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dontbooatme · 2 years ago

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Aizawa uses Erasure on Danny but he just splits in two, Fenton and Phantom, like in the Identity Crisis episode. Sorry, plot vomit again

Once they're split, Aizawa's quirk works normally on both of them, but Phantom doesn't have a second form to change into. So it doesn't effect his appearance/give away his identity. And he's more ghost-like post-split. He doesn't eat, sleep, breath. (No pulse, just justice)

Queue confusion cause now everyone thinks they're supposed to be two separate people.

They think Danny was being possessed by Phantom.

I kind of think it would be fun if their powerset was more connected than it was in the show. Like: Phantom's using intangibility, so Fenton can't. And goddamnit, Phantom, that's the only power Danny registered for a quirk. He can't use anything else in front of the teachers.

Fenton is taken into protective custody by Aizawa, and ultimately enrolled in UA's hero track

With only Intangibilty registered as his quirk.

Aizawa takes Fenton in pretty quickly after the split. Phantom is considered a villain. And the pros think Danny needs protection from him. But fresh from the split, he notices a lot of things wrong with the teenager in his care. His reactions to everything seem pretty strange. Some things he should react to, don't make him upset.

So there's still a personality split.

Phantom is considered a villain

(Unfortunately, Fenton got his love of astronomy, but he knows nothing about space. Phantom's the one with all the facts and could care less. Danny didn't know he could be this annoying. In UA, after Danny admits how much he loves space. Izuku tries to bond with him about it. It doesn't go well. He thought he'd just bring it up and let Danny rant at him like he wishes people would let him do. But Izuku ends up info dumping more. Some of the facts he dumps about end up being inaccurate, cause he's a hero nerd, not a space nerd. But Danny can't explain it right to correct him. He just knows it's wrong.)

The personality split should be a little more subtle in this au than in the show. So, kinda crack taken seriously, I guess. When bnha characters finally meet both halves, it's like there's a sense of deja vu. The two are similar, but different at the same time.

Like Danny's need to protect, for example. Phantom's still the more heroic between the two of them. But both halves feel a sense of duty and responsibility.

Fenton is the one who embodies Danny's self-preservation. He gets separated from Phantom, and makes every decision he can to keep them both safe and not arrested until they can fix the disconnect caused by Aizawa's quirk.

Phantom on the other hand, has no sense (of self-preservation.) He throws himself into vigilantism without a care to the consequences he could face. And this leaves Fenton scrambling to pull some string somewhere in the background that'll get Phantom away from the heroes, or keep the heroes distracted until he can trap Phantom in the thermos.

Fenton doesn't feel the same duty to protect other people that he did before. Meaning he will pull some reckless stunts to lure heroes away, or to lure Phantom somewhere so he can trap him. And actually fix this.

So Phantom's assumed to be the villain, but Fenton is the morally ambiguous one between the two of them.

Fenton protects himself (and by extension, Phantom) while Phantom protects everyone, except himself (including Fenton. Fenton is the one person Phantom won't go out of his way to protect. He's the loophole in Phantom's obsession. Which doesn't help the misconception that he's a villain who's targeting Fenton)

Aizawa is proud of Fenton's self-preservation skills. The student who's most likely to survive and potentially retire from hero work. Or at least, that's the starting point of his view of Daniel James Fenton. He gets around to the idea that Fenton, like some students he could mention, might be pursuing hero work for the wrong reasons.

No one in UA knew what to make of the new exchange student.

On the surface level, he seemed like a perfectly average, normal kid with a lucky quirk. Bakugou fumed when he heard the new guy had a quirk that mimicked one of UA's Big 3. Intangibility.

Danny's skills with it weren't as finely polished as Mirio's...

But at the same time, Danny's intangibility didn't have the same drawbacks as Mirio's did. Whether or not that was a good thing was still up in the air. Mirio did find ways to turn his weaknesses into strengths in his time at UA. And he would make a first-class hero when he graduated.

Maybe it wasn't completely fair. But most people couldn't help but think this kid would show up and show out in ways that were just as impressive.

No one knew exactly what kind of trouble the new kid was in. But the idea that he was in some kind of trouble was obvious in how closely he was watched by the teachers.

Izuku, fresh out of the Hosu Incident, just wants to help the transfer student being hunted down by a villain. He knows he's not supposed to get involved. He's not even supposed to know how seriously this guy was in trouble. But how is he supposed to just stand aside? The guy absolutely refuses to so much as acknowledge he's being targeted. And he refuses to follow any of the safety measures their teachers put in place. He sneaks away constantly. Izuku doesn't think he's spent so much as one full night in his dorm room.

He has a sick feeling in his stomach that Fenton's rejecting any help from heroes to solve his problem alone. As a vigilante.

Just like Iida.

Fenton and Phantom still merge back into one person at the end, but before they do, Phantom will be tempted when the League shows up. Particularly when the offer to make Phantom a body, his own body (a Nomu, unbeknownst to him) is set in front of him.

This is especially tempting considering how reckless Fenton is with other people. Phantom starts getting the idea that Fenton is his dark side, and he's a better hero when they're separated. (This would contrast Aizawa, who's goal is to raise up good heroes with good self-preservation instincts. So self-preservation being a necessary skillset for young heroes would be a big theme here)

(Though, I'm kinda split on the idea of them merging back together, or saying they grow into their own people and Aizawa adopts twins. On the other hand, I like the idea of using the Phantom/Fenton split as a device to explore Danny's character, aka trauma boy. Danny has a whole host of self-esteem issues. And post-split that presents as a deep dislike of his counterpart. On both sides of the split. So, kind of a journey of self-love/learning to love the parts of himself he hates kind of thing)

Maybe Fenton even gets a little bit involved with the GIW in this au. So, they'd exist in bnha. Whether they followed Danny there or ghosts do actually exist in bnha, I'm not sure yet.

He doesn't join them. But in the same way that Phantom doesn't join the League. Danny doesn't set off the GIW's sensors unless he uses their powers. And after failing to catch Phantom for so long, he gets the idea that he needs better ghost hunting equipment.

So, his actions kind of mirror Phantom's in a way.

Phantom wants his own body to make his separation from Fenton permanent. And he's tempted with help from the League. Danny's primary goal is to find Phantom so they can merge back into one person. And he needs access to equipment the GIW has.

So I guess that would make this another "stranded in the bnha verse" kind of au. Starting to feel a little one track minded about that 😬 oops.

I like the drama of Phantom pursuing his humanity in any way but merging with his human half again. While Fenton just wants to go back to being one person.

There would probably be a scene where Danny uses cryonkineses against Endeavor in a way that leaves the man hospitalized. It's the first time Fenton does something to protect someone else. And he does it because he knows Todoroki, and knows all the trauma Todoroki has because of his father.

Phantom's never met Todoroki though. All he sees is Fenton going overboard against a pro-hero. And this would probably be the scene that cements Fenton as Phantom's darkside, in Phantom's mind. And out Fenton as someone with multiple quirks, to Aizawa and class 1-A.

If we go with the idea that Fenton and Phantom remain separated in the end, that would probably also mark the point where they start growing apart/into distinct individuals.

#danny phantom #dp x bnha #dp x mha #dpxbnha #dpxmha #my hero academia #crossover #dp crossover #boo tag #aizawa shouta

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ryawinters · 6 months ago

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An AU Idea I had

So I have heard from some people that if friendships last more than 7 (or 10 - I forget which), it lasts a lifetime.

The Marauders met on the 1st of September, 1971. While it is difficult to say whether they became friends instantly (like James and Sirius did, but I am not sure about the other two) or not. But it is safe to say that they did cross the 7 year mark right after they left for Hogwarts. (And assuming they became friends instantly, September of 1981 would have been their 10 year anniversary.)

So let's take the wizarding world. The whole friendship for a lifetime thing. Love and friendship are important themes in the Harry Potter saga, so let's take it a bit further. If you have been friends with someone for a certain period of time, you are bound to be their friend for a lifetime. You can choose the number - either 7 (the number with the most magical significance in the series) or 10 (a special number, which feels more significant when specifying the length of time spend together)

With 10:

For the 10 year friendship thing, I figured that they'd have to be friends instantly for their 10 year anniversary to fall before James dies. Now this gives us a period of 2 months - all of September + most of October (or even all). Let us consider 31st October to be the actual date their friendship started (like Harry, Ron and Hermione)

For the 10 year thing, idk I just figured Peter is really content with being friends with them. He still does spy, but he tries not to let his friends be the ones in danger. (The list eventually also includes Lily and Harry.)

Until the prophecy.

Until Harry Potter is Voldemort's newest target, and there is no way Peter can convince James to just hand over Harry. Peter knows, that James would die for Harry, if it came down to it. But it's okay, he figures. They'll go into hiding. He just doesn't have to know where, so Voldemort wouldn't find out either.

Enter Sirius and the brilliant plan.

Exit James and Lily.

Wait, wait, a whole bunch of stuff happens in between.

Peter doesn't want to betray his friends, not really. He doesn't want James, Lily and Harry to be in danger, because he does love them. But he loves living more.

So, when he becomes the Secret Keeper, and Voldemort asks him for the Potters' location, he gives it. Belatedly, he remembers, that their 10 year anniversary is coming up. That it is tomorrow - Halloween. If James dies on Halloween, the 10 year pact wouldn't really have kicked in, per say. Peter would be fine. He hopes.

He prays that James and Lily just let Harry die - atleast they'd survive. But he doesn't dare ask Voldemort that.

Now we're back to the 'Exit James and Lily' part.

But of course, the bond doesn't kick in - not really, not until the 31st of October is over. Somehow, Peter ends up cursed anyway.

Sirius Black confronts Peter on the 1st of November, 1981. Hours after the 10 year anniversary of their friendship. Peter betrays Sirius. Peter blows up the street. Sirius goes to Azkaban. Peter ends up cursed.

James seems to haunt Peter - a ghost only he can see. Keeps haunting him, keeps guilt tripping him, keeps blaming him, and most of all, keeps wanting to be with his son. It drives Peter crazy. He is unable to do anything about it because as far as anyone else is concerned, he is dead. So if he makes a reappearance to get help, he is dead. And he is worried that if he stays like this, he will kill himself.

(Ofc James is not really there. James cannot be forced to spend the rest of his existence haunting Peter. James is wherever dead people are - not with the living. Peter's magic, having bonded with the other 3, seems to be going against him for what he did to them. James is just the only one who could reasonably haunt Peter, so his magic (or head) conjures up images of James.)

(Or it could go a different way. Maybe they become friends on Sirius' birthday. Maybe Peter had James killed and framed Sirius right before their 10 year anniversary so he wouldn't be bound by the promise of a friendship lasting a lifetime (it did last a lifetime for James). Maybe Peter planned out the day. Maybe.)

With 7:

The same story really. Except, in this case Sirius is also haunted by 'James'. Yes, yes, I know Sirius did not betray James. But Sirius thinks he was (atleast partially) responsible for James' death. That guilt is enough to convince his magic that he broke the friendship pact.

The dementors ........................... do not help.

I admit, I got this idea from a Coco fanfiction called The Bedside Ghost by the amazing PengyChan. It is an amazing story and I 100% recommend everyone to check it out.

Anyway idk where I am going with this.

Ugh maybe I will write something like this one day when I have the time.

#harry potter #marauders era #halloween 1981 #peter pettigrew #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #lily evans potter #voldemort #marauders friendship #au #halloween 1981 marauders au #an idea I had

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erikiara80 · 1 year ago

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Byler and Will having powers wouldn’t come out of nowhere

I know I know, many people have already talked about this. But the writing process is one of my favorite things, and I love Will’s character, so... Here I am.

I’m gonna start with Will's powers. I’ll talk about things that everyone, not just fans who analyze the show, can see. I’ll only use some of my theories to speculate about the nature of Will’s abilities (imo they’re different from El’s, that’s why it makes sense that the reveal happens in the last season)

I’ll start with this.

If I’m right, this could be like the reveal of One’s existence. If there’s a girl named Eleven there must also be a number One. It was always there.

And if Will has always been connectet to the supernatural plot, either he’s like Frodo, or he has powers too.

The fact that people have found explanations for what we’ve seen so far, like Will just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or his connection to Vecna just being a consequence of the possession, doesn’t mean that they’re correct.

But that’s a good thing when you write a mystery.

If you don’t want to reveal something till the last minute, you keep leaving hints and clues but also let people find plausible explanations for what they see, otherwise they become impatient to know the truth, and get distracted.

What the writers could use to reveal that Will has powers

Will and El are the only characters connected to the supernatural plot since S1.

Will’s vanishing, one of the most iconic scenes of the show. It’s different from all the other attacks, something even many causal viewers noticed.

Will is the only person who survived alone for a week in the UD. If that’s what really happened, of course. But the fact that it’s still a mystery means that they’re hiding something important. Oh, and he was definitely Vecna's target (here)

The fake body. Either the lab was able to make a perfect replica of Will’s body in two days simply because they were spying on everyone in Hawkins, or there’s another explanation.

Nobody doesn’t really know what those scientists are able to do, and nobody asked in S1. Actually, they never asked anything. But IF Vecna targets Will again in S5, he will have to finally ask himself: Why me?

Will and El big parallels in S2. Now we see WILL in the lab, with Owens, his “Brenner”, who knows the truth.

Also, Will says that the evil wants to kill everyone but him. Something they could use to reveal that his possession is different from the Flayed and Billy’s.

Will drawing the Mind Flayer is so important in S2, everybody remembers it. So, this is a connection with another kid with powers. Henry.

But in S3 and S4 something changes. Will is sidelined, and in S4 it even seems that the writers forgot his birthday. I think this is what makes people think that he’s not important. Now he “only” has this mysterious connection to the Mind Flayer (and Vecna). But in my opinion this could also be a big hint.

Will being sidelined in S3 and S4 could be part of the plan

We can dislike it, but it makes sense.

Think about it. Will is the target for two seasons in a row, but everything changes in S3. I think it's because Vecna realizes that El can also close the gate. That's when he changes his plan. He needs that power to open his own gates. He says that to El.

But he can’t possess Will again to get to her. Will would know what’s happening, and his family would save him again. And Vecna is not stupid.

Also, IF Will is important, then Vecna doesn’t want to kill him. Will is not like Billy and the other Flayed. I don’t even think he was killing him in the UD. The parallel with Sarah means that the tendril was giving him oxigen like the chestbuster in Alien? But this is just a theory.

So, the plot of S3 is to take El’s power to open gates, the plot of S4 is to open gates so big that she can’t close them. And in S5 Vecna can finally get what he wants. Including Will?

In S4 they also reveal something very important connected to Will: that the UD is “stuck” on November 6, the day Will went missing. Sure, it’s the day El opened the gate, but see how they’re always connected? They could definitely use that. And they could use what Nancy says, that when Will was in the UD lights came to life.

Will vanishing, his mind being erased, has always been his story. And so is being remembered and saved by the ones who love him

What happens when my boy is gone? That's the big question. So I’m not surprised that he’s been sidelined.

The very first episode of the show is titled The vanishing of Will Byers. He literally disappears from the world and his family and friends must find him.

In S2, it's his mind that is being erased and they need to make him remember.

Then in S3 and S4 he's sidelined, and there are many very intentional shots in which other characters are blocking him, so it seems that he's not even there. And it starts at the end of S2, when in the last shot of the ball Will is not there (more here)

Imo, this is no coincidence, the writers arent' forgetting Will. It’s the plot. And it would be a cool plot twist, based on a truth that has been hidden in plain sight the whole time.

Will’s powers

Finally, my theory is that his abilities are different from El and Henry’s and mostly connected to the UD. Maybe they only work there. If he’s like Bastian and can somehow influence the UD, shape things, or he's like a battery, a source of power that Vecna can use, then it makes sense that they reveal his powers in the last season, when the Upside Down starts to invade our reality.

I don’t remember who said this, but I find it so interesting. The fact that maybe there’s a reason if Will’s name is WILL. Maybe he IS power. I made a post about the parallels between Will and Cerebro I also have a theory about why both Will and El have powers, their connection, but this post is already so long. I’ll just leave some links:

Theory about Willel connection

Terry and El’s memories

Byler

Well, in this case it’s obvious that if Will was girl, people would at least consider Byler. I’m sure there would be fights between Byler and mlv shippers, but more people would see the signs.

But I think many fans or casual viewers who simply like their friendship will be ok with it once they see how everything is connected and how important Will and Mike’s love is, not just for them but to save the world. That’s smart, it reminds me of Interstellar and many epic love stories. I love it.

Anyway. Byler has been a fundamental part of the story since S1. Their beautiful friendship, their bond, their love.

This scene!

Then in S4 it becomes obvious

I love this. One of the sweetest, most beautiful things this show has done. And it’s also clever! Making Will and Mike’s love one of the keys to save the world. That’s how you know it’s gonna be epic.

So, people could say, but there are sweet mlv scenes too. And Mike is still with El. He finally told her that he loves her. That means that they solved their problems and in S5 they will be stronger than ever. That’s the story.

I don’t think that’s what the story is telling. El and Mike have spent two seasons fighting and not getting closer. The other kid in love with Mike had to push him twice to tell his girlfriend that he loves her, and they lost anyway (and Mike didn’t need Joyce or Jon to tell him keep going in the shed in S2). Also, the only couple that broke up had the same problem. Nancy, Mike’s sister, couldn’t say ILY to Steve.

This means that El and Mike’s relationship is not a happy relationship. And now it’s obvious and even confirmed, that Will, the boy Mike has such a deep bond with, is in love with him. Like, this is such a classic trope.

So, what could the writers use to show that the story has always hinted at Byler?

This

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #twelvegate #willel twins #will has powers #st theory #stranger things

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justatalkingface · 1 year ago

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WTF happened?!?

Alright, so for context? I took a break at... *checks bookmark* 395. And looking at that chapter really quick, I'm reminded why I stopped reading for all this time!.That's ten chapters behind, for the record, and from what I can tell from my occasional glances at the critical tag? Those ten chapters were... something.

Welp. I read them. And then experienced instant regret.

Let's start with the first big thing: Armor Might. Somehow, looking at Armored Might, my first thought isn't WTF, because I've seen the spoilers, but the way that mask frames his smile reminds me of Redestro? Like, what the hell, he actually looks villainous like this. Still, though, the way powers are supposed to be the students isn't just cringe beyond belief it's... actually really dumb?

Like, step back from the ham handed metaphor for a minute, and look at this as a set of powers that someone decided to put in one suit. Ignoring how they stuffed so much shit into a suit, which even for MHA tech breaks my SOD, much less how this is surviving hits that causally blast through buildings, but it's just... inefficient? Let's ignore such choices as 'talking to animals' and 'powered by sugar', which are clearly relics of a different manga and don't make sense to use at all, but just these powers as a package. Does it make sense to put something like, 'make acid' with super strength'? Or 'sound waves'? Etc, etc? Wouldn't you want things that synergize together, so the suit is... I don't know, sturdier, or more effective, rather than having to build in a bunch of random devices just to do a reference? That explains why half of them aren't even same powers, it's just pointlessly pasting the names on things built to counter literally this situation, a reverting AFO, even though they had no possible way to know it would happen. Like a Uravity 'thruster'. Which has fuck all to do with canceling gravity.

Seriously. Cellophane and Blackwhip are literally the same damn thing, as in, literally they're the same tentacles. He's 'using' 'different powers' to retract them. And the sugar power is a... rocket kick? I. Can we just admit this doesn't actually have the entire class in it and move on?

Also, the fact that AFO is apparently super predictable and apparently has never adjusted his tactics once since beating Nana? Bitch please. He's been leading you by the nose since day one, and the only reason you ever beat him is because you out-powered him because you're bullshit and he's nerfed.

As a side note, AFO isn't controlling his reversion. He's not 'choosing' to rewind faster to heal himself, it's just happening, and Eri's Quirk just doesn't give a shit about anything, the acid would just be gone. Eri's Quirk has literally never given a shit about anything, ever, including but not limited to it's target, the person using, or the laws of nature because it's not a healing Quirk, its reversing fucking time.

Honestly, reading this, I'm not even angry about how bad the writing is anymore, I'm just cringing. Both All Might and All For One sound like complete morons, the fight is stupid, it's just.... this is just pathetic and it hurts to read.

I. Is AFO the shining baby. I pretty sure a bunch of people made jokes about the baby coming up but. Is AFO the shining baby?

Why is Stain even here? Why is the suit talking?! Like, they didn't even do anything, it didn't even buy any time, it just dragged out the chapter so we could another cliffhanger!

...Finally. Finally, Momo gets a fucking gun. I guess at this point Hori thought it couldn't harm anything to let her actually be competent, and it looks like a copy of Bakugou's new gear because of course it is, but I don't care just let me have this.

What the fuck is even the point of AFO's mouth ripping open? Like, what is the in-setting reason his cheeks tore apart?

Bakugou: fucking dies.

Bakugou: gets his heart patched together with jeans and a prayer soap bubble.

Bakugou: is instantly jumping into high intensity combat.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Are we really bring back the 'wishing energy' bullshit? Are we bringing back wishing energy and Bakugou is using it?

And now we have Nighteye. Nighteye.

...

You know what? I'm angry again.

Holy fuck. I read the posts, but I didn't believe they were real. Bakugou restarted his own heart. Like. What even is his Quirk, at this point. Like, what is it actually supposed to be, Favoritism Sweat?

All Might, solemnly: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Me, vomiting:

God, I pity whoever eventually has to voice act that and say that line at all seriously.

And, to the surprise of absolutely no one except the people who actually thought Bakugou died and were angry about it, Bakugou gets his heart impaled and came out the other end with a power up.

Let me sum up my thoughts on that with one simple sentence: The Lion, The Witch, and The Plot Armor of This Bitch.

Here's my impression ten chapters later, after a month or two without reading: I... I did not miss this story.

#bnha critical #mha critical #bakugou critical #what the fuck is this #i can almost feel my brain melting #Bakugou's Favoritism Sweat #my instant regret reading these chapters

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terracomets · 5 months ago

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mattias solis! i think out of all the main 8 truenorth characters he got the biggest palette change / visual update. weirdly he reminds me of big mac ?? every time i look at him im like what apple family humanization is this.

little blurb below the cut!

Mattias Solis

Scottish / Dutch, He / Him, 26 A burning fire Hotheaded and loyal. Mattias’ whole world is his friends, and he would do almost anything for them. Ashamed by his past association with some of Caesar’s most well-known Guardsmen– including Abe Bruley–Mattias does all he can now to help people like himself and his friends by picking up any odd job he possibly can, though his hotheadedness and tendency to speak his mind before using it to think makes him both incredibly popular with the younger and poorer Campfolk and extremely unpopular with the older and richer Campfolk. He’s considered a problem by the Guardsmen and Caesar, and while most would find the targets on their head horrifying, Mattias instead flaunts this, using it to show that if one young man terrifies Caesar so much, just how strong is he? He doesn’t seem afraid of anything; nothing can get under his skin. He won’t let it. Tim and Emmett are his inspirations, along with Trond, who he hopes to change the mind of. While his look towards the world is much more bitter than hopeful, feeling that the injustices done to people who’ve done nothing but try and survive are needlessly cruel, he hopes to change it.

#terra.art #oc #ocs #truenorth #mattias solis #mattias #SCOTLAAAND FOREVERRRR RAAAHHH

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mochiwrites · 2 years ago

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Life series Grian is cruel because everyone in the life series is cruel. There’s killings and betrayals and thefts. Everyone in the life series is kind, including Grian. There’s jokes and alliances and trades.

ANON YOU ARE OPENING A FLOOD GATE. I AM SO SORRY IN ADVANCE

(also I feel like I should preface that like. I'm not claiming to be c!grian expert and my own interpretation may not even be fully accurate to his character??? aka if anything seems out of character I am Sorry fjgfhgf)

ANYWAYS -- right so when I say the word “cruel” I’m talking about it in an,,,, emotional sense??? like, he doesn't go out of his way to target people and bully them emotionally, I guess??? he isn't cruel with their emotions???? I have no idea if that makes any sense. I'm not gonna go out my way and claim that grian is a "perfect uwu innocent boy" because he's not. no one in the life series is (and that's not even grian's character outside of traffic LMAO). the entire purpose of the game is to be the last man standing, and that means killing. that means betrayal.

but there is a fine line between being cruel to survive and being a villain.

and traffic!grian is not a villain.

traffic!grian is kind, and loyal. he feels guilt for his actions. grian plays to survive, but if you have his loyalty, you have it for the entire game.

I've seen so many people look at grian's actions in the previous session (where he laughs off joel's death and joins up with pearl and bigb) and say that grian was evil for it. but let's actually look at what grian was doing leading up to joel's death, shall we?

he didn't look for other teammates until he was certain that joel wasn't going to survive. they had already lost jimmy, so he knew he was going to be alone. he offered joel an hour. he kept telling joel to take his life so joel could survive just a little longer. he straight up tells pearl and bigb that he has to go check on joel, that he has to say goodbye or else he was going to regret not getting the chance. everything grian did in that final episode was to keep jimmy and joel alive for as long as possible. and when he finally lost joel? there was silence. he stood there and stared. "I didn't even see it." he sounded so remorseful as he said it.

did he laugh off their deaths? yes. but come on people! grian's entire character is downplaying his emotions! he laughs things off and hides his emotions! he gave us, the viewers, plenty of clues to his true feelings! he has to say goodbye to joel or he'll regret it. he makes graves for jimmy and joel. he was more than willing to give them some of his time to keep them alive. he laughs off their deaths but that's just a wall he's putting up between himself and everyone else. when looking at traffic!grian, you can't just look at his words. you need to look at his actions as well.

he makes a joke about keeping joel alive but you need to look deeper than that. you need to look at the "I couldn't do anything more to help him." that's hidden in there. with grian you need to read between the lines!

and if you STILL think that traffic!grian is a villain, don't worry, I have more examples.

let's take a look at the most obvious depiction of grian's tragic character.

third life.

whether you ship them or view them as friends, grian's story with scar is still a tragedy! he spends the entire series following scar around because of his debt, and ends up sticking around after his debt is cleared because he wants to see scar win. he wants to help scar still. he's chaotic and a menace and full of bloodlust, but that doesn't make him a villain. he's playing the game. the same game that everyone else is playing.

look at the final scene of the third life finale. grian wanted to win with scar. he wanted them to win together. they planned to die together. and then the cactus ring happens and grian wins. look me dead in the eyes as grian says "Oh I don't feel so good." before jumping to his death and tell me that grian is a villain. that's one of the cases where grian's guilt is the most clear.

let's also not forget all of the deals he makes in every series? the promises he tries to keep? returning scar's things to him in last life even though he didn't have to? giving skizz a totem? setting an ender porter with him so if skizz needs him he can come help? because he wanted skizz to stay alive for as long as possible?

grian is kind. and he cares about people. neither of these things are the qualities of a villain!

he's playing in a death game, just like everyone else, and he's playing to survive. of course he's going to betray certain people (not his allies though. never his allies), he's going to steal and kill. he's going to laugh as he pulls off a successful kill because yes he may not be a villain but he's chaotic and bloodthirsty just like everyone else.

grian is not cruel because he laughed off jimmy and joel's deaths. he is not evil because he joined pearl and bigb after he lost the bad boys.

this is just a personal frustration but too many people in this fandom are quick to jump on calling grian a villain in the traffic series when every other character is doing the same thing as he is. but yet no one else gets called evil for it??? some people are so quick to make grian out to be an asshole when he's not. can he act like an ass? yes, absolutely. but that doesn't make one. I've seen some absolutely wild characterizations on grian, and some of them are just.... Yikes

some people are so quick to make grian out to be the bad guy that they don't consider the actions that lead up to that moment.

THAT BEING ASIDE.... tldr, grian isn't a villain, he's playing in a death game and the aim is to survive. he's a loyal teammate and is more than willing to fight for his allies. please stop calling him a villain thank you

#mochi speaks #some of you need to learn critical thinking skills because not everything that happens on screen is what's Actually going on #sorry JGFJHGF #I DIDN'T MEAN TO GET SALTY IN THE TAGS #BUT ALSO I'VE SEEN SO MANY TAKES #SO MANY BAD TAKES #AND I AM TIRED /lh

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purple-link · 1 month ago

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Alisaie and Purple Link

FFXIV Write 2024 Story Entry

Spoiler: Story takes place after WoL reaches Garlemald in Endwalker, but but before the Tower of Babil dungeon. Story will be largely sfw, but will adhere to FFXIV's level of mature storytelling.

Chapter 30: Two Heads are Better Than One

“And so,” Alphinaud was finishing up, “While we were being assaulted by Akimitsu and his group, our friend, the Wolf Burglar, had informed me that he knew about Akimitsu already.”

“Gee, you could have let us in on the joke,” said Alisaie, looking irritable, “We had death staring us in the eyes, didn’t realize it was a staring contest.”

“Ah, but, that’s the thing,” said the Wolf Burglar, “Akimitsu was never dangerous, he was just looking out for his people. Senryaku was the real danger.”

“Thankfully, it was just one person,” said Alphinaud, “Originally, the plan was merely to bluff our way out, and try to make it so that the Wolf Burglar could continue his espionage on both sides, but when he informed me that the name ‘Senryaku’ meant ‘Strategy,’ I endeavored to get arrested.

“I sort of made it up after that,” said Alphinaud, “But thankfully, I was able to transplant myself as a strategic middleman, and instead of Doma being ambushed, I timed it so that we could arrive at the same time.

"I made a couple of quick guesses, but as you can see, everything went according to plan.”

The festival was a huge smash! After the seal was applied to the document, and Hien commenced the festivities, all groups came together for conversation and food.

Purple Link and Alisaie, started off doing what they were hoping to do since the moment they heard about the festival: visit as many booths as they could!

Their status as Warriors of Light and Scions of the Seventh Dawn allowed them free retries of every game and free food at every booth. Tips were still encouraged, however.

Purple Link was beside himself with joy. One of the first things he got was grilled squid on a stick, or ikayaki. Moving along, there was a shooting gallery, using a gun he obtained through his machinist's lessons. He almost got all the targets.

“I just started a lot of these new classes,” said Purple Link, sheepishly, “It’s going to take a while.”

“You’re still a dynamo with Red Magic, Purple Link,” said Alisaie, nudging him with an elbow, “I think you’ll be doing just fine in the long run.”

There was the bouncing yo-yo game, as he hoped, but there was also ring toss, coin dropping and goldfish scooping. Alisaie shook her head with that one.

“I’m sorry, Purple Link, but you’re an outdoor cat,” said Alisaie, “I don’t see any room for pets in your travels.”

“Well, ones that don’t already breathe and float in the air,” said Purple Link, “I have plenty of pets, they’re merely enchanted for survival in harsh environments. These fish are just fishbowl stock.”

“Suit yourself,” said the vendor, “They are young now, but they’ll mature into fine fish!”

As the evening was wearing on, the end of the festival included a massive feast, one that included all the bandit Lupin who wanted to mingle with the Domans.

While some had splintered off and returned to banditry, as expected, most who had been exhausted and pushed to their limit accepted the terms of Hien’s policies with anticipation.

They were so excited they didn’t have to struggle for food, they all began to chat with denizens of Doma, including those Lupin who had already lived in the Doman Enclave.

Friendships were being struck, love affairs were just beginning, and a lot of the tension that was felt at the beginning of the day melted away, the moment they realized they no longer had anything to fear of becoming Doman.

Any bandits living in the Glittering Basin would be very few, but for the most part, the southern settlement of Lupin would become a designated sister city of Doma.

There were even talks of installing a new aetheryte crystal, so that travel to the southern shores of Yanxia would be made easier.

Purple Link couldn’t have hoped for better. Not only did the Lupin have a new beginning to look forward to, but they would be spared a lifetime of persecution and live without fear of extermination.

Peace won out, and it was everything he could have hoped for.

The dangers of Garlemald, Zenos, and Fandaniel would have to wait a little longer. The destruction of his homeland and his family felt like it was beginning to heal.

All it took was a few thousand smiles, some warm food, and Alisaie, a friend to him if there ever was one.

Alphinaud, for the most part, was explaining his end of circumstances, with blanks being filled in by the Wolf Burglar. Hien and Akimitsu were also listening in, with Hansha by his side.

They hadn’t expressed any interest in dating, Purple Link discovered, but as loyal a solider as Hansha ever was, he was pleased to find that she took comfort in Akimitsu’s company.

As they talked, Purple Link noticed the dining table was occasionally decorated with vases filled with Lupin flowers. He glanced over at the Wolf Burglar who blushed and looked away as casually as he could get away with.

“So, all this time, you guys were just…hungry?” said Kurobana, feeling a little mollified in his own end, “I have rice, we have plenty to spare.”

“Oh, sure,” said the Wolf Burglar, “Just open your home to any criminal. You didn’t think that was one of the first things they could have tried?”

“Matters were complicated,” admitted Akimitsu, “Our history with the Rijin have not been exemplary. With Garlemald’s occupation receded, now seemed like a perfect time for change.”

“Yeah, but all out war is usually frowned upon,” said Alisaie.

Akimitsu grimaced.

“The Lupin in the Glittering Basin had been ignored for a very long time,” said Akimitsu, “Long before Garlemald’s occupation. I saw no reason but to force our way to a solution.”

“Force can be a wonderful solution for certain situations,” said Hien, “But now that peace is starting to assemble again in Doma, we have to put the solutions of the past behind us.

"Peace between our people can be achieved, but we have to find new ways of doing so, ones that don’t include hurting our brethren.”

Akimitsu looked humbled by this statement.

“I apologize most sincerely,” said Akimitsu, appealing to Hien, “When our worlds are one, and we have nothing to fear from our neighbors, I would be more than happy to live by your side.”

“So long as it’s your decision to make,” said Lord Hien, “A good hunt never lasts forever, but the rewards can be gargantuan.”

“Riches beyond belief,” said Akimitsu, nodding, “More than any thief could ever wish for.”

The Wolf Burglar nodded, and then his expression fell. His plate already cleaned, he stood up and walked over to the shoreline that spread across the river and looked out towards the walkway that led up to the previous kingdom of Doma.

People surrounded him, little picnics, some of them in boats, and not all of them were purely Lupin couples.

One Au Ra and Lupin were kissing so passionately, they were getting complaints from those nearby. Not because it was disallowed, but because they were being noisy.

Purple Link arrived and stood nearby him. He smiled at the Lupin.

“I take it that you’ve had your fill of espionage?” said Purple Link.

This felt less like an accusation and more like a innocent query. The Wolf Burglar shrugged.

“Being a thief will always be lucrative,” said the Wolf Burglar, “But I’ll admit, I would not wish to play both sides of a Lupin conflict ever again.

"I sympathized with Akimitsu’s plight, but not at the risk of destroying the lives of those in Doma. I have been more than satisfied with Hien’s solution.”

“Y’know, he wanted to pardon you, too,” said Purple Link, “I don’t know if Hien’s word carries weight in Kugane, but I’m sure he could put in a good word.”

The Wolf Burglar smiled to himself for a second, delighting in the idea. To walk free again, in his home, where the kindly samurai raised and took care of him.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” said the Wolf Burglar, “My issues with the Sekiseigumi are my own, and I will work them out. Once the government in Kugane becomes less mercantile, I should be happy to stand by the citizens of Kugane, shoulder to shoulder, and make our voices heard.”

He turned to Purple Link.

“In the meantime,” said the Wolf Burglar, determination in his eyes, “I will continue to be their voice. I will be there for those who suffer in the streets of Hingashi, and to be their succor when all resources are stripped from their lives, by those who would rather fill their coffers.”

Purple Link held out his paw, a smile on his muzzle. The Wolf Burglar gladly accepted it, clapping into his palm with vigor.

“My friend,” said Purple Link, “You truly are one of the greats. A Warrior of Light if there ever was one.”

“Please don’t ever call me that again,” said the Wolf Burglar, frankly. Purple Link blinked at this. He pulled his paw back and shrugged with his hands up.

“Fair enough,” said Purple Link, “Safe travels.”

“Save travels,” said the Wolf Burglar, “Don’t get yourself killed now.”

The Wolf Burglar went back to Lord Hien and Akimitsu, probably to report to both at the same time. Purple Link took the opportunity to relax, an opportunity he didn’t always have while on the road.

Sitting part of the way in water, he looked up at the starry sky, the evening dusk turning into night, and thought about his life.

He was never the kind of person to be ungrateful, but he did consider parts of it to be unfair. When push came to shove, he never really had the right attitude for it. But he always felt like he did something right at the end.

Being the Warrior of Light seemed almost worth it.

But he did understand why the Wolf Burglar didn’t appreciate that title. Maybe, one day, Purple Link would earn it for real, but for right now, he was happy just being a normal guy.

“Purple Link, got a minute?” said Alisaie, making him turn to look behind him. He smiled.

“For you, always!” said Purple Link, “Another successful mission, wouldn’t you say?”

“I can hear a cheery tune in my head now,” said Alisaie,

She began to whistle.

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“You’ve earned this one, my friend.”

“We’ve earned it!” said Purple Link, and then he drifted off for a bit, “I can’t say that it hasn’t been a struggle.”

“It’s always a struggle,” said Alisaie, “Being a hero is never easy.”

“This time, I think I might have pushed it,” said Purple Link, “I didn’t think I was the type of person who could get so…emotional…like that, with you.”

“Yeah,” said Alisie, who was simply paying attention.

“It was not my best nature,” said Purple Link, “And I’m sorry. Even if I meant the words I said, I never intended to cause you any pain.”

“What, and you would rather like to see me laughing?” asked Alisaie, “That reminds me of what you once said to me. Standing in the middle of Lakeland with all the lavender, when I felt my lowest, and having to deal with dispatching Tesleen, having had turned into a sin eater…”

She drifted off too, revisiting the scene in her head.

“The rain seemed as if to turn purple,” said Alisaie, “You had nothing but kind words for me then.”

Purple Link looked at Alisaie and then nudged her with his elbow. She smiled back, feeling like her energy had been restored.

“So, what now?” said Alisaie, “You want to go back to Garlemald, finish what we started, or do you feel like another adventure?”

“In a minute,” said Purple Link, “I feel calm and at peace, for the first time in a long time.”

“That’s the kind of peace we strive for,” said Alisaie, “Y’know, our adventures may not be over, but I can look forward to a time when we’ll be old and look at new adventurers with a wry sense of wistful cynicism.”

“Not that our adventures are going to end,” said Purple Link, “But I’m sure the two of us will think of something.”

