#i fully know why its happening we had a storm pass through

[sinsofsinister]

having an chronic illness / chronic pain issue that fluctuates is truly a wild experience bc sometimes ill have really good days where i end up questioning if im actually sick and maybe im just lying about it or something and then i have flare ups like today where daring to bend my fingers or lifting a can of coke hurts too fucking much and then i remember that that's not regular actually

[gay-dorito-dust]

I can totally see stan and his spouse trying to domestic a raccoon they randomly found

You were the living room when you heard Stan tussle with something outside after hearing something range through your trash. He was cursing up a storm for certain that you were glad that Ford had taken Dipper and Mabel out for the day for a lesson in the dangers of fae traps.

Once the tussling was over you fully expected him to come back into the shack, trusted broom in hand, complaining to you about how another blonde haired and blue eyed beautiful man was eating out of the trash cans…again; but when you moved from Stan’s recliner to greet him, you saw that not only was he in a worse state, he also wasn’t alone as hanging from his arm was a trash covered raccoon.

‘So I see you found the culprit to all that noise.’ You commented as you walked towards Stan with a smile, ‘and what a cutie they are! Oh yes you are!’ You cooed as you quickly took the raccoon from biting Stan’s arm and into your own as though you were swaddling a newborn baby, smiling down at it as the raccoon only looked back up at you with its dark eyes.

Stan, more than use to your urge to adopt and care for even the wildest of animals, walked up behind you and looked down at the raccoon over your shoulder. ‘He’s only the second cutest thing you’ve ever seen besides me, right?’ He asked and you only kissed his cheek before burrowing your head into his neck. ‘Of course you are Stanley.’ You reassured him softly before adding, ‘what shall we name this little guy?’

‘Little shit.’ Stan answered immediately but you playfully slapped his chest.

‘We can’t call him that! We have kids in the house remember!’ You chided him gently as you felt the raccoon grow restless in your arms, looking for a way to break out and escape from his weird human captors. ‘How about bandit?’ You then said and Stan stayed quiet for a bit as he mulled over the name in his head before smiling and kissing your cheek. ‘You’re a genius doll face! Bandit Pines welcome to the family!’ He exclaimed as he reached a hand down to affectionately scratch the raccoon on the stomach, only for the raccoon to chomp down on his finger, causing Stanley to let out a pained yell.

‘Ow!’

‘Bandit!’ You scolded and the raccoon immediately looked at you with wide eyes and flattened ears, ‘that’s not very nice, apologise to your father!’ You then held the raccoon up to Stan’s face. At first the raccoon didn’t do anything other stare at Stan, who was staring right back at him, but soon reached his little paws out to press against Stanley’s cheeks as Bandit sniffed and then licked his nose and forehead, making him chuckle at the tickling sensation.

‘Apology accepted little rascal.’ Stan said as he scratched Bandit behind the ear with his good hand, ‘but we should probably get Ford’s first aid kid and sort this bite out before it gets worse.’ Stan adds as he shows you his injured finger and you winced. ‘You’re right, we should get that patched up.’ You agreed though not before settling bandit down on Stan’s recliner and giving the raccoon a stern look.

‘You stay here while I take care of your father, then after I’m done it’s time we give you a bath, okay?’ You smiled but the second the raccoon was set down on the recliner, it bolted off of it and ran out of the door the second Ford had opened it, scaring him and the twins as they hide behind their Grunkle as bandit escaped into the woods nearby; You and Stan probably should’ve suspected that this would happen really but there was a reason why you were together, and seemingly adopting wild animals was your favourite pass time together when bored.

Ford sighed in exasperation as he looked at you and Stan’s still figures as you both looked back at him as though he had caught you both eating Dipper and Mabel’s summerween candy stash. ‘Again?’ He asked as you and Stan only shrugged your shoulders, thinking that what Ford had just seen was all he needed to know to get the full context of what had happened, you and Stan tried to domestic a raccoon and it didn’t work.

‘They’re wild animals for a reason, you can’t just file down their claws and fangs and not expect them to retaliate within their nature.’ Ford continues as he sent the kids up to their room to prevent them from seeing him scold their Grunkle and Great aunt/ uncle for the fourth time that week.

‘But we have waddles.’ You countered and Stan made a noise of agreement.

‘Fair point but you did just try to adopt a raccoon, you do know that right?’ Ford asked, severely questioning yours and his brother’s intellect for thinking that domesticating such a thing was even possible. You pouted. ‘He wasn’t just a raccoon, he was our son…for five minutes.’

‘I don’t like you disrespecting our son of five minutes pointdexter.’ Stan added on as he held you in his arms.

Ford couldn’t begin to comprehend anything that he was hearing and just walked out of the room in disbelief, his family was weird, but he was one to judge when he made a kissing robot in highschool for practice, full on incinerated his own face when he needs a shave, and tried to keep a three eyed crow he once found out of curiosity.

[nameless-ken]

I LOVE YOUR WORK DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO DO THIS ITS JUST BEEN ROTTING IN MY BRAIN-Idk what the weather in your area is like- but I live in the Midwest and I imagine the first time Billy and reader are hanging out and the tornado sirens go off and he low key freaks out. Reader is unphased and standing on the porch calmly because reader is used to this and they are probably fine but Billy? He is scared shitless and confused why reader isn’t freaking out?! Billy would say “why are you standing on the porch!? Are you out of your fucking mind the sirens are going off we need to get downstairs! Oh my gosh this town is fucking crazy! Standing on the porch during storms” and maybe the roles are reversed when he eventually takes reader to California and she freaks out over an earth quake and he is unphased this time

I actually live in Indiana so I'm fully aware of that kind of weather (we actually had some tornados a couple weeks ago). Hope you like this, it was fun to write!

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Weathering The Storm

You and Billy are hanging out on the steps at his place in Hawkins when suddenly the wail of tornado sirens pierces the air. You barely bat an eyelash, accustomed to the erratic weather patterns of this town. But Billy? He's practically jumping out of his skin.

"What the hell?" Billy's voice cracks with fear. "Why are you just standing there? We need to get down to the basement, now!"

You remain calm, unperturbed by the blaring sirens. "Relax, Billy," you say, your voice steady. "This happens all the time around here. We're fine on the porch. The wind is barely picking up.” You pass him the shared cigarette but he doesn’t take it. 

Billy isn't convinced. He starts pacing back and forth, his eyes wide with panic. "This town is insane," he mutters under his breath. "Standing out here like nothing's wrong."

You watch as he frantically gestures towards the door, urging you to seek shelter. It's clear he's not used to the unpredictability of Hawkins.

You can feel the tension radiating off Billy as he paces, his agitation palpable. You take a drag from the cigarette, the cherry glowing faintly in the dim light. "Seriously, Billy," you try to reassure him, "it's not as bad as it sounds. We've been through worse storms than this."

But Billy's nerves are frayed, his gaze darting nervously towards the sky. "I don't care," he snaps, his voice edged with panic. "I'm not risking it. We need to get to a safe place."

You sigh, knowing there's no reasoning with him when he's like this. Reluctantly, you stub out the cigarette and follow him inside, the sound of the sirens still echoing in the distance.

As you descend into the basement, Billy's fear subsides slightly but are replaced by a tense sort of resolve. You find a corner to hunker down in, surrounded by shelves of old junk and dust-covered boxes.

The minutes tick by slowly, the only sound the distant rumble of thunder. Eventually, the sirens fall silent, signaling that the danger has passed. You glance over at Billy, who looks visibly relieved but still on edge.

"See?" you say, trying to lighten the mood. "Nothing to worry about."

But Billy doesn't respond, his gaze fixed on something in the corner of the room. You follow his line of sight and freeze as you see it—a small, makeshift shelter, stocked with supplies and blankets. It's clear that Billy's fear isn't just a result of the storm—it's something deeper, something rooted in his past.

You reach out a hand to comfort him, but he pulls away, his expression unreadable. And as the storm rages on outside, you can't help but wonder what other demons lurk beneath the surface of Hawkins—and within the heart of Billy Hargrove.

Fast forward to a year later. You find yourselves in California, and suddenly the ground beneath you begins to tremble. Panic sets in as you realize it's an earthquake. You grab onto Billy, your heart racing.

"Shit," you exclaim, your voice trembling. "What do we do?!"

But Billy remains surprisingly calm, his expression unchanged. "Relax," he says, steadying you with a reassuring hand. "It's just an earthquake. We're safe here."

You can't help but feel a pang of irony as the roles reverse. Now it's you who's freaking out while Billy remains unfazed, a stark contrast to the events back in Hawkins.

You cling to Billy's arm, your heart pounding in your chest as the ground continues to shake beneath you. Everything around you rattles and sways, and for a moment, you feel completely helpless.

"Are you sure?" you ask, your voice quivering. "What if it gets worse?"

But Billy's calm demeanor remains steadfast. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around you protectively. "Trust me," he says, his voice steady. "We'll be okay. Just stay close to me."

Reluctantly, you nod, trying to steady your breathing as the tremors gradually subside. As the initial panic begins to fade, you realize just how different this experience is from the storms back in Hawkins. There's a sense of inevitability to earthquakes, a reminder of the raw power of nature that no amount of preparation can fully mitigate.

Once the shaking finally stops, you release a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering unease. Billy pulls you into a tight embrace, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos.

"Thanks," you murmur, grateful for his calm reassurance.

Billy gives you a small smile, his eyes soft with understanding. "Anytime," he says, his voice warm. "We'll always get through these things together." He pecks your lips affectionately. 

And as you stand there, surrounded by the aftermath of the earthquake, you realize that while the roles may have reversed, your bond with Billy remains as steady as ever—a source of strength in the face of whatever challenges lie ahead.

[haenypages]

A Heart Of Steel

Assassin! Lucerys Velaryon x Targaryen! Reader

Summary: Before the incident, Lucerys and the youngest daughter of Viserys & Alicent were secretly dating. Now he has come to seek revenge upon her, thinking she was the cause of his near death.

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: blood, fluff, angst, minor spoilers of Aegon & Aemond in S2 based on the book

Reader's POV

It was all a misunderstanding. I did not expose nor betray Lucerys' location to Aemond. I have no notion of how he ended up alive and the fact that he joined an assassin guild to learn the ways of killing just to take avenge for himself.

I wept for him everyday thinking that he was dead in the hands of my brother, or rather his dragon until this very moment, after nearly one year in which The Dance of the Dragons has entered into an intense stage.

This is definitely not the Lucerys Velaryon I've known. The sweet dragon prince as if straight out of the folk tales was gone. It was the hour of the wolf. I'm heading back to my bedchamber in the Red Keep when I saw a figure in a shadowy corner, another figure that I reckoned a sentinel lying on the bloodstained floor, motionless. Dead.

The hooded figure slowly approached from the shadow and abruptly I gaped in disbelief, not trusting the face I saw under the hood. "Luke." I whispered, knowing him from his scent and form although his gait has changed from stiff to seemingly nonchalant.

I wanted to run to him, embrace him until I saw a glint of iron in one hand and an impassive face. "What are you doing here?" I involuntarily backed a step. Silence. No response. His slow creeping started to turn into a walk. That's when my mind tells me to flee, so I did what it's told.

"I'm going to kill you, dārilaros (princess)!" he said without preamble. He ran after me. "What why- I don't understand!" Panting heavily, trying to find anyone in the hallway for help while trying to further the gap between Luke. "You knew exactly why! You'd told Aemond that I'm at Storm's End."

Luke acquired a throwing knife from the inside of his boots. It whistled past me, making a gash at my arm, blood trickled from it. I resorted to yelling since there was no one I could see, my sprint slowed gradually and he was increasing.

He's closing our gap! I'm about to veer around another corridor until I feel a hand clasping around my wrist firmly and another clamping over my mouth. My screams were muffled. Without thinking, I bit into the hand that covers my mouth, drawing droplets of blood.

The hand let go, the dagger releasing an audible clunk when it hits the stone floor. Lucerys hissed in frustration. The sound has drawn its attention. Voices! Footsteps! Someone is coming this way!

"HEL-" Lucerys pushed me against the wall, causing me a concussion before I could fully utter the words. Stars were forming. My head, shoulders, and back were in agony. The knife was back in his hands and immediately at my throat, drawing a thin line of blood. I struggled feebly in his grip, feeling helpless. "Please Luke, this is a mistake." I looked into his eyes one last time before the world around me went black.

Luke's POV

She slumped into me after she passed out. I carried the unconscious y/n away with me before the night patrol could investigate what had happened. For the present, they had interrupted my attempt at assassination. I searched for her chamber that we had our fun times together in the past. Seven be damned! Stop dwelling on those memories!

Winding through the familiar corridors, I finally found the quarter I am looking for. I unlatched the door with my nimble fingers, hinges creaking. After I was certain that the door was shut securely, I placed her on the bed. Binding her wrists together at one of the bedposts with hempen ropes and gagging her mouth.

I have made the decision of interrogating her when she's awake, giving her a chance. My current self may be ruthless, but there is still a tidbit of kindness in me that has been cultivated by my family, the family that thought I was dead and mourned for me.

I went to her bookshelf straight away, knowing well this is where her mind often wanders into, as well as mine. She was always intrigued by the stories of the dragonlords of Valyria before the Doom.

She once requested that I read to her more frequently from books and scrolls because she enjoys my Valyrian accent, therefore I did mostly each day just to lull her to sleep with my soothing voice. Unfortunately, that is not happening again. She broke my heart.

I skimmed through the pages, missing the smell of papers and inks. Books are barely seen in the assassin guild since weapons were the only thing we would require. After some more skimming, the groaning from the bed eventually distracted my attention. Immediately, I put the book down on the table. Walking towards her, dagger poised.

She slowly opened her eyes, examining the wounds on her throat and arm as she attempted to break free of the binding before her eyes landed upon mine. For a moment she froze like a frightened animal. My tutor taught me not to trust anyone. Told me that expressions could be a farce for sympathy. So I did not fall for that. But her feelings somehow look true to me.

"Good, you're awake. And no screaming." I took the gag off her and then sat down on the bed beside her. Knife dangerously close to her cheeks, then tracing her cheekbones with an air of disinterest as possible. She gulped.

"So tell me, how does Aemond know of my whereabouts? You're the only Green who knew I'm heading for Storm's End trying to make an alliance on my mother's behalf." I intoned, eyebrows furrowed. She began stammering for a second and eventually calmed down a little. "It was Aemond. Before I had the opportunity to take the parchment from the raven, he took it first." I frowned at her, she averted her gaze, looking at her lap and fidgeting with her fingers. "I should have locked the door. I never thought he'd sneak into my room. I'm so sorry." My heart softened without my mind's consent.

I am still hesitating about the things she confessed to me. It was just words. How could I trust mere words? At the mention of Aemond, my uncertainty was briefly replaced by an inevitable rage. I'd heard that he's come back from the raids at the Riverlands to continue his rule as regent. It was said that after the battle of Rook's Rest, following Aegon's disappearance, Aemond was named as regent of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I'll deal with you later when I finish that kinslayer." I announced, walking to the door. At the same time, I unsheathed the sword at my hip, checking the sharpness. I nodded with satisfaction.

"You can't just leave me here being tied up! You can't find Aemond without my guidance anyways." She pleaded. I stopped abruptly, knowing it was true. I needed her guidance to seek Aemond before dawn. I rolled my eyes and went back to her, loosened the ropes to the bedpost, and gripped both of her wrists, pushing her along as a signal to stride in front of me. Then we were out of the chamber.

Reader's POV

Whenever I walked slowly, Lucerys would thrust the tip of his blade into my back. I winced, not believing he would truly do this to me. I did not hesitate to go to the throne room first. Aemond may be sleeping in his bedchamber at this hour, but he's infatuated with the Iron Throne lately. Luke would stay alert and call for a halt to hide whenever he senses someone was around.

I led him down a series of spiral stairs, out of the holdfast, through a bridge, walking by courtyards, and eventually reaching the building in which the throne room was situated. "There's two sentinels in there guarding the hallway, I hope you're ready." I turned to look at him, expecting to see an anxious face. But instead, he looks prepared for the upcoming predicament. The doors were ajar so we sneaked into it.

Before the guards could take out their swords from the scabbards, Luke hurled a throwing knife into one of them. Hitting him in the ribs. The other one rushed to Luke, their blades collided together making sparks. After a few more exchanges, Luke found a chink in his armour and strike hard and fast. The guard collapsed.

"What is all the commotion?" The double doors to the throne room flew open, revealing my uncle Gwayne Hightower and the other kingsguards. How can Lucerys defeat them! He's doomed. "Uncle!" Walking to him but Lucerys pulled me back, placing me right in front of him while the sword he was holding raised to my throat defensively making me his hostage. Swords were drawn out.

"Sheathe the steel or I'll kill her." Luke said. They all gave each other apprehensive glances before taking a few steps back. But not my uncle who stood at the doorway. "Ah, aren't you Rhaenyra's boy? This is hardly an act of reverence for the princess, lad." The two of them stare intensely at each other until Luke breaks the staring contest. "It would please me if I could see the regent." For my sake, my uncle moved from his spot at the doorway and led us into the room with a high ceiling.

Luke's POV

Aemond was sitting upon the throne, legs dangled from one of its arms. A few of the council members were there discussing important matters with him. The discussion stopped when we arrived. My presence seemed to leave Aemond totally dumbstruck. Good.

"Nephew, did the Seven send you back to me? You should put that pointy thing away from my sister by the way." y/n casted me a side eye. Aemond grinned a mirthless grin, there was no true joy in it. "The gods have sent me back for vengeance, uncle." I said with an emotionless mien. "Ah yes, I hope the skills you've been honing were worthy of a vengeance. How can I assist you, my dear nephew?" Obviously teasing about my skills in arms.

"I demand a court of swords. A fight to the death." Everybody in the room tensed. "What." Aemond's face twitched. y/n shifted in my grasp uncomfortably. "You and me. No one else. If I kill you, you'll die. If you kill me, you'll get y/n." Making my point clear. Aemond stood up from his seat and started pacing back and forth, pretending to be considering my request. He stopped his pacing. "Deal." His head snapped to me, giving me a murderous look.

While he slowly walks down from the dais, away from his precious throne, one of the kingsguard escorted y/n away from me. She gave me a tight squeeze of my hand before I let go of her wrists, unsure what it meant. Good luck? Aemond is too good for you? The others walked away from the center, making space for the fight. We came face to face at the center, staring at each other from opposite sides.

"Any last words?" The regent chuckled. "Go to seven hells." I replied. I heard y/n coughed. Within a dozen heartbeats, Aemond's sword came down from above. I blocked the overhead strike that will likely deeply injure me if I didn't deflect it. After a series of attacks, Aemond scowled. Not expecting that I'm still standing. Smiling, a new surge of energy coursed through my body. I fight my way for vengeance.

Reader's POV

I stand in one corner, witnessing the scene unfolding before me. One is my brother. One is my lover. I didn't want to lose either of them. Lucerys seems to be under control, attacking and counterattacking the whole time. He suddenly slipped into Aemond's guard and a thin line formed at my brother's thigh. Blood dripped from it.

Brother looked up from his injured thigh and started bombarding a whirlwind of attacks toward Luke. Anger rose within him. Luke tried to parry all the blows but one had slashed him across his shoulder, causing him to stagger. Aemond continued his furious assaults without giving Luke a moment of respite. I can see the energy that seems to course through him was gradually seeping away.

Before he can regain his previous confidence, Aemond sliced another cut at his sword arm. He swung his sword desperately at Aemond, trying to do some damage to my brother to no avail. His sword arm was injured. He can't fight. He's faltering. I need to do something.

My brother raised his sword, ready to strike diagonally at Luke. For a second, Luke gripped his sword two-handed, trying to heft it. It lifted, but I know that it won't make it in time to deflect the upcoming blow. I am aware of the amount of force Aemond is building up for that specific attack.

Before the sword landed upon Luke, I hurtled myself towards the fighting ground. I heard my uncle yelling. And then the kingsguards and councilors. My back facing Aemond, the blade came down from above and slashed a long cut across my back. I dropped to one knee and yelped.

Three wounds in one night. Given by two people I love. The boys' eyes widened at the sight. The fighting ceased, Aemond was transfixed by the affliction he caused upon me. "Please, I beg both of you to end this feud." I said. Elsewhere I heard my uncle ordering someone to summon a maester.

The once sweet boy came to me, swords trailing behind him. He dropped to the floor beside me, putting his sword down and arms wrapping around me. "Why?" He said, his eyes brimming with tears, but he forced it not to pour out. "Se ