m still trying to figure out my path forward as it is.” 

"I'd be interested to hear your thoughts if you wanted to share them," he said. "But I suggested after the wedding since I'm sure your thoughts are as crowded now before it as everyone else involved."

“You can say that again!” She chuckled as she tucked her hair over her ear. “...It’s been a lot trying to help Sanji get through this, you know?” 

"I'm not surprised to hear that Sanji's been having difficulty," he nodded.

“Me neither…” Rebecca mused softly “Pudding seems like a very nice girl and all, but I think he feels like his life’s been thrown off from where he’s been trying to be.”

She leaned on her hand to look at Ichiji and said, “I feel bad for him.” 

"Why so?" he asked, cocking his head. "It's a good political match, and Sanji will live a life of luxury, with everything he could ever want."

“Well…” Rebecca chuckled softly. “...we spoke a little about this yesterday when we met…but now that the cat’s out of the bag and you know I’m a former royal…”

She shrugged her shoulders “there’s some things you simply can’t find in a life of luxury shut behind tall walls and surrounded by every superficial thing you could want. I didn’t want to be hemmed into being a princess…ostracized by my own father to save my reputation…so I fled for dreams of my own.”

She held up her finger. “...and I know Sanji has dreams of his own that he has to fulfill.” She closed her eyes for a moment as she remembered the conversation with Sanji on the flight from Dressrosa. “He wants to help his captain become the King of the Pirates…and he wants to find the All Blue.” 

"Dreams of his own," Ichiji nodded. "I see. I suppose it's been a very long time since I've seen my brother. It shouldn't be a surprise that his goals aren't aligned with ours."

Ichiji's look behind his dark glasses seemed distant.

Rebecca looked into his eyes through his glasses, leaning on her hand. “What are your goals, Ichiji? Can I ask?” 

"My goals have always been to uphold duty that I was born into– to facilitate the return of the kingdom of Germa under my father's banner."

There was something hollow in his voice. Practiced.

Rebecca’s brow furrowed somewhat. “A duty to your father then? Do you have any other dreams for the future? Or for what happens after he gets his kingdom back?” 

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. My brothers and I were raised to be princes of Germa first– beyond any other concern. To fulfill that duty is the sum of my life's ambition."

The practiced tone continued. There was something in the back of it. Something almost heated. Like anger.

Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment. It wasn’t her place to butt into the affairs of another country, even one like this…reduced to a flotilla of mercenaries. She didn’t have all the context , and she didn’t even know the father of which Ichiji spoke.

But she still felt the hot flush of anger inside her as she heard it radiating inside of Ichiji’s voice , and at the content of his words.

“I see…” she opened her eyes again as she held the binder to her chest “that’s a heavy burden to bear.”

She glanced over her shoulder “....Ichiji..” 

"A burden– I won't deny that, I suppose." He glanced the way she did. "Yes, Miss Riku?"

As she’d hoped, there was nothing there…so she turned her eyes back towards him with a smile, her finger to her lips. “I won’t tell a soul…but if you could choose a dream for yourself…what would you wanna do? As a thought exercise, of course.”

"I…" his neutral expression turned into a deeper frown. He seemed to grapple with the question for a moment. "I don't know you well, Miss Riku– but I guess that you won't like the answer."

Rebecca squeezed the album to her chest. “That would depend. I am friends with pirates.” 

Ichiji nodded. His dark gaze turned to the great, scowling portrait hanging on the wall.

"My own dream would begin with killing my father."

[fandom-shitposter]

Post S3

The Bad Batch is often accused of bad storytelling, but it tells the story it sets out to tell very well

It just isn’t the story we’ve been led to assume that it will be

Like the Book of Boba Fett was never really about Boba. Oh sure, we got a bit of backstory and one big plot point to come back to later, but he remained a bit part player in someone else’s broader story despite the promising title. The Bad Batch isn’t a story of an elite bunch of clones in the time following the Empire’s rise to power

It’s the jumping on point of the much longer-term story Filoni wants to tell about Omega

And outside of how and when they interact with her none of the characters matter in any way at all

Neither Phee or Rex reappear for the finale, because they have no part to play in her story at that point

Crosshair’s S1 time in the Empire isn’t covered because that doesn’t affect her at all, only the times when she can interact with him matter. S2 doesn’t improve on that, it just sets up their forthcoming time together in Tantiss

Omega and Fennec’s time on Bora Vio was shown onscreen, but when the boys return there in S3 we don’t get to see them go inside.

Or were we just supposed to imagine that they chose to go to a location that Omega had previously escaped from without them having set foot there at that time as a purely random pick up location by Phee, that they hadn’t had a look around between her dropping them off there and picking them up again just because they didn’t show that? They drop in the plot point that the boys have been there, that they’ve seen what was done in the labs there, to come back to later, but there’s no advantage to Omega’s plotline in showing that now, so they skip past it like they do with so much else.

No one is shown to miss Echo while he’s with Rex or to grieve for Tech outside of her because none of that matters to the story they’re telling and the writers don’t care about them outside of that one specific plot aspect

Characters come and go, shelved and unmentioned the moment they’re outside of her immediate story. Sitting on the sidelines waiting for her next show to be released so that their part in the mass of already established but currently left hanging plotlines can finally be realised

Tech still matters to her future because ‘Tech records everything’ and that information is still both valuable to her and necessary to what she wants to do next. But in order to get her hands on that she has to leave Pabu to go get it, and since the Batch would only get in her way now, she’ll be going alone

And once she’s left the pseudo-Kamino environment of Pabu (isolated island, experimental batch of clones, underground tunnels, secret landing platform) the Batch are no longer important to her, and that godawful, cheaply tacked on ‘happy ending’ epilogue doesn’t need to show anyone other than Omega and Hunter because all it’s there for is to set up her leaving the island in the first place

Omega, and everything she needs to get what she’s after. A ship to travel in and the reminder of her goal sitting on the dashboard. Most of the rest, like so much else, is just a fanbait distraction

Nothing and no one else matters outside of her so no other closure is forthcoming. Instead of developing any of the story further they instead chose to bulk out half a season with pointless speculation of whether a reprogrammed clone may or may not have been Tech. Sure, there’s a plot point in there to come back to but it wasn’t worth that much padding

This is Star Wars, and when you’re not the main player in the story you don’t get development or characterisation. You get a name check and a cheap death following a glossy fight scene because no one is supposed to care about you

[notsocharmingmagician]

Didn’t you mention in a post of yours a while back that you got an idea for an AU based off of Mimi’s whole slave labor thing? Just wondering if you expanded on it a bit, I think the concept was somewhat interesting.

Ohhhhhh. That one. Good ol’ AU #35.

I have expanded on it, but uh. It’s certainly a concept. This is gonna be a bit long, but I’ll summarize what I have of the plot.

(This is ofc spoilers for the au, but I’m not intending to turn it into a full-fledged fic in the foreseeable future so its ok)

Tw: kidnapping and Mimi being a terrible horrible person. This AU is literally inspired by Mimi enslaving people in game, so, it’s safe to say it gets rather dark. Mimi’s treatment of Dimentio, while mostly undetailed and left out of this summary, is Not Good and potentially disturbing. Be forewarned.

Basically, when Dimentio joins Count Bleck’s team shortly before the canon events of the game begin, Mimi is mesmerized by the mysterious masked man with a flashy, shiny outfit and sparkly, powerful magic. She quickly becomes obsessed with him despite his aloof nature and decides that she has to have him. Not like a boyfriend, no she wants to own him.

So she does what she usually does to get a man, though with a few tweaks in her strategy since he’s magical lad. When Nastasia sends her back to Merlee’s Mansion to defend the Pure Heart, she gets Dimentio to come with her. He does, just like he did for O’Chunks’ fight, but his plans to observe from the sidelines are quickly thwarted when Mimi grabs him by the hand and drags him deeper into the mansion.

Unknowingly he is brought over the threshold of Mimi’s curse upon the building, one that prevents anyone from leaving without her permission (or by breaking the curse by paying off a rubee debt). Dimentio picks up on the magic in the area, but cannot immediately teleport away because the curse warps the dimensional fabric of the area so people cannot escape through normal non-magical means.

This tampering with the dimensional fabric, something he is so familiar with in its natural state, is overwhelming on his magical senses and before he can even straighten out the jumbled mess he’s detecting all around him, Mimi’s already got cursed shackles locked around his wrists and is looping cursed chains around his body. No more magic. As much as Mimi loves his pretty sparkly magic, he will escape if he’s allowed to keep his powers, so that is a sacrifice that she must make.

Of course, Dimentio doesn’t let her continue his easily, but he is just bones and fabric and Mimi is literally made of metal, so he loses pretty miserably.

As the events of the game’s chapter 2 take place, Mimi keeps Dimentio hidden away elsewhere in the mansion. Some of the other captives see him, but dislike him since he doesn’t have to do any work and is Mimi’s favorite.

The closest he gets to freedom is when the heroes pay off their rubee debt (in this AU, the heroes spend MUCH longer traversing Gloam Valley, dealing with the trapped rooms in the front of the mansion, and collecting rubees to pay for information and are at the mansion nearly a week, so by this point Dimentio has been here for about a week and a half).

Mimi has confidently stowed Dimentio out of sight under the desk in the Rubee Savings and Loan room. He’s been effectively silenced and immobilized, and Mimi knows that no one will dare question her even if they do notice him down there. When the heroes come in, they are focused solely on paying off their debt and getting the fuck out of this place (after finding Merlee and the Pure Heart ofc). Mimi’s sudden (literal) explosion when the curse upon the mansion is broken is startling and unnerving enough that on top of everything else, they just leave the room and proceed with their quest. They don’t look around. They don’t go back for the other captives. They just proceed into the basement.

Dimentio hears all of this happen from beneath the desk. He hears them pay off the loan, hears Mimi exclaim that the curse is broken, hears Mimi explode. But the heroes don't know he’s there, and they leave him behind.

Mimi isn’t actually dead, as we all know, and a few minutes later her body pieces itself back together like a stomped-upon Dry Bones. And she. Is. Furious. She doesn’t have the time to reinstate the curse before her other captives escape, so she takes Dimentio, hides him in a trunk in her bedroom, and goes out to get revenge on the heroes. Once again, no one knows where he is (and no one really likes him anyway), so despite knowing that he is somewhere in the mansion, most of the other captives escape without freeing Dimentio.

Again, as we know, the heroes beat Mimi, restore rightful control of the mansion to Merlee, get the Pure Heart, and get out of there (in this AU the basement labrynth takes the majority of the day to get through, as it did when I first played the game smh). As seen in the next in-game cutscene at Castle Bleck, Mimi does not return to the castle immediately upon her defeat. Instead she has some things to take care of first.

The mansion is pretty much empty (the few captives left are skilled at avoiding Mimi so she doesn’t know they’re still there). Even Merlee left the place as soon as the heroes took the Pure Heart from her. So Mimi is free to gather her things before leaving. But she decides to not fully move out. All her clothes won’t fit in her closet at Castle Bleck, and she would have to keep Dimentio hidden at all times if she brought him back there, which would be no fun. So she decides to keep using the mansion in her spare time, which she’ll have a lot of now that she’s not busy fighting heroes for the time being.

She returns to Castle Bleck, flipping directly to her room where she deposits her trunk and goes to report to Nastasia and Count Bleck. Whenever she has free time, she simply takes the trunk back to the mansion until she’s needed. And everything is just swell for her.

Continued here!

[barbwritesstuff]

I love this idea so much I wanted to write about it.

Okay. So. The question comes down to tools and equipment. Are they allowed to use tools and/or weapons? I'm going to say yes but with two specific exemptions.

The Green Lantern Ring... because that's literally the source of the wearer's powers.

The lasso of truth... because it's also fairly OP.

Everything else is fair game.

The players are:

Bruce/Batman

Oliver/Green Arrow

Clark/Superman

Diana/Wonder Woman

Hal/Green Lantern

Barry/Flash

Arthur/Aquaman

Dinah/Black Canary

Victor/Cyborg

Billy/Captain Marvel

So, they're in an abandoned town (I don't know why, they just are) and the training exercise is this: no powers, battle royale, last one standing wins. Bonus points for every civilian (test dummies) safely removed from the area.

The test dummies are important because otherwise Clark would just surrender immediately because he doesn't want to fight his friends.

So, while Clark is running around trying to save all the fake plastic people, everyone else scatters and strategizes.

Bruce and Oliver immediately team up with the intension of knocking everyone else out quickly so they can a) procure bragging rights and b) end the training session with a epic 1v1.

Diana and Arthur both end up hiding in the same spot (an old grocery store), and have a brief sword/trident battle in the produce aisle before deciding they're better off teaming up.

Hal and Barry take shelter in a nearby house. Barry is already exhausted. Hal is determined to prove himself, and starts giving Barry the pep talk to end all pep talks.

Dinah climbs up to a high vantage point to watch and wait for the right moment.

Victor has a similar idea. He still has his robotic limbs, minus all his gadgets and gizmos. Despite this, he thinks most people will be looking for him amongst technology, so he makes camp in a tree.

Billy disappears down the street, looking for a place to hide. He is, after all, only ten.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the first people Bruce and Oliver pick off are Hal and Barry. Hal's speech is very inspirational (Barry is feeling super motivated!), but also very loud. Oliver snipes Barry through a window while Bruce takes Hal down from behind.

Next is Diana and Arthur. They put up a good fight—hurling old cans of soup at Bruce and Oliver with surprising accuracy—but eventually succumb to psychological warfare (Bruce reminds Diana about some choice words Arthur once had for Amazons, and just like that the two are at each others throats). Thus distracted, they're easy pickings for the two billionaires.

Around the same time Victor falls out of the tree on top of Clark. It wasn't exactly a planned ambush, but it works. He takes Clark out mid dummy rescue and (with permission from the confused Kryptonian) takes Clark's cape.

Bruce and Oliver track down Dinah next which turns out disastrously for Bruce. Dinah threatens to withdraw from certain couple-y activities for the foreseeable future and suddenly Batman is dodging boxing glove arrows from his once loyal ally.

Bruce barely escapes. The couple get into a fight about who's fault it was that he got away, and Dinah ends up knocking Oliver out of the contest.

He joins the losers, sitting on the sidelines, licking their wounds, Clark still holding one of his rescued dummies.

There are four still in the competition training exercise. Bruce, Dinah, Victor, and Billy... who hasn't been seen for quite some time. But all that changes when he jumps out from beneath a bed like a freaking horror movie monster, scaring the shit out of Victor, who stumbles back and falls down a whole arse stairwell.

Billy is very apologetic, but takes Victor the to loser's club and also holds onto Clark's cape.

Dinah and Bruce are unaware of this. They've found each other and are facing off in the main street like cowboys in an old spaghetti western.

It's an epic fight. Bruce and Dinah are both trained ninjas, and both good at cartwheels which makes the whole thing rather impressive to watch. But, in the end...

*flips coin*

...Bruce wins.

This leaves the motherfucking Batman vs... a small child.

The losers are definitely cheering for Billy.

It takes a long time for Bruce to track Billy down. The kid might be forbidden from saying his magic word but he apparently has another super power he never told anyone about: epic hide and seek skills.

The final showdown happens in the hospital. Bruce is checking the cabinets when Billy jumps out from a ceiling panel and rushes at Bruce. Bruce throws some of his child friendly batterangs... which bounce harmlessly off the red cape Billy is bundled in.

Clark's cape.

The cape that is as bulletproof as Superman usually is.

As I said at the start: The question comes down to equipment.

Billy charges straight into Bruce (he may or may not actually be able to see where he's going bundled up in all that fabric) and Bruce, taken by surprise, falls to the ground.

The losers cheer and at this point Bruce decides, for the moral of the team, he's not going to get back up. I mean, what he's going to do? Beat up the ten year old?

And so concludes the Justice league's first annual, no-powers showdown. Billy wins, and Clark gets honorary second place for a) bringing in the winning piece of tech and b) rescuing the most dummies.

The justice league goes for training without powers just to see how they’d cope in that situation.

Bruce and Oliver are so ready for this moment, and no one likes the way the two are teaming up.

[thewritetofreespeech]

kirishima tooru x reader

If it's okay To Be An 18+? Hehehe

Kirishima x Reader - Caught in a Bad Romance

‘Ugh…this is awful’ Kirishima groaned. Smoking a cigarette while he waited outside the dining hall for his boss and the other family heads to be finished for the evening. Based on the rowdy voices behind the door, it was going to be a long night.

“Kir-is-hima!” The lieutenant lazily looked up from his musing to find Masaya there. Glaring angrily at him, as usual, in his usual white suit.

“Ah, Masaya. What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?!” The other man snarled. “I have just a right to be here as you do! I’m actually still active in this business. Not benched on the sidelines babysitting some kid and picking up grapes for her snacks. I…hey, hey! What are you doing ?!”

“Reminding myself to pick up grapes.” Kirishima answered as he tapped away at his phone. “That’s a really good idea. Thanks Masaya.”

Masaya growled and twisted his hands into fists. “Damnit! Don’t thank me you bastard! I came here to challenge you to a fight to the death, now get up and—“My such loud voices in the building.”

The two men stop fighting (or rather Masaya stopped yelling at an ambivalent Kirishima) at the regal voice of triad boss Kino’s eldest daughter entering the room. “It certainly made finding the party easier to find.”

“[Y-Y/N]-hime-sama.” Masaya stammered as he stood a little straighter, with a slight blush on his cheeks.

[Y/N] was a reverted woman in their organization. Not officially ‘on the job’, as women could not be Yakuza, her beauty and quick wit was well known to anyone in the family. Had she been a man, she would easily be the next leader of the clan. As it stood, she would be the most trusted advisor of the next clan head; once she completed university overseas.

“[Y/N]. It’s good to see you again. I didn’t know you were back in town.” Kirishima said as he stood now. Adjusting his tie back to its proper place, now that he cared.

“Father wanted me back for the season, so I flew back last week. I take it he’s in there?” There was a large booming laughter from the other side of the door that was distinctly boss Kino. Answering her question on his own.

“The meeting should be over soon.” At least for Sakuragi-san. Besides not caring for these parties that much, despite their necessity, he made it a point now to not be out too late with Yaeka back in his life. “Shall I escort you to one of the sitting rooms to enjoy the evening more peacefully, [Y/N]-san?”

“That would be nice Kirishima.”

The yakuza smirked at the corner of his mouth and feel in line beside [Y/N] to follow her back. Masaya blinking out of his stupor of [Y/N]’s beauty, to realize that he had missed his opportunity to speak with her, and growling out a: “Kirishima!!”

Side by side they walked back through the less noisy portion of the restaurant, still reserved for them, and once they were out of ear shot Kirishima spoke. “It was pretty mean of you to not tell me you were back in town.”

“What?” [Y/N] asked with a smirk. “And miss the fun of your reaction?”

Kirishima smirked back at her, and even gave a scoff at her teasing. “So you didn’t come here just to harass your father about his drinking tonight?” He asked as he opened a door to an arbitrary room he’d selected.

“Well….” She mused as she walked inside. “Not entirely.” Kirisihima smirked a devilish grin at her confession. Then quickly followed the yakuza princess into the room and shut the door. Pouncing on her almost immediately with kisses, which she gladly accepts.

The two of them had been seeing each other in secret on & off for years. Their families weren’t enemies, but rather amicable rivals in the triad. It wouldn’t have been taboo for them to see one another if [Y/N] was just an associate of the family, and Krishima was still lieutenant of the Sakuragi family. But this was a boss’s daughter. With that came a certain understanding in the yakuza that she was to be put on a pedestal and not touch; aside for the overwhelming possibility of her being promised to someone else in the future.

Kirishima didn’t care though.

Aside from just living his life recklessly until now, he just couldn’t stay away from [Y/N] that long. He loved her. He respected her. She was the only woman that genuinely could keep his focus, and he always felt the need to come back to.

“Don’t turn on the light.” [Y/N] panted in the dark when they finally broke away from kissing. “If the attendant sees the light they’ll come in here and try to serve us.”

“Can’t have that.” Kirishima agreed as he led her further into the room.

There was a small table set for a future guest seating in the room that he led her too. Kissing her mouth, and neck, and the tops of her breasts peaking out from her dress, as they worked their way down to the floor with her perched on top of it. “Can I serve you though?”

[Y/N] giggle at his ‘witty’ retort and leaned back on her hands to give him access.

Reaching up under the skirt of her dress, Kirishima pulled her thin, lacy panties down her legs and gently nudged them open. He was greeted by a beautiful view of her glistening cunt. Already moist for him. Kirishima grinned at that before leaning forward to lap at her folds. Savoring the taste as he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to get it again.

[Y/N] moaned at the contact of his tongue on her pussy. Trying to stay quiet as to not alert the staff, or any of her father’s men, to what they were doing in here. They’d be horrified to see the jewel of the Kino family, spread legged, for the Yakuza Crusher Kirishima. She hated to admit it, but the forbidden nature of their relationship turned her on. Although she cared for Kirishima, and loved him in a way, she often wondered if she only kept seeing him to provoke her father and his image of ‘daddys little girl’. That was a conversation for her and her therapist though.

A sharp noise squeaked out of [Y/N]’s mouth when his tongue brushed over an incredibly sensitive part, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Her hips rolled against his face. The feeling of pleasure building as he worked faster to get her to orgasm. They had to be quick after all. They were in a public place crawling with yakuza.

It only took a few more moments before [Y/N] was shuttering around Kirishima’s face, and her warm juices coated his tongue. He quickly lifted up and wiped his face on his sleeve, before he reached down to undo his belt and pants. [Y/N] feverish hands clamoring out to help him.

“Hurry up.” [Y/N] whispered. Voice definitely more gravely than it was a moment ago. “Put your dick in me before someone realizes we’ve been gone too long.”

“Such language for a college girl.” Kirishima teased. Not that he was going any slower.

The moment his cock was out he pulled [Y/N] closer and jammed it into her. She moaned when he thrust into her so roughly, but clearly not complaining about it. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while he held on to her waist and thrust into her. Hard, fast, and dirty. She buried her face into his shoulder and moaned into the lapel of his suit to try and keep quiet; unsuccessfully.

“Oh god Kirishima…harder. Fuck me harder. No one fucks me like you.”

She let out a sharp whine when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled back to look at her. “No one better be fucking you but me.” [Y/N] grinned drunkenly up at Kirishima, drunk with pleasure, before she leaned in to give him a messy kiss just before he felt him cum inside her.

They stayed together for a moment. Panting in each other’s ears and intertwined. Before they came to their senses and pulled away.

“Jeez, you could have warned me.” [Y/N] scolded, back to herself, as she recognized the cum dribbling down her leg.

“And do what? Get it all over your dress or the floor?” Kirishima asked. Handing her his pocket handkerchief before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting one up.

“Hmmm…I guess your right.” [Y/N] agreed as she cleaned off her legs.

Kirishima took another drag of his cigarette before [Y/N] reached over and took it from him. Taking a long, single drag. Another bad habit she had when she was back in town. “I hear you’re guarding Sakuragi-san kid now.”

“Yeah.” He confirmed. Letting her have another drag before he took his smoke back. “For a few months now.”

“You like being on the sidelines?” He shrugged. “It must be good then. I always liked Lady Sakuragi-san. She was nice. I was sad to hear about her when the accident happened.”

Kirishima took a longer drag this time. He didn’t like thinking about that night.

[Y/N] looked at him then, and gave him a wistful smile. “I’m glad though. You’re not in as much danger now. I’d be heartbroken if something happened to you.”

“Nothing ‘s gonna happen to me.” He told her. “Aoi-san always said I was too stupid to die.” [Y/N] giggle at his joke and he finished his cigarette before putting it out and pocketing the butt away.

They get up and straighten themselves up before they leave. No one any the wiser they had been in there. “I’m going to head back to the estate. Tell my drunk father, if he even remembers he was supposed to meet me here, that I went home. Honestly, you can’t take him anywhere.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him if I see him.” Kirishima agreed with a smile.

[Y/N] took a few steps out the front towards her car, before she looked back over her shoulder at him. “Am I going to see you again before I head back?”

“I’m sure you will.” He confirmed. Not sure when she was leaving, or when he’d make the time, but he would certainly try.

[Y/N] smiled then went to her car to head home. Kirishima stood there and watched her go. Then had another cigarette to make sure the smell of sex was drowned out completely before they go.

[cobrakaisb]

tik toks pt. two

summary: more times that y/n referenced tik toks during their time with the cobra kai charcters (find part one here)

word count: 1082

a/n: in hont of season four coming out at the end of the month

when sam invited you to the beach club with her family and robby, you didn’t expect for them to get involved in a fight with some criminals. apparently robby was once involved with these fools who thought it would be a good idea to steal the wallets that belonged to the rich people who attended the club. robby and mr. larusso we’re kicking their asses, while you and sam watched from the sidelines. “y/n call the cops!” sam instructed, slapping your shoulder. “no,” you replied, continuing to video the fight. “wha-what do you mean no?” she asked in shock. “i mean no. you want to hear it in spanish, no!” you said, focusing back on the fight and your video. 

--

“come on, we’re going to the arcade,” hawk said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “oh yeah. let me just get my money,” you agreed, digging through your bag for some extra cash. hawk and his friends laughed at your words. “what?” you asked, looking at them. “you won’t be needing it,” hawk explained, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the arcade. the boys ended up taking other peoples tickets and then jumping the counter to get some of the prizes. “come on y/n, come get something,” assface exclaimed, gesturing to the wall of stuffed animals. you gently shook your head no, “maybe we lost in translation, but i don’t steal.”  

--

“so what was it like being in cobra kai with sensei kreese?” bert asked you while you were stretching at the miyagi-fang dojo. “yeah y/n tell us everything!” sam begs from her spot in the stretching circle. “i mean was it perfect? no. i think everyone made a mistake. was it seamless? was it flawless? no, nope, nope, nope. it wasn’t any of those things, but it sure was entertaining!” you explain with a smile on your face. “what about that dojo is entertaining?” asked demetri, confusion clear on his face. you just shrugged your shoulders in response. 

--

“tory!” you shouted walking up to the girl after karate. “can i ask you a question?” “sure,” she answered, all her attention now focused on you. “how far would you drive for the girl of your dreams?” you asked, seriously. “i would drive anywhere,” she immediately replies. “what about to nebraska?” you asked with a teasing smile on your face. tory made a face of disgust before shouting, “oh fuck no!” 

--

you followed the security guard into the visiting room. “he’ll be out shortly,” he promised before walking away. you took a seat at a nearby table, patiently waiting for robby to come out. when he arrived you smiled at him as he took the seat across from you. “hey robby, how are you doing?” you asked genuinely. “how do you think i’m doing y/n? i ended up in jail and my dad cares more about miguel than me,” robby said angrily. “damn double homicide,” you mumbled, instantly covering your mouth with your hand. “bitch,” robby exclaimed. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you apologized profusely. 

--

“i can’t believe that some of you don’t have fun, trendy nicknames,” you complained, looking around at your group of friends. demetri rolled his eyes at your words, “what are you talking about y/n?” “i mean none of us have cool trendy nicknames besides hawk!” you explained, gesturing to the group sitting at your lunch table. “okay so come up with some,” tory suggested and miguel nodded his head in approval. “alright. from now on we are going to refer to each other as code names. you shall call me eagle one. robby is been there done that. miguel is currently doing that. demetri is it happened once in a dream. tory is if i had to pick a girl, and sam is….eagle two,” you announced proudly. “what about me?” hawk asked. “your nickname is hawk, so you don’t need a new one,” you pointed out before eating your sandwich. 

--

today was your birthday so you brought cupcakes into the cobra kai dojo to share with your friends. “okay so today is y/n’s birthday and they brought in cupcakes for us,” sensei lawrence said with five minutes left of class. you walked off the mats to grab the cupcake container once he was done speaking and then began passing them out. “i like you, have a cupcake,” you said, shoving the container in front of tory. “i like you, have a cupcake,” you repeated to miguel. hawk was next in line, smiling at you, waiting for his cupcake. “ewwww,” you mumbled before walking past him with a disgusted face. “i like you, have a cupcake,” you said to bert in a cheery voice, holding out the tray for him. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” hawk yelled, as you continued to pass out cupcakes to everyone but him.  

--

“y/n!” tory shouted as her and the other members of cobra kai sat down at your previously empty table. “hey tory. hi robby,” you greeted the two people of the group that you actually liked. the three of you started talking about, while their minions just sat around and listened. “so y/n”, kyler started, “are you a nicki fan?” you looked at him, appalled that he’d even ask that question. “what? am i a nicki fan? pull up in the sri lanka, what?” tory and robby started dying laughing. 

--

“miguel, for a dollar, name a sensei that you hate,” you shouted walking up to him with your phone opened on voice memos in hand. he hesitated for a minute, his eyes flickering between hawk and demetri. “um,” he started. “scream it,” you encouraged, waving the dollar in his face. “sensei kreese!” he finally answered. “yes! take it!” you shouted, shoving the dollar towards him. 

--

you were having a chill day with tory and hawk, when tory suddenly gasped. “what is it?” hawk asked, concern laced in his voice. “y/n, you were the one who ratted on sam kissing miguel to robby!” she announced, shock clear in her voice. hawk’s eyes widened at her accusation, his attention now focused on you, busy stirring the sugar in your coffee. “it’s because sam made me look like a fool at the country club, wasn't it? so you told her boyfriend about her cheating on him,” tory continued. you looked up from your drink, stared them dead in the eye, and replied, “i don’t consider myself a particularly ethical person, but i am fair.” 

[bluemoondust]

Here we go again! Some time ago I wrote some random yan thoughts and such for other characters over here. Once again, I'm doing this with some more characters. Feel free to share your own thoughts!

Also, someone did want Avery and Klara to be here, but I've decided to go more in depth with those two in a request I got for them (where the two are at each other's throats, fighting over the same darling). So look forward to that!

Characters: Winona, Wicke, Darach, Noland, Palmer, Courtney, Norman, Byron, Koga, Lucy, Brandon (Frontier Brain), Morty

Warning(s): 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI, Hints of noncon/dubcon, usual yandere stuff

Fully believe Winona wouldn't at first catch on to herself being a yandere. She just thinks that her intense feelings is just the urge to battle you whenever she has the chance. After getting her registered on Match Call, she calls you at least once a day if you'd like to battle her or visit Fortree City. That being said, in terms of rivals, she views them as battle rivals and isn't really fond of them pestering you so much. She's your battle partner... Not them. Girl is very poised and may seem intimidating to others but has a huge soft spot for you.

SOFT YAN WICKE!!!! Soft yan Wicke who is only looking out for your health and safety, sacrificing her own well-being for your own. Soft yan Wicke who lets you sleep on her lap/chest and hums you to sleep. Soft yan Wicke who you trust so much that you believe every word she says. Soft yan Wicke who gives you praises every chance she gets and is the only person there to comfort you in times of need. Soft yan Wicke who gives you kisses all over your body, trailing her hands to your most sensitive parts; complimenting every part of your body as you cum on her hand♡

Meanwhile, Darach is the same. He's a service top and I will die on that hill. He treats you like a higher being; someone of higher status. Of course, being someone who serves must give you the utmost care. Because of his extensive knowledge on you, he knows how you tick and what you enjoy. Though, he'll still ask if everything is alright. He's a worshipper yandere, so of course, your needs come before his own. One of the things I imagine is just him, fully clothed, touching your body with his gloved hands. He's very skillful with his fingers and holds some pride for the fact that no one but he is allowed to make you feel this good.

Noland is the ultimate obsessive yandere out of this bunch. He's so fixated on picking off every bit of knowledge he can get on you due to hating not knowing something. If you have a secret, he'll find out eventually. Not only that, but he sticks around a lot too. He's a man who believes that knowledge alone won't do any good, so he hangs around you to match with what he knows. Just... Enjoys your physical presence and may find himself wanting to touch you more and more. Noland likes to push you and it feels good to him, taking the lead. Despite you believing that you're calling the shots, you'll soon come to learn that he was pulling the strings all along.

Palmer, like Barry, is a very 'enthusiastic' individual; always in a rush towards whatever his goal takes him. Which also includes you. From the moment he knew you were the one, this man's reaction was immediate. There are plenty of suffocating types of yandere out there but Palmer... Is a special case. He won't get touchy with you yet, though before that happens he's practically at your side 24/7 or at least how much time he can manage due to his position as a Frontier Brain. His mind buzzes with thoughts and you and just can't get enough; watching from the sidelines doesn't satisfy what he feels.

There is so much yandere potential when it comes to Courtney. Also, I take it back—she is the ultimate obsessive yandere to the max. Once she's hooked, you'll never know peace. You somehow run into her any chance she gets; insistent on analyzing you further. She has so many journal entries about you to the point where you're a special section in her library. All her thoughts revolve around you. She sometimes mutters your name unconsciously, same with wandering to places you visit when not busy. If she's not coincidentally bumping into you, she's full blown stalking you or breaking into your home. Seeing you upset with her... Sends Courtney into a spiral of emotions as she begs for forgiveness. She loves you intensely and would hate herself forever if she disappointed you. Being slain is much better than being apart from you.

Norman, Byron, and Koga. I cannot stress this enough that these three has overprotective yandere tendencies. Just in different fonts.

Norman can say all he wants that he completely trusts his darling in terms of taking care of yourself. Next thing you know, he's sending you calls and subtly following you around. Then there's how limited his interactions with you are, yet he gets annoyed that you spend your time with others more than him (despite it being his own fault that he doesn't spend much time with you). He's just... A bag of mixed emotions and such.

Koga fully stalks you, which is extremely easy for him due to his skills. He lies to your face that he has trust in you. Well, yes, he does... But sometimes he just wants to check on you every now and then. To add on, this man knows how to disguise himself as well so just, imagine, the possibility of him wanting to give you a scare good enough to bring you right to him. You won't even realize that he's ensnared you into his trap until it's too late. Plus, I feel that Koga would sometimes purposely startle you because he enjoys seeing a bit of fear on your face. All in good fun. But oh... Just don't get too buddy buddy with anyone. Wouldn't want them to get inflicted with status conditions...

Byron may seen odd to you, but not in a bad way. He doesn't give off overprotective vibes at first glance though you find out later on how he is when those traits do show up. What does get to you is how he just... Spills certain details he shouldn't know about you out loud without realizing you're there. Did you hear wrong? "You weren't supposed to hear that! Forget what I said!" He always tells you with a jovial laugh but... Then there are moments where you seemed to be pressured into things. Byron isn't someone you'd think would be capable of being disappointed but the whiplash you experience when his tone in voice shifts when you dare say no to an offer or when asked for something. Then the immediate turn to his usual personality makes your head reel. Unbeknownst to you, Byron acts this way to keep you around and make sure you don't go off anywhere without him. Even if these methods don't work, he's sure his own strength can keep you at bay.

Yan! Lucy... Can be intense, which is an understatement. Any sort of rival she finds trying to get too close, they'll be stomped in a battle with no hesitation. Also, good luck to them if they try to run off—Lucy never forgets a person's face. She always burns them in her memory. When it comes to you though, she's a little softer and can be seen as a sort of guard dog; glaring over your shoulder. Lucy loves to hear you talk and makes every attempt to monopolize your time. Whatever it takes. That's the sort of mindset Lucy holds as a yandere and it's terrifying to wonder how far she'll go for you.

Brandon (Frontier Brain) is just as intense as Lucy, but in different aspects. He pushes you, yes, but it's only because he deeply cares for you. Some part of me believes that he purposely shows you the dangers of the world so you can be scared. He lets you slip up, only for him to save you in the last minute. Sure, he doesn't like the thought of you being in harms way, but in this situation he's in charge so it's all good. It should always be like this. Plus... It gets his adrenaline pumping, which he lives for. So maybe... Just maybe he takes the risk of you figuring him out as a little adventure. One where he hopes you'll make it to the end of. The excitement, the passion, and everything that goes along with it... You certainly know how to set him off in the best of ways.

Sooooo, I just want you all to imagine the thought of being lost in the dark. Nothing in sight, no escape. The adrenaline pumping through your veins. Then all of a sudden, the cold hands of Morty are on you—wandering. It's so dark, you can't see him or predict where else he might touch. The lack of sight makes you extra vulnerable under his touch. All you can hear are his hushed words of affirmation and praise. Just let him continue, it'll feel so good if you just behave.

[tinyyoungblood]

how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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