“You and me?” said Alisaie, pointing a thumb to herself, arrogant as all get out, “We’re two peas in a pod. There’s nothing we can’t solve if we put our heads together.”

“Yeah,” said Purple Link, “Two heads are better than one, after all.”

They chuckled, and then reacted sharply when they heard an explosion.

Don’t worry, it was of the nice kind.

Off in the distance, on the ledge of the highest part of the walkway of Doma, pyrotechnicians set alight a glorious and blazing fireworks display, one that couldn’t be matched by any in the history of Doma.

Purple Link and Alisaie stood up and watched, pointing up at certain designs.

Purple Link couldn’t believe it, he thought, after all that fighting and working, after nearly losing his life and causing deleterious harm to another, the fact that he could feel this happy was an amazing thing to him.

He looked over to Alisaie who smirked, and then she began to yell out loud, cheering with the crowd. Purple Link did the same.

Together their voices raised into a cacophony so loud, it nearly drowned out the fireworks.

Things couldn't get any better than this.

The End.

#ffxiv #furry #hrothgar #warrior of light #alisaie #alphinaud #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2024 #lupin #wolves #au ra #hyur #fireworks #festival #Youtube

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lazerswordweilder · 3 months ago

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The only time he should have no scars is if he’s a civilian in the au or some fix it aus!

(Or have a normal amount of scars rather than none at all. And lets be honest he’s still Anakin so he probably still has some, I mean I have a scar on my hand and I don’t even remember where I got it, I have another on my finger from a TREE BRANCH, not even a big one that got thrown at me, I scraped it on twig literally! Anyways my point is I’m sure he’s gotten into a lot even as a civilian)

Sure space technology is a thing but unless you’re doing an au where it’s much better/works fundamentally differently then it shouldn’t be able to heal him to the point he doesn’t have any scars! We’ve been shown its limitations in canon time and time again. There are a few expectations to this like the previously mentioned au where technology is better, he could be a science experiment that has really fast healing, got brought back from the dead perfectly fine, be some weird force abomination that heals insanely fast, cloned a body to move into, ect. If you do it right and for reasons other than ‘hE LoOkS pReTtIeR’ these can work.

Even if we make it so he didn’t fall to the dark side, or won the duel or anything else that would make it so he didn’t get burnt, you have to consider the fact he worked with literal laser swords that could cut through blast doors as a child, he also grew up on a crime filled world and was a slave who did podracing which was shown to be dangerous, willing put himself into crazy situations, and is also a war veteran, he should have many, many scars, probably more than he’s shown to have in canon too! Like that scene where he wakes up after a nightmare and you see him shirtless and I’m pretty sure there wasn’t even a single scars. Lies. Absolute slander. The same thing should be true for Obi-Wan and Ahsoka and some of the clones (others are still relatively new to the fighting or do have scars).

Also not only were prosthetics not as good as regular limbs (although they did improve from the PT to the OT) but Sidious didn’t let Vader make them (and his other systems) as good as they could be. So his limbs all sucked and he kind of only survived as well as he did with the force, he lost a lot of fine motor control and probably has really bad phantom pains (and also a LOT of other pain), also trouble breathing which is really obvious. He wasn’t aloud to heal properly or get any good crutches and it doesn’t show because he can use the force to compensate not because he is/was okay.

There are a few reasons where him not getting scarred just to look beautiful can be a valid plot point but only under specific circumstances like in an au where he’s a seductress or something because typically the targets for that kind of thing are people who would find scars disgusting which mostly means they’re a horrible person.

Also scars are/can be hot. I totally get that some are particularly bad and also that you shouldn’t want scars because they come from pain and injury, I’m not saying scars should be glorified and you should strive to get them, that would be horrible and injuries are not something to want or joke around with regardless of looks, just that scars shouldn’t be hated either (not including scars that have trauma because that’s really not a choice).

A lot of characters get that scar on their face because it’s considered hot or bad boy style, but the second you get scars literally anywhere other than the face they become something bad?? This is hypocritical!

Also you truely believe that Darth I Deserve This Torture Suit Vader would take good care of himself, his hair must be greasy and knotted he would not look like the Anakin we know.

Ok so I’m BACK ON MY BULLSHIT to say that ANOTHER reason why I’m a hater of those "post canon vaderdala BUT somehow Anakin gets completely healed and looks like he did before mustafar" fics, other than the ableism which I’ve already touched upon is that!!!!

That moment where Vader lets her see his face… his vulnerability… how he’s been scarred and destroyed… and her accepting and still loving him??? SUCH UNPARALLELED INTIMACY. Literally gnawing the bars of my enclosure about it;;;;; this is actually one of the main appeal of a post canon vaderdala au AND IF YOU ROB ME OF THAT I WILL BE PISSED

Like wdym "he just looks like anakin again as if nothing happened and him having become heavily disabled is never adressed lol" WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS

Actually FURTHERMORE I’m gonna circle back to the ableism shit, bc I got some pushback the last time I talked about this last year, and I feel like maybe at the time to struggled to properly articulate what bothered me, but basically, for those kinds of fics it comes down to:

"Anakin progressively heals thanks to space technology, representing how he stop hating himself and thinking he deserves nothing more than the torture suit" ok! 👍 while I personally have a huge preference for him remaining at least somewhat heavily scarred and disabled as he gets better treatment, you do you, and I do see the vision!

"Anakin heals entirely and looks like he did before mustafar bc clearly there’s no way Padme could fall back in love with him with Vader's body" I am mentally killing you with laser beams

#lazerswordweilder writes #Star Wars #disabled anakin skywalker #Screw the haters I fucking love crispy Vader/Anakin #unrelated but I believe he would think he deserve the torture suit but also hate Palpatine for never letting him improve it #like how in vaderdala stories he doesn’t believe he deserves Padmé but he still stays with her

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briamichellewrites · 1 year ago

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Chester and Bria get caught outside during the Purge

“Chessy, don’t do something stupid like getting yourself killed”, Bria said.

He nodded. They had twelve hours to survive. It was kill or be killed. The New Founding Fathers called it The Purge, where all crime was legal for twelve hours – including murder. Chester and Bria were prepared with guns and ammunition. They were out on the streets of Los Angeles trying desperately to get back to Bria’s. Mike and Brad told them how stupid it was to be out that late but her car broke down. Their only option was to walk.

Everyone else had taken shelter. Where did they get the guns? He bought them before the purge started from a local gun store. Did either of them know how to shoot? No, but they were better than not being protected. The streets were quiet. Too quiet. They hoped his tattoos would make him look intimidating, even though he wasn’t.

They turned their phones off, so they wouldn’t give them away and they avoided being out in the open because that would only make them a target. Thankfully, they were both sober. Being high would not help them.

They already saw one guy getting stabbed by someone in a bloody mask. They came across a convenience store, where the manager pointed a gun at them and shouted at them in Spanish. They put their hands up and shouted they were not purging. After a moment, the manager discovered they were innocent, so he let them inside. Thank you! He closed the security gate before taking them into the back where he and the other employees were hiding.

“Thank you”, Chester said again.

“Why you outside? It’s dangerous.”

“We were on our way back to her place, but her car broke down. The only thing we could do was start walking.”

Chessy and I are hiding in a convenience store. Phoenix, Mike, Joe, Brad, and Rob all got the same text from Bria. She explained what happened and that they were safe. After spending all day in the studio, they told everyone to get home as quickly and safely as possible. It was not a time to fuck around. They all promised to keep in contact throughout the twelve hours. Bria was anxious, so Chester volunteered himself to stay with her.

Thank god! You guys stay there until it’s safe! – Mike

They would. Outside, they heard gunshots and screams. Even from behind the security door. They hated the purge because they hated murder, which most people had chosen to do. It wasn’t petty crimes but felonies. The manager offered them free food and drinks. He offered to pay because they had money, but he refused. Thank you. They quietly went back into the store and picked out some things to keep them going for twelve hours.

They then went back into their hiding place. The band were all hiding at home with makeshift weapons. Just in case they needed them. Fuck the purge! Mike had asthma as a child, which he felt coming back. Emergency medical care wouldn’t come out if he had an asthma attack. He tried calming himself down, so he could breathe. But, he was too scared and anxious.

In. Out. In. Out. Misty stayed with him. She sat on his lap. He focused his attention on her, which helped his breathing. Gradually, he felt better. He petted her and called her a good girl! Yes, she was! Thank you, human! The lights in his house were off to make it appear he wasn’t home. The sun had gone down, so it was dark outside. Their neighborhood was supposed to be safe, but he could hear cars and gunshots outside his home.

Neither he, Bria, nor the band had ever done anything worthy of being killed during the past year. They treated people with respect, paid their taxes, and didn’t owe any debt to anyone. Why would anyone want to kill them? Because they were in a very successful rock band? If they wanted to steal from them, they would give them whatever they wanted.

It was better than getting shot at. They would do whatever it took to avoid getting killed. Until the purge was over, they had food, water, cell phones, and chargers to keep them going. They could not turn any lights on. Everything would have to be done in the dark with as little noise as possible.

A group of purgers found their hiding spot in the convenience store. White supremacists. They threw everyone out and had them stand outside by a wall. Everyone did as they were told. They walked slowly in front of them. The manager and employees were all Hispanic, while Bria and Chester were white. They all begged for their lives as they separated them.

Bria had her gun in her pocket. Chester read her mind. They looked at each other and he subtly shook his head. They were outnumbered. Before they could shoot, the purgers were shot in the back of their heads. They all screamed before running away to escape. Bria was splattered with blood. Chester grabbed her hand and they both started running. When they got far enough away, he asked her what the hell she was thinking!

“I don’t know, Chessy. I don’t know.”

“Don’t be a hero, Bria. Don’t fight back. You’re covered in blood.”

He took his shirt off and handed it to her. She used it to wipe herself off as best she could. They then started walking again. It had been a few hours since they were stranded, but it felt like longer than that. They needed a new hiding spot. Where the hell were they? They were disoriented by the darkness. Finally, he recognized where they were. They were only a block away from Brad’s.

Let us in. – Chester

Brad got up from where he was hiding and slowly walked to the front door. He looked outside before quietly opening the door. Chester and Bria! He had them come inside quickly. Once they had, he closed and locked the door behind them. They then followed him upstairs to his bedroom closet. The light was on, but he stuffed clothes underneath to block it out. He also closed the bedroom blinds and curtains.

“What the hell happened? Where did you get the guns?”

“We bought them. Thank god we didn’t have to use them”, she said.

He nodded. “You guys are fucking insane! You’re both lucky you didn’t get killed!”

“It’s a fucking war zone out there. You don’t want to know the shit we saw tonight. I’m going to have fucking nightmares for the rest of my life”, Chester said.

Seven in the morning. The purge was over. Everyone checked in with each other. They were all still alive. They survived. Chester and Bria just wanted to get home, so Brad gave them rides. He reminded them to store their guns up high and with the ammo stored separately. They would do that. Get some rest. They would. Thank you.

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chromatophorium · 2 years ago

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How to play Stanley and The Narrator in D&D 5e part 2!

I split the build up, since I learned Tumblr thinks 20 LVL builds are too powerful for one post. So here is the link to part 1!

LVL 11, Bard 10

Features: Bardic inspiration die improvement: The bardic inspiration die is now a d10. (The Narrator is even more inspiring now, even to himself! Which enables him to create/remember more kinds of tales!)

Expertise: The Narrator and Stanley become experts in two more skills. Which means that proficiency bonus is doubled for any ability check he and/or Stanley make that uses either of the chosen proficiencies. Choose: Arcana (The Narrator has read up on the lore of the world to make his story better), Survival (Stanley has learned to survive the Narrator’s story, in more ways than one)

Magical secrets: The Narrator learns two spells from any list. Choose: Spells: 5th level: Wall of Force (The Narrator sometimes makes walls to prevent Stanley from going somewhere. Flavor it to have a brick texture like in the game!)

3rd level: Blink (The Skip spell. Or at least the best way I thought to include it. Not being there when stuff happens is basically a skip, right? For extra drama points, flavor it so that only Stanley blinks away, and the Narrator is still there, but he can not do anything because Stanley is not there. Can you see? Can you see how much they need one another?)

Spells: (Just normally learned spells) Cantrips: Dancing Lights (The Narrator needs some happy floating lights after learning the Skip spell. Let’s just hope Stanley appreciates them too.)

LVL 12, Bard 11

Spells: 5th level: Modify Memory (Literally rewriting memories. The Narrator changing the story to his whims) (Honorable mentions: (I think Modify Memory is uncharted territory for this build and also fits the themes a lot, but I just couldn’t leave these alone) 6th level: Programmed Illusion (a forever lasting gameobject/entity without collision) Mass suggestion (More narrating what people should do))

LVL 13, Bard 12

Features: Ability Score Improvement: Take a feat instead. Choose:

Feat: War Caster - Advantage on Constitution saving throws made to maintain your concentration on a spell when taking damage. (Better focus on keeping the story going the way it should be) - Stanley can perform somatic components of spells even when he has weapons or a shield in one or both hands. (Keep the spiritual focus safe) - When a hostile creature's movement provokes an opportunity attack, the Narrator can use his reaction to cast a spell at the creature, rather than Stanley making an opportunity attack. The spell must have a casting time of 1 action and must target only that creature. (Useful, for example casting Command to make them creature stay in range)

Additional notes: Because it scales with total level not class level, the proficiency bonus increases to +5 at this point. (For better performance in basically everything and for 5th level Spirit session spells)

Spirit session spells: 5th level: Commune (Just like Divination, the Narrator reluctantly asking a higher power or the DM questions) Legend Lore (The Narrator just calls this an exposition dump, because that’s what it is) Scrying (maybe the Narrator briefly disconnecting from Stanley to go look at other things) Raise Dead (The Narrator bringing some back for the purpose of the story. He can't stand important characters dying permanently.)

LVL 14, Bard 13

Feature: Song of rest improvement: The song of rest die increases to a d10 (With spending as much time with characters other than Stanley, the Narrator has learned to adapt to his audience and his rest-soothing-horizons have been broadened)

Spells: 7th level: Mordenkainen's Magnificent Mansion (Making the office! Maybe make the servants unseen) Switch something to Mirage Arcane (The Narrator changing the environment to his desires)

LVL 15, Bard 14

Features: Mystical connection: Whenever there is a roll on the Spirit Tales table, you can roll the die twice and choose which of the two effects to bestow. If you roll the same number on both dice, you can ignore the number and choose any effect on the table. (The Narrator remembering/creating more specific stories, to fit the situation.)

Magical secrets: The Narrator learns two spells from any list. Choose:

Spells: 4th level: Deathward (No dying of main characters allowed! Also allows for cool narrative moments like dramatic last words or an ‘all is lost’ turn around)

6th level: Mental Prison (The Narrator trapping someone in a prison of his own design. Where have I heard that before…)

LVL 16, Bard 15

Features: Bardic inspiration die improvement: The bardic inspiration die is now a d12. (The Narrator is even more inspiring now, even to himself! Which enables him to create/remember more kinds of tales!)

Spells: 8th level: Glibness (Just makes the Narrator immune to failing at some things, which he definitely would want)

LVL 17, Bard 16

Features: Ability score improvement: Improve CON with both points, to 16. (For better concentration on his stories and making it harder for Stanley to die. It’s a win-win for both of them.)

Additional notes: Because it scales with total level not class level, the proficiency bonus increases to +6 at this point. (For better performance in basically everything and for 6th level Spirit session spells)

Spirit session spells: 6th level: Find the Path (The Adventure Line™! Finds the way to the story!) True Seeing (Sometimes an author needs to take a step back and see the objective truth about what is happening in their story instead of getting caught up in it's world and characters) Harm (The Narrator narrating a creature suddenly being stricken by a deadly disease (this was the only remotely in character necromancy spell this level…))

LVL 18, Bard 17

Features: Song of rest improvement: The song of rest die increases to a d12 (...The Narrator has gotten better. I’ve run out of unique commentary for this. If it improves again I will just repeat dialogue.)

Spells: 9th level: Foresight (The Narrator gets the ability to know exactly where the story will go for a short amount of time)

LVL 19 Bard 18

Features: Magical secrets: The Narrator learns two spells from any list. Choose:

Spells: 7th level: Plane Shift (This one is here because it’s the best analouge for the Narrator being able to bring Stanley to different games)

9th level: Wish (The ability to do almost anything. Complete control over the story, only the DM can stand up to)

LVL 20 Bard 19

Features: Ability score improvement: Take a feat instead. Choose:

Feat: Metamagic Adept: The Narrator learns two Metamagic options from the sorcerer class. He also gains 2 sorcery points to spend on Metamagic which are regaining all spent at the end of a long rest. Choose these options: - Distant Spell. When casting a spell that has a range of 5 feet or greater, 1 sorcery point can be used to double the range of the spell. When casting a spell that has a range of touch, 1 sorcery point can be spent to make the range of the spell 30 feet. (For extending the Narrators field of control) - Extended Spell. When casting a spell that has a duration of 1 minute or longer, 1 sorcery point can be spent to double its duration, to a maximum duration of 24 hours. (For making the Narrator’s ‘story adjustments’ last longer)

End of the build!

So yeah, this is my idea for a Stanley and the Narrator build. If you play it, customize this however much you want. This here is just one way to do it.

For example: You could do this with just Bard, and variant human with the feat telepathic. You would have bigger telepathy range and Detect thoughts. But then you wouldn't get the great spells Hex and Mind Sliver, wouldn't be able to talk to any language-knowing creature and wouldn't be able to recover one spell slot on a short rest (always awesome to recover spell slots on short rests). And you would get the anticlimactic cap stone ability of Bard. I think ending this build with a feat is way more satisfying. Lore bard would have worked pretty well too.

Oh no. I forgot about the levitation in the insane ending. Uh… that's just more Phantasmal Force stuff! Yes! But you could use Lore bard to get that pretty easily. Use Additional magical secrets to get Blink and Levitate, and use the Bard 10 magical secrets for Wall of force and Creation.

I would maybe replace Plane shift with Word of Recall, if your DM allows you to choose a place for you to teleport that doesn't have to do with a god. This could be a good analogue for restarting the game.

I did not find a way to properly make an analogue for Stanley coming back from the dead when the game resets. Revenant could work maybe, if unearthed arcana is allowed by your DM? Contingency with Revivify or Raise Dead could work.

There are many ways to improve or change this build, but this is what I've settled for right now.

Anyway, my plans for now are to make a post with example dialogue for spells and feats, because it’s fun. And also a summarized version of this build, without explanations and just titles of spells, features and choices each level. Those'll take a bit, just wanted to get these posts out.

I split the build up, since I learned Tumblr thinks 20 LVL builds are too powerful for one post. So here is the link to part 1!

Also thanks for reading. If you want you can look at my other DnD builds, you should find them somewhere on my blog. I made on for Simon from SOMA and some short potential ones for Ginko from Mushishi. Also the Bucket from The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe.

#tsp #tspud spoilers #tspud #tsp:ud #the stanley parable #The Stanley Parable ultra deluxe #dnd character #DnD 5e #DnD stuff #dnd #d&d

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moon-light-jukebox · 4 years ago

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Germs [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: Reader is sure the resident BAU genius doesn’t like her, but she’s not sure why. But even if he did like her, he’s a germaphobe, so he wouldn’t be comfortable with the things she wants to do to him...would he?

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Rating: Mature

Category: Fluff and Smut

Content Warning: Brief mentions of torture and violence, usually criminal minds stuff, nothing explicit. Light choking, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, language (maybe?)

A/n: I have come out of fan fiction writing retirement for this one. Let me know what y’all think! masterlist

y/n - your name

y/l/n - your last name

italicized text is Reader’s sassy inner thoughts

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I’m not sure if I believe in hell, but if there is a hell, I’m sure it feels exactly like Louisiana in July. Every time I walked outside I felt like I was walking into soup. Gross. I couldn’t help but feel guilty over my sigh of relief when I walked back into the local precinct the team was currently working out of. Young women are dying, and I’m worried about a little bit of heat.

But, fuck, it was hot.

Speaking of heat, I thought as I threw open the door to the conference room only to run smack into the hottest thing I’d ever encountered.

“Shit,” I exclaimed before I thought better of it. “I’m so sorry.” I ran my eyes up, up, up, all the way up his body until I met his eyes; those beautiful honey brown eyes that threatened to have me acting like an idiot if I stared into them for too long.

Dr. Spencer Reid’s cheeks were tinged pink, his posture stiff, his fingers clutching the file he was carrying for dear life. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n,” he sounded uncomfortable, which made my stomach drop. “My fault.” With that, he quickly maneuvered around me and headed off to complete whatever genius task he had to complete.

My eyes followed him until he was out of sight before I mentally shook myself. ‘C’mon, this is pointless,’ I thought. ‘He doesn’t even like you.’ Which I really thought was true, the good doctor went out of his way to avoid me whenever possible. ‘Plus, he’s a germaphobe.’ This thought was confirmed true. He didn’t shake people’s hands, the only people I’d seen him touch during my time at the BAU were members of the team that he’d known for years, and some of those even seemed reluctant.

Admittedly, I didn’t know a lot about germaphobia; since I couldn’t ask the only genius I knew, I did the next logical thing. I googled it. Every person I’d read about seemed to experience germaphobia differently. Some people could have sex, but others were grossed out by the very idea. Knowing my luck, Spencer Reid and his beautiful hands, and his soulful eyes, and his cheekbones that could cut glass was in the repulsed by sex category. Which is fine! Right, it is fine to not be interested in sex; the only problem was I was very interested in every part of him.

Maybe he thinks I’m gross. Maybe I stink? Maybe he’s just repulsed by my very presence. Regardless, I couldn’t see Spencer Reid ever shoving me against a wall and fucking me senseless.

I sighed, making my way over to the conference table, pulling out a chair before I flopped into it. I could feel the exhaustion settling into my bones. We had been in Louisiana for almost a week now and we were still no closer to finding our unsub. He was a white man, he worked in a lower-paying job, and he hated women. Obviously, that didn’t narrow it down much.

The unsub was targeting women in clubs and bars, following them outside before he bashed them on the back of the head. After that, he threw the girls over his shoulder and took them to his car; he moved them to a secondary location before he tortured them. The first two victims had survived. They were traumatized, but they were fighters; they both said the same things, ‘he kept my eyes covered the entire time,’ “I never saw his face,’ ‘I did whatever he told me to do.’

We thought the killing of the third victim had been an accident, but that accident had excited our guy enough that he changed his ritual; the killing was crucial now. We had 4 bodies, 2 live victims that couldn’t tell us anything, and no leads.

Sighing, I leaned forward, bringing the heels of my hands to my eyes. I hated feeling helpless. The answer to who this fucker was is in this evidence somewhere and I will find it. If it’s the last thing I do.

The doors swung open again, pulling me from my thoughts. Hotch lead the parade of people, followed by Morgan, JJ, and Dr. Reid. Our unit chef looked gravely serious…not that that necessarily meant anything, in the 6 months I’d been with the behavioral analysis unit I hadn’t seen him have any other expression.

Morgan pulled out his phone, hitting what I suspected was speed dial number 1. “Hey baby girl,” he said, without his usual swagger; even he was tired. “You’re on speaker. You’ve got me, Hotch, JJ, Reid, and Y/l/n.”

“And I have the always wonderful Emily Prentiss, and the dashing David Rossi on the line, effectively putting my favorite people together again, as they should be,” Garcia quipped. I don’t think she meant to include me in her list of ‘favorite people,’ but it made me smile anyway. “Okay, crime fighters, what’s the play?”

“We’re still no closer to finding the unsub,” Hotch began. “He’s highly organized, methodical, and paranoid; but he hasn’t killed in 3 days, this is a break from his escalation pattern. He’s going to strike soon.” Hotch leaned over resting his palms on the shiny fake wood of the conference table. “Our best chance is to send an agent out there as bait.” There was a general murmur of agreement before he continued on. “Garcia, we need you to find all of the night clubs, bars, and whatever else you can think of in the updated comfort zone.”

The sound of keys clicking made its way through the speaker. “Assuming we’re excluding the places he’s already hit, that leaves us with 3 possibilities.”

“So far he hasn’t struck a place twice,” Prentiss chimed in. “Do we think he’s going to hold to that pattern?”

Reid moved over to the board where the map of the county was displayed. “I think so. This guy is too careful to risk going to a place where he’s been before. The chance of him being recognized is too great, especially when everyone is on high alert.” He gestured to the area he had circled on the map. “His pattern seems to be focusing in on this center point right here,” he said, placing a pin in the map. “This area means something. Garcia, what is the closest club or bar to the intersection of Washington Avenue and Harrison Street?”

“That would beeeeee…The Blue Fox.”

“That’s where he’ll be,” Dr. Reid said confidently, his eyes moving to Hotch’s face.

The older man nodded. “It’s our best lead so far, we have to run with it.”

“It’s Friday night,” Rossi pointed out. “We’ll have to act soon.”

Hotch nodded, seeming to be lost in thought. “We need to send agents in there tonight. We know the victims were all on dates or flirting with a man right before their abduction. He targets women that are happy with their companions then waits til he can separate them.”

“Who are you planning on sending in, Hotch?’ JJ questioned.

“Y/l/n is the youngest, she fits the build of the previous victims the best.” His heavy gaze rested on me. “What do you think?”

Like it was even a choice. “I’m in.”

Hotch nodded, accepting my answer. “Good. You’ll partner with Reid.”

“What?!” I squawked, much to my embarrassment. I cleared my throat before I continued. “But, Reid and I…I just thought Morgan would be the obvious choice.” Fuck, I’m just digging a bigger hole.

Morgan gave me an easy smile. “You’re just saying that because you wanna see my moves, little mama.”

Hotch cleared his throat, bringing our attention back. “Morgan is too intimidating; the unsub might not move in if he feels too threatened. You’ll go with Reid.” When he was met with silence he continued on, “alright, let’s get to work.”

And that is how I wound up in a club in Louisiana on a Friday night, in a tight black dress, with Spencer Reid beside me. After he walked into the club holding my hand. He doesn’t hold hands, I cringed internally at the thought. He must feel so uncomfortable.

He waved the bartender over, ordering a drink for me and a water for himself before turning to me. “I thought a drink would loosen you up a bit. You look nervous.”

I am nervous. “Right. Thanks.” I drummed my fingers on the bar, my gaze sweeping around the club for anyone who seemed out of place and especially creepy. Most lone men at clubs and bars were creepy, but we need especially creepy.

“Is that because you don’t think I can have your back?”

My head snapped back around. “What?”

Spencer paused to accept the drinks from the bartender, sliding him the money. “In the conference room. You seemed upset that Morgan wasn’t going to be your partner,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Is that because you think I wouldn’t have your back?”

Fuck. I blushed to the roots of my hair. “No, Spencer! God no! It’s not that, I know you’d have my back.” I took a sip of my drink before I said anything else. “It’s just that…you don’t seem to like me very much, and I know you have a thing about germs, and I thought maybe that’s why you didn’t like me.” I was babbling; I was absolutely babbling. “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s all. Morgan has never seemed uncomfortable around me, so…” I trailed off lamely.

The corners of his lips quirked up in amusement. “So, you didn’t want to partner with me on this because you didn’t want me to be uncomfortable?”

I nodded, fidgeting with the straw in my drink.

Spencer moved closer to me, his right hand coming to rest on the small of my back. He seemed as calm as he could be, meanwhile I suddenly had trouble breathing.

It’s for the case. He has to do this for the case. Calm down.

"What do my issues with germs have to do with this?" he wondered, leaning closer to me. I could feel his breath on my neck; my skin broke out in goosebumps.

Double fuck. “Well, we’re supposed to be…together. And you think I’m gross. What if you have to kiss me?” TRIPLE FUCK. “Not that we’d have to kiss,” I tried to backpedal. “But we might, you never know. And I just didn’t…I don’t want you to dislike me more than you do.”

The teasing smile slipped from his face, the fingers on my lower back flexing slightly. He regarded me with a tilt of his head. "You're serious?" At my shaky nod, he continued. "Y/n, I don't think you're gross."

“You don’t?” I squeaked.

He lifted his hand from my back then, sliding it up to my shoulder, his free hand moving from the bar to rest on my hip. Spencer brushed my hair back before he leaned forward. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I felt his lips touch the tender skin of my neck. My eyes fluttered shut, unable to suppress a gasp at the contact. Spencer Reid’s beautiful lips slid down to the place where my neck and shoulder met, then I felt his teeth nip the skin before he placed another kiss there. He worked his way back up towards my ear, the hand on my hip moving slightly so he was almost grabbing my ass. “I don’t think you’re gross,” he breathed, causing me to shudder. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Germs don’t bother me in that way, especially around people I know. I wouldn’t have a problem kissing you, baby.”

I was going to need new panties after this. Spencer Reid, awkward, sweet, Dr. Spencer Reid just called me Baby.

“…Oh.” Really, y/n. Oh; you went with oh?

The good doctor pulled back, his face close enough to mine that I could see that he had freckles under his eyes and that those beautiful eyes got more golden towards the center. "Oh."

Michael Watkins was the name of our unsub. He was a short white man with a receding hairline and a bad temper. His last relationship had ended 3 months before the first attack; Spencer was right to pick this bar. Shortly after he tried to make my pussy combust with his neck kisses, Reid suggested I walk to the bathroom, assuring me he’d be watching if anyone followed.

Watkins’ hand was in my hair, dragging me outside before I made it to the ladies’ room. I felt a jolt of fear as I struggled to escape, strands of hair being ripped from my head. I shouldn’t have worried, because no sooner had the outside door opened than I heard the velvety voice of Derek Morgan. “FBI! Put your hands where we can see them.”

He attempted to run. Why would anyone try to run from Derek Morgan?

After the medics confirmed I was okay, I was sent back to the hotel while the rest of the team went with the local police to book Watkins and try to get a full confession.

“Good work,” Hotch said, his hand clapping down on my shoulder.

The highest praise I’ll ever need.

I hopped into the shower right when I got back to my room, not wanting Watkins’ touch on me for a moment longer.

Spencer’s touch, however,…That was a touch I wouldn’t mind having on me. But he’d barely looked at me once he made it outside. I knew he was being affectionate in there because of the case, we were playing a role. I knew that. I still couldn’t stop the twinge of hurt I felt.

But he doesn’t think I’m gross. That had to count for something.

I had just got done blow drying my hair enough so that it wouldn’t look too crazy when I woke up when there was a knock on my door. Figuring it was Emily, I didn't consider the fact that I was in my pajamas, and my face was scrubbed free of makeup.

It wasn’t Emily. Spencer Reid stood on the other side of my door, his eyes running down my body before he met my bewildered stare again. “You look comfy,” he commented with that damn little smile on his lips again.

“Oh. Yeah. I took a shower.” Way to go, y/n, you’re really killing it tonight.

“I see that,” he said, his cheeks going a little bit pink. “Can I come in? I thought we should talk.” Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous?

I ushered him in, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the bottom edge of my bed; his body angled towards the headboard. I briefly debated about where to sit before I joined him. Don’t make it weird, y/n.

He cleared his throat before he began. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable tonight. I just wanted to make sure we got the guy.”

Right. “Oh, it’s okay, Spencer. I get it. I wasn’t uncomfortable.” I picked at the frayed edge of my sleep shorts, my eyes dropping so he didn’t see anything on my face that betrayed how I was feeling; you can’t be too careful around profilers.

His hand reached out to cover my own fidgeting hands, one of his hands covering both of mine. His hands were so big. His fingers were so long, the veins in his hands were so pronounced. I bet those fingers would feel really – FOCUS.

“I’m also sorry you thought I didn’t like you.” His thumb had started to move slowly over the back of my hand. “I do like you. I like you a lot, actually. I just…” I brought my gaze back up to meet his eyes. “I just get nervous sometimes.”

“You didn’t seem nervous in the club.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t nervous then because it was my job. I wasn’t worried about misreading a signal…doing the wrong thing…I’m not the best with social cues.” I had noticed that about him before. “But I am a really good profiler.” And he’s humble too, apparently.

“I know that you couldn’t fake your reaction to me in the club. Your breathing became quicker, I felt your pulse jump under my lips when they were on your neck. I saw how blown your pupils got." He shifted closer to me then, bringing his other hand up to push my hair behind my shoulder like he did earlier in the night. "Just like they are now."

He leaned closer to me, his voice was lower, and it made my stomach flutter. "You're clenching your thighs together, Y/n. Your shirt may be baggy, but I can see how hard your nipples are too." His tongue ran out to wet his lips. "If I'm wrong, just tell me now. If I've misread this, I will leave right now, and we can pretend this never happened." Spencer brought both his hands up to cradle my face; despite how wet my panties were, how tight my nipples are, how badly I wanted him to touch me, this gesture made me feel special. He was holding me like he actually cared about me like I was precious. "But, if I'm not wrong, and you want this too, Y/n, tell me. Tell me you want this too and I won't stop touching you until you scream my name."

I let out a soft whimper then. Like it’s a choice. “I want this,” I leaned into his touch. “Please, Spencer.”

His thumb brushed over my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. “Please, what, baby?”

“Kiss me.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than his lips were on mine. His lips were softer than I imagined, they were firm and almost…questioning. When I nipped at his bottom lip, something seemed to break free inside of him. His lips slanted over mine with a hunger I had never felt. His tongue ran over my bottom lip before I opened for him. Spencer’s tongue moved into my mouth while his hands moved; one hand moved back to grip my hair at the base of my skull, tugging firmly, the other moved down to my neck, not applying any pressure, just resting it there in a gesture that felt possessive.

The need for oxygen broke us apart, his lips moving across my cheek to my jaw, then down to my neck. “How could you think I didn’t like you?” he mumbled into my skin. “You have no idea what you do to me. None.”

I threw my head back when he sucked on my pulse point, a moan ripping from my throat. “W-what…what do I do?”

Pulling back from me, he gripped the bottom of my shirt, looking at me for consent before he pulled it over my head. His eyes were firmly on my chest, his lips parted, his breathing heavy. He pushed me down slowly on the bed; I was on my back and he was hovering over me. I felt his mouth place hot, wet, kisses from my collarbone down towards my breasts. His right hand landed on my breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over my nipple while his lips moved closer and closer to my left. I tangled my hands in his hair, urging him forward.

“You want to know what you do to me?” he raised his head slightly, making sure my eyes were on him when he flicked his tongue over my nipple, causing me to gasp. “What do you do to me in your little skirts, with your little smiles, and your little laughs?” He gave my nipple a sharp pinch. “You’re all I fucking think about, y/n.” With a growl, he finally took my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. He switched to the other breast while he adjusted himself over me, bringing his pelvis down to rest at the seam of my body between my thighs. I shifted restlessly under him, trying to grind my pussy against him. He was so fucking hard.

With a groan, he lifted his head and started kissing his way towards the middle of my chest, moving down to the curve of my stomach. “Do you know how many times I came back to my hotel room after spending all day with you and was so hard I had to cum before I could think of anything else?” he peppered kisses down my body as he spoke.

My eyes shot open at this confession that he seemed to think was no big deal. “What?” I couldn’t believe this. “You…you touched yourself and thought of…”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, taking my raised hips as an invitation to remove both from my body. "You. I thought of you." He threw my clothes on the floor, pulling my legs open. His eyes moved over all of me, his Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. “I thought about kissing you. About making you squirm for me.” He ran his fingers up and down my thighs, his mouth running slowly over my inner thighs. Spencer’s hands hooked around my upper thighs, moving me to where he wanted me. “But, most of all, I thought about this pretty pussy.” He placed a kiss on my clit, chuckling at the wanton moan that came from me and how my fingers tangled in his soft brown curls. “I thought about all the different ways I could make this pretty pussy cum all over me.” With that, he ran his tongue up my slit before flicking it over my clit.

Dr. Spencer Reid was good at everything, so of course, he was good at this too. His mouth moved over me, watching my reaction to see what I liked best. His tongue moved in circles around my clit before slipping down to my opening. His tongue plunged inside me, fucking me, while his thumb came over to rub my clit.

“Spence- fuck- Spencer, please.” My hips tried to shift restlessly, but his arms were iron bars holding me still. He slowly moved his left forearm to rest across my hips, bringing his right hand down to my throbbing pussy. He pulled his mouth away from me, much to my dismay. He pushed one finger, then another into me. My head thrashed wildly, and my thighs started to shake. “Spencer!”

He just smirked and curled his fingers, hitting the spot inside me that made everything in my body pulse. “What, baby?”

My breaths were coming in gasps, my voice was a needy whimper. “Make me cum, Spencer. Please, please make me cum.”

He needed no other encouragement. His fingers continued their steady thrust in and out of me while his mouth covered my clit again. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, then circling it before pulling it into his mouth, sucking lightly.

“Spencer.” I felt my orgasm rising. “Spencer don’t- don’t stop. I’m gonna cum, please make me cum.”

He kept his pace steady, sucking on my clit, moaning at my words. His eyes had been closed, but at that moment they opened and met mine. Then I felt his teeth ghost over my clit, I saw the want in his eyes. That was my undoing. My back arched, my mouth hung open in a silent scream. I heard myself say his name over and over again. Spencer pushed his fingers inside me, massaging me through the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. With one final kiss on my oversensitive clit, he withdrew his fingers, putting them into his mouth to suck my orgasm off of them.

He kissed back up my body, and I tried to respond, but I was still so shattered. I had never felt anything so powerful before. He cupped my face in one hand and kissed me slowly. I returned the kiss, moving my hands to the buttons of his shirt.

Spencer broke the kiss, pulling back to look at me again. “Hang on, baby.” His hand came up to still my own. “We can take a second. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

This beautiful man smiled at me then. I felt my heart flutter when he leaned down to pepper soft kisses along my jaw, his thumb coming up to wipe a tear that fell from the corner of my eye that I hadn’t even noticed.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that. He shifted to lay beside me, whispering reassurances to me while I came back down. This was just one of the ways that Spencer was so different from every other man. I didn't feel rushed, or pressured. I could feel how hard he still was, I could feel the tension in his body, but he simply kissed me while he cupped my jaw.

He made me feel…cherished.

I moved my hands to tangle in his hair again, deepening our kiss. He didn’t move my hands away when I started to work on the buttons of his shirt. The fire that I thought had been calmed by my orgasm had come roaring back. Spencer moved his hands to his belt while I finished with his shirt. His shirt came off, tossed in the same direction as my clothes. I pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, watching his cock spring free.

Everything about him was painfully beautiful. His angular cheekbones, the jaw that looked like it was carved from granite, even the toned muscles of his body. He had a small trail of hair that went down from his belly button to his groin. His cock laid against his stomach, the head glistening with precum.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, kneeling beside him, running my eyes over his body.

His soft hand came to grab mine, pulling it to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand, smiling softly at me.

I moved to straddle him, lower on his thighs. I took him in my hand, moving up and down, twisting my wrist as I neared the tip, swiping my thumb over his head.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Y/n, as much as I want you to do…whatever the fuck you want with me, I’m so close. I feel like I’m going to explode.” I bit into my bottom lip, unable to totally stop the smile spreading over my face. “Please, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He moved his hands to my hips, urging my body forward.

I raised up on my knees, taking him in my hand again, lining him up with my entrance. The tendons in his neck were strained, his fingers gripped my hips so hard I knew I was going to have bruises tomorrow. As I slowly started to sink down on his cock, Spencer let out the sexiest groan I had ever heard. His eyes were fixed where our bodies were joined, watching his dick slid deeper inside of me.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “You’re doing so good. Just a little bit more.”

He was so long, he wasn't overly thick, but just thick enough to cause a pleasurable stretching when he breached me that was almost painful. I gasped out a sound that might have been his name when he bottomed out inside me. I slowly circled my hips, adjusting to him. Spencer’s nails dug into my hips as he forced himself to stay still.

“Please move, y/n. Please. You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned as my walls fluttered around him. “Do you like it when I talk to you? Does that make your pretty pussy wetter?” He smirked at my whimper as I tightened around him.

I began at a slower pace, trying to tease him. Spencer quickly lost patience with that; he thrust his hips upwards, meeting my movements, his hands pushing me down onto him. I leaned forward, bracing on hand on his shoulder, the other on the bed. He pounded into me while I tried to match his pace. Spencer’s hand moved from my hip up to wrap around my throat. I nodded, forcing my eyes to stay open as he moved inside me.

His fingers squeezed slightly, pulling my face closer to his. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss. My thighs burned from matching his movements. “You feel so fucking good, y/n.” His grip on my neck tightened ever so slightly, which only heightened my arousal. “I want to feel you cum on my cock. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

He flipped us over quickly, never pulling completely out of me. Spencer moved to push my legs further apart, the change in angle allowing him to fill me deeper than I thought possible. His hair was sticking to his brow, his cheeks were flushed, his breathing erratic. He was the most fucking beautiful thing I had ever seen.

One hand held my leg, the other went down to my pussy, his thumb moving over my clit at a rapid pace. “Tell me what you need, Pretty Girl. Tell me how to make this pretty pussy cum all over me.”

I whined at his words. “Spencer, I-“ my voice broke off. I was so fucking close. "I need you." He seemed to understand my broken plea. He brought his body down, his chest flush against mine. He rocked into me at such a fast and hard pace. His hand still in between us rubbing circles around my clit.

I felt his lips ghost over my ear. “I want to fucking hear you, y/n.” His speed increased, his thrust getting choppier. He was close. “I want this whole fucking town to hear what you sound like when I make you cum. When you cream all over my dick, I want you to scream my name.” With that, he moved his mouth down my neck. He bit the same tender area he had kissed in the club, where my neck met my shoulder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, Spencer!" I felt myself begin to splinter apart. “Please make me cum, fuck please.” My babbling finally broke as my orgasm tore through me. I couldn’t hear his deep groan when I came, my scream was too loud. I felt the vibration against my neck. It was only as I started to float down that I realized my nails were dug into his back. With a few last thrust and my name on his lips, I felt Spencer pulse, cumming inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes, just breathing before he rolled off of me. I felt overwhelmed, so I was relieved when he tugged me over to him. He wrapped his arm around me when I laid my head on his chest. I felt his lips on my forehead. “It’s very important for women to urinate after sexual intercourse to avoid UTIs, but you have another minute or so before that becomes more urgent.”

I couldn’t control my laugh at his comment. "Thanks, Doc." I kissed his chest. "Only you could make me cum so hard I almost blackout, then go back to being…you." I slowly untangled myself from him, going to the bathroom to handle business. When I returned, I found Spencer where I left him, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, one hand resting behind his head, the other over his heart. He looked so lost in that moment.

“Spencer?” I asked, crawling on to the bed. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t pretend that something wasn’t bothering him. “When you said that I just go back to being me…Do you not like that?”

My heart broke a tiny bit at the question. “Spencer, no! I love that! I love your little facts and statistics!” How did he not know that? “The best part of my day is listening to you talk. Just being with you is wonderful.” I cupped his face, bringing his gaze to mine. “Sure, I like what we just did; but I liked you before that. I want both.” Fuck. “Assuming you want me,” I rambled quickly. “This doesn’t have to mean anything, I know that it doesn’t always-“

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine in the sweetest kiss I had ever felt. It was filled with hope and promise and…Spencer.

“It means everything to me, Y/n.”

I didn’t see the rest of the team until the next morning when we all boarded the jet; I was so ready to go home. I personally didn’t think anything appeared that different. Spencer sat beside me on the couch, but that wasn’t weird…right? We were just co-workers, sitting beside each other super casually. Had we spent most of last night and a little bit of this morning screwing each other’s brains out? Certainly. But you couldn’t see that…right?

Morgan’s chuckle is what confirmed I was so wrong. “Hey, y/l/n,” he called, smiling so hard it looked like his face would split from his amusement. “You missed a spot.” He pointed towards his own neck.

There was a beat of silence before Hotch snorted. SSA Aaron Hotchner, the man who never found anything funny was laughing at me.

I felt myself turn tomato red, angling my body towards Spencer’s, burying my head against his shoulder, away from the rest of the team.

“I bet you’re glad pretty boy was your partner now, huh?”

I may have wanted to melt into the floor in embarrassment, but it was sort of worth it to see the blush on Spencer’s cheeks.

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #Dr Reid #Spencer reid fic #Spencer reid smut #dr spencer reid smut #dr spencer reid fics #criminal minds #criminal minds fan fic #criminal minds smut #Spencer reid x you #Spencer reid x reader #Spencer reid x y/n

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killerskillercaptain · 3 years ago

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Applause

pairing : Levi Ackerman x Reader

wc : 1.8 k

themes : the ceremony honoring Levi's squad (including you) after the reclaim of Shiganshina went wrong, angst, hurt, comfort.

warnings : angst and hate

A soft light drenched your silhouette standing in front of the mirror. Inspecting yourself, you flatted out any crease on your long army jacket while arranging the collar of your shirt. You stood there staring at the image reflected to you : you looked put together, but your face still reminded you of everything that happened just days ago. Retaking Shiganshina didn't feel like a victory at all. With all that was lost, there was no praise, no glory, no nothing, only a bitter sweet sense of accomplishment, more torturing than satisfying.

You looked at the bags under your eyes, at the cuts lacerating the side of your face, even though you've been granted enough sleep and medical care to recover, you were still exhausted, and you could still see that dark cloud veiling your eyes, images of hell still flashing in front of you.

You heard a small knock on the door of the quarters you have been assigned to. It was time to go, the ceremony was about to start.

You shouted a weak but audible "yes" before heading out of the room. When you opened the wooden door , you were met by two even more tired eyes.

Levi

"They're waiting for us"

You walked side by side in the sumptuous corridors, you were in the capital and inside this part of the walls, everything looked so lavish that you felt out of place. You didn't exchange any word for a long moment until Levi broke the silence by asking if you were able to rest.

"Not really no"

By the way he stayed silence after you answered his question, you understood that it was the same for him.

The reason you weren't able to rest was the anticipation, no, the dread you felt in regards to this ceremony. With the suicidal charge Erwin commended causing the death of so many soldiers, both young and older ones, all of you who had survived this, felt sick to your stomach, you were all eaten by a sentiment that vastly resembled guilt. You, the rest of Levi's squad and Levi himself being the ones always coming back alive started to sound like a bad sonata to the ears of the population, they would rather see their sons, daughters, cousins and husbands coming back rather then the ones who always manages to make it, so eventually, you were expecting the worst to come out of this ceremony, and you felt that this honoring event was gonna put you all on an unwelcoming spotlight.

Approaching the great doors of the ceremonial chamber, all of you hesitated to to enter as the guards invited you in.

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You were totally right, the moment the heavy and palatial looking doors opened to welcome you, you were met by very concerned looks. Soldiers and other various members as well as government big heads were undressing you with disapprobation, you felt your heart tighten, all of you already felt horrible enough that you cursed those blaming looks for adding more weight to your already busted shoulders.

Levi's name was called first to be given his medal, impassive as usual, Levi climbed up the stairs to where Historia stood solemnly, each one of his steps followed by a horrible comment directed at him, sometimes in a low voice, sometimes not.

"How come they're always the one coming back"

"Yeah, nothing ever happens to them how come ?"

"I bet they throw the young recruits and the less competent ones right into the titans mouths so they can protect their lives"

"I guess they don't put their lives on the line so much to be able to always come back in one piece".

"This is Levi, he can take on anything, heh, must be nice to be invincible"

Some of the comments being whispered were down right nasty and they were all directed to Levi.

Of all the people, the captain was the one to whom was directed the messiest of remarks. Everyone knew he was the strongest soldier alive, and they hated him for this exact same reason.

Seeing how Levi manages to stay composed and be able to dismiss these comments made your heart ache, you realized he must have heard them so many times to be able to ignore them like this. You knew the captain, you knew that he actually cared but had to learn not to, you felt bad realizing that this became familiar to him.

You felt so bad for the fallen ones, your heart was still mourning them to this instant but you couldn't possibly describe how gut wrenching you felt seeing Levi having to bear all the weight of the culpability people unrightfully put on him.

You clenched your fists, closed your eyes and told yourself that it was going to pass, like all the other times.

You haven't been this targeted by hate yourself, but now you were put on this unwanted pedestal and everyone could see who were the usual lucky ones, and you could feel yourself being put on the the condemning spot as it was your turn to be called and climb those cursed stairs.

You kneeled before Historia, feeling her hands ghost over your head as she put and secured the medal around your neck, repeating the same careful but solemn gestures for the second time.

"They don't deserve the medals !" shouted a particularly angry red haired youngster.

More whispers could be heard now from different parts of the ceremonial room, enough to fill the spacious chamber. Small groups started forming, their chatter was now all you could distinguish. Some were agreeing while others were quizzical, you could hear the people's subtle judgements but all you could feel was your hands becoming sweaty and an incredibly uncomfortable heat, filling your head. You already felt bad enough, you already felt undeserving enough, you already felt guilty enough, why did they have to be so-

do they not know what war is like ?

"This Arlert recruit shouldn't have been the one to be saved ! Levi's duty should have been to keep the commander alive !" spat the red-haired young man, emotion seemingly making his blood boil.

You could only stand where you were at the top of the stairs, looking at this seemingly unsatisfied and outraged human, making you doubt every single choice you made back there, you wrapped your hand over the medal holding it tightly, trying to ground yourself.

"Enough !"

It was Levi who spoke this time, putting a hand over the boy's shoulder, understanding yet firm enough for the young soldier to turn around and face the shorter man.

"A lot of tough decisions had to be made back there, if there's anyone who wants Erwin to be present with us today more than anyone, it's me."

You felt yourself trembling listening to the captain instill some sense of understanding to the soldier who seemed to try and contain his rage, even if he didn't look convinced with Levi's words. He seemed to have already judged you all as guilty.

"It wasn't an easy choice to choose Armin, it was an even harder decision to let Erwin go, but his woman out there, you say she doesn't deserve that medal, maybe, maybe none of us do, but she and all the others faced hell back in Shiganshina and had to make the toughest of choices. You're still young, but if you ever make it, you will be met with the same inconceivable decisions we did, so the least you could do is show some respect."

Levi ended his speech with a firm tone that made everyone observe a ponderous silence and just like that, every person in the room understood that the talk was over.

Soon everyone made their way to the great halls, you were informed by some subordinates that honorary soldiers would be awaited at the great dinning hall, this news made Jean and Connie start chatting vigorously about how this was the least they could do for them, both of them trying to cheer Armin up, the poor boy looked beaten down and quite affected by the guilt tripping going on in there some minutes ago.

He wasn't the only one affected by what happened in the ceremonial room, you were still trying to calm your beating heart and your pounding head, still feeling quite light-headed. The crowd, the heat, the mischievous and unforgiving gossiping, even though the ceremonial chamber was one of the largest space you've seen, you felt almost claustrophobic in there, surrounded by so many people who blamed you all for getting a chance to live longer. Your already blood-shot eyes were all watery, they stared watering when the ceremony got interrupted and you could swear Levi noticed it when you were heading towards the halls because he kept looking at you directly

"I'll be back, i'll go breathe some fresh air outside" you waved at Jean, Connie, Armin and the others, Levi had long disappeared from your view and you didn't see which direction he went so you assumed he was with Hange.

You turned around and took the opposite direction of the hall, where there were two massive gates. They were opened on an incredibly well maintained garden. When you sat foot on the marbled path you were met with gigantic and well kept trees, all sorts of trees, with even more gigantic walls guarding the property. Each wall had an impressive amount of lush greenery drapped all over them.

You walked to the wall that was the further away from the gates and stood there, your back against it. And right there, once you were sure no one would observe you, you let it all out. Within seconds, you felt heavy damp pearls making their way through your burning cheeks before landing everywhere, your shirt, your jacket, your leather boots, the soil beneath you. You weeped silently, your head suddenly empty from being too crammed seconds ago. You were ready to weep some more if it wasn't for a light touch that brushed you.

Levi was standing by your side looking at your burnt cheeks, swollen lips and red eyes.

"Don't let it get to you" he said.

"Your guilt doesn't justify their anger" he added, resting against the wall. "Yes they're angry, that's what wars do, they stir anger, pain and resentment. Everything humans don't like to be reminded of"

"Let's honor their death with the decisions we will make" he added putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, at which your heart fluttered a bit to your own surprise.

He pushed himself off the wall, hands in his pockets and headed for the gates as the familiar smell of food being cooked started filling the air, only here, even the food smelled expensive. You followed Levi into the hall, walking by his side as he silently invited you to. Heading for the dinning hall, you felt a great amount of solace being in his presence, and right now, he would never know how thankful you were to have each other's shoulders to lean on when the whole world was up against you two.

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ruffboijuliaburnsides · 4 years ago

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Female Geralt AU

So I wanted to clean up this AU meme response for reasons, including the fact that I really like it but I churned out the original in like 15 minutes and needed more than 5 bullet points lbr. So until this actually gets turned into the fic I want it to be, here it is, a little nicer than it was before. 💜

1. No one ever tells Geralt he doesn’t have to be 100% exactly what people expect. He lives for years just… responding. He’s a monster because people expect a monster. He’s a tool because people expect a tool. He’s emotionless because people expect him to be emotionless. He’s a man because people expect him to be a man. It's not much of a life, perhaps, but he gets by, and he doesn't get killed by an angry mob or a monster, and that's the most a witcher can hope for

1a. Until he meets a bard in Posada

2. Jaskier is a bubbly, busty, ridiculous breath of fresh air. She's technically the daughter of an earl, but not set to inherit; Kerack is so picky about it being the eldest son who inherits, and she's never been anyone's son, so she’s not a viscountess, just the daughter of some nobleman who thinks himself far more important than fourth generation nobility from a tiny backwater kingdom could ever be. But she plays the lute like a dream, and her voice is sweet and chiming and clear when she sings, and her laugh is bold and loud and could make your ears ring, and her smile is infectious and wide. Geralt can’t let her travel alone, she’s too soft, too vulnerable, too easy a target when she always wears such pretty frocks and braids flowers in her hair.

2a. He can't let her swan into his life like sunshine and safe harbor and then just leave again, not that he'll admit it.

3. From that first day she fawns over Geralt in a way he understands means flirting, means fondness, means attraction, but he can’t imagine sullying her with his hands, his mouth, his co– his body. So he says and does nothing, just lets her write songs about his heroism and bravery, lets the slow shift of opinion catch him by surprise, lets her put a hand on his chest and push him back down into his seat with a vicious smile when someone accuses her of being a witcher’s whore, at which point she generally tends to grab a bottle or a metal serving tray or a chair and absolutely go to town on the person in question.

3a. Jaskier was never soft and vulnerable when faced with people who were a threat. She always seemed to be soft and vulnerable around Geralt. He decides very firmly that he won't think about it. (He fails.)

4. They go along quite happily for years, surviving all sorts of trouble, shockingly little of it actually caused by Jaskier herself. Eventually, of course, Geralt gets cursed, because it's sort of inevitable it would happen eventually. It’s supposed to be humiliating, being turned into a woman, meant to drive him to misery and shame, but it’s not. It’s strange, but comfortable. He's still himself, just with leaner muscles, softer features. His voice is still low and gravely, yet higher and softer than it had been before. His angles are still sharp and hard, but with just the tiniest bit of softness. Just a bit.

5. Jaskier fusses initially, and Geralt can’t understand why her heart is pounding so hard until he smells a familiar sort of sweetness on the air and realizes that the bard is flustered. She's actually attracted to the woman’s form he’s currently filling, in a way she never quite is for his usual form. He should be worried about getting the curse broken, but instead he finds himself wondering if the curse may be permanent.

6. Jaskier asks if he’s all right, in a soft, worried voice, if he’s upset or needs to talk or needs anything. Geralt doesn’t answer for nearly three hours, simply lets Jaskier's nervous chatter wash over him as they find a good campsite and set about getting settled. He knows he's worrying her, not saying anything, but she clearly thinks he's forgotten the questions until he asks, so fucking carefully and uncertainly, if she minds him being shaped this way. And Jaskier frowns, and Geralt thinks that maybe it was a horrible mistake to ask, but then Jaskier's expression clears with realization, and she smiles as bright as the sun and says, “Whatever form you want to come in, you are still my Geralt, and still my witcher. I will always adore you.”

6a. (they’ve never said love, can't quite admit to loving each other in such a way, but adore is fine, somehow. Adore could be something less and different than love, could be an aesthetic, could be the drive for adventure, could be desperate friendship. It is love, of course, but they don’t have to acknowledge it just yet.)

7. They find a witch, just to make sure there's no other parts of the curse they haven't run into yet. Instead of any of the increasingly unlikely outcomes Jaskier's come up with as they traveled, the mage verifies that there are no traps or hidden triggers she can find. Then she tells them it’s permanent unless removed, and says she can do it for very little fee.

7a. Geralt looks down at Jaskier, the bright ember of sunlight who's made her home in Geralt's heart, who is beaming up at him encouragingly. Geralt smiles; Jaskier's own grin always had been infectious.

7b. “No,” he– she tells the witch, lacing her fingers together with Jaskier’s, reveling in the startled and blindingly brilliant smile the little bard gives her. “I think I’ll keep it.”

8. She remains the most fearsome Wolf in the world, of course. She grows her hair out further. Jaskier braids it down her back - generally utilitarian and secure - but always always always tucks at least one flower into it.

9. They don't live happily ever after, but they do live happily most of the time.

#the witcher #geralt #jaskier #geraskier #fem geralt #trans geralt #fem jaskier #my fic

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angstsfordays · 4 years ago

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Beautiful Pain

The Falcon And The Winter Soldier (TFATWS) Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.3k

Prologue

Summary: Post-blip, you started to feel lost when most of the Avengers team are gone. Coping with your loss, you still find hope in the connection with your remaining friends. However, it is not easy as everyone is trying to figure their lives after the blip.

Having a long history with Bucky ever since you both saved each other from Hydra, you were still glad you had Bucky after all this time. However, as you try to give Bucky space to find himself after being pardoned for his past, you start to wonder if you should ever cross the line of friendship before it’s too late.

That thought might have to be put on hold though, when you, Sam and Bucky find yourselves having to deal with threats that continue to rise in a post-blip world.

Notes: This series is based on the Disney+ series with my own interpretation as I include my OC in it. A bit late in the game, but I am back after surviving the whole of last year and now closing into graduation! When I knew that this series was out, I knew it was my chance to make a comeback here!

This is a prologue to give background on the OC. Also, you will get some insight into her history and relationship with Bucky before TFATWS.

Please enjoy and leave a like, reblog or comment to let me know what you think! 💖

This is also the unofficial series masterlist:

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Wakanda, 5 years ago

“Hey, I just fed you!” Your brows furrowed in frustration as the little runt of a goat continuously followed you to nip on your loose cotton pants.

You could hear a chuckle from the corner when Bucky came into your view. He was carrying a large sack of fertilizer that was to be used for your edible garden.

The frown on your face slowly curved upwards when you see the beautiful smile on his face. How can a single smile make your heart stop and beat wildly at the same time?

You quickly walked over to where he was, looking at how he bent over to set down the sack before flashing you another heart-stopping smile. From that moment, you only wished to always see him being this happy.

“Steve just wants you to pay attention to him.” Your lips quirked when you thought about how he had decided to name an annoying goat after his best pal.

“Can’t blame him when there’s a pretty girl around.” He continued before he proceeded to open the sack.

You did not know to respond to his compliment but you knew that you shouldn’t think more of it. Steve had told you before of how Bucky was like in the past before everything horrible that happened to him. How he was such a charmer with the ladies.

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You wouldn’t have expected it, especially when you met him for the first time. When your powers first revealed themselves in an accident while you were barely a teenager, you found yourself panicking at what was happening to you.

You started finding yourself on the run from Hydra before S.H.I.E.L.D got to you. Taken under Coulson’s wing, you were only supposed to be an asset under close surveillance so that you would not fall into the wrong hands. When you became a young adult, you signed up to be an agent seeing how Coulson was close to you like a father. You wanted to follow in his footsteps to help the world become a better place.

However, given the fact that powers make you a target for Hydra, Director Fury asked you to keep your powers on the down-low. You weren’t allowed to use them in front of others and it was a kept secret amongst the higher-ups.

That all changed when the Avengers initiative was founded. You refused the title but accepted the offer to be part of the team. You once again find yourself at the hands of Hydra once it was revealed that S.H.I.E.L.D was infiltrated from the inside.

You unexpectedly got kidnapped in the mess. When you met Alexander Pierce, you were promised to become an asset to Hydra whether you were willing or not. That’s when you first met Bucky.

You didn’t recognise him at first but the photos that Steve had shown you coupled with the ones you saw in the museum allowed you to fit the pieces together. You still remembered his expression when you first called him by his real name. He didn’t get it at first before you started shouting his full name. That earned you a slap from Pierce himself before he got Rumlow to haul you back into a cell.

As time passed in a blur, the last thing you expected was Bucky breaking you out of your cell and the two of you escaped together. You two stuck like glue throughout the entire time in Romania before he got involved in a crime he didn’t commit.

You fought for him and revealed your powers publicly for the first time. While he and Steve managed to escape, you were arrested for choosing the wrong side and being deemed a threat to global security.

Fast forward, you were brought to Wakanda with Bucky and Steve trusted you to take care of his best pal while he continued to be on the run.

Here you are now, living on a farm with Bucky ever since his programming has been removed. Even though Steve is his best pal, Bucky still feels a distance between him and Steve. They had been separated for more than 70 years after all.

While Steve had only the best intentions for him, Bucky knew he could never be the same old person he was before Hydra happened. Bucky felt like you were the only one who accepts him for who he truly is.

A broken man still trying to recover from his dark past. A man who will never be the same.

You never expected him to become someone else, but only embraced him for who he is. He was grateful that you were always patient with him when he fell into his terrible moods from the aftermath of his nightmares. Bucky felt even more blessed when he saw how you always make him smile and laugh more, reminding him that he is not truly alone and that you were someone he could depend on.

Bucky still feels like it is a dream that he now has you by his side. Who knew that the S.H.I.E.L.D agent that had been planned to become another fist of Hydra alongside him would be the closest person he had now?

The two of you shared more similarities than you realised. Both of you had dreamed of the day you two can stop fighting. Being exposed to the real world since you were a young teen, you started growing weary of it all. You had hoped to find yourself in social work once you retired from this life of constant fighting. Bucky didn’t have any plans for himself for the future but he always hoped you would still be willing to be there beside him.

It seemed easy to define your relationship, right? You two were definitely friends. Confidants, perhaps? There was a constant gnawing feeling in your gut if you two could ever be more. Your feelings for Bucky became stronger with the time you two spent together, but you weren’t sure if it was only because he has been the only constant in your life for the last five years.

While the two of you had your close moments, Bucky never gave the hint that it could allude to more. You weren’t super keen to ruin your friendship either. Bucky has become someone so important in your life that you did not want to lose him. There was no way you want to change anything even if it meant suppressing the growing feelings you had for him.

The thoughts in your head were suddenly interrupted when you hear people approaching. Turning back, you saw King T’Challa and Okoye approaching with more soldiers following behind carrying a case. Bucky stopped his current actions and the two of you proceeded to walk closer to where they stood. You could see the change in his demeanour when the two of you approached closer and saw the case to reveal a new metal arm- specifically Vibranium.

It was a moment of silence as everyone exchanged looks before Bucky spoke.

“Where’s the fight?” You could hear the dread in his voice. Your heart fell at his crestfallen expression, empathising with what he was feeling.

King T’Challa was not oblivious to it either but proceeded to give his response. “On its way.”

You didn’t realise you were holding your breath all this time until you let out an exhale. Looking over to see Bucky with a conflicted expression, your hand reached out to place your hands gently on Bucky’s left shoulder and gave a soft reassuring pat.

You mustered a brave front and showed him a reassuring smile.

“We will get through this together, Buck. As always.” Hoping your words would make him feel better, you were relieved when he returned a smile back at you.

Seeing your optimism no matter the circumstances (especially when the world might potentially come to an end), Bucky Barnes felt like he could do anything as long you were by his side.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x you #tfatws #thefalconandthewintersoldier #angstsfordays #beautiful pain #marvel fanfiction

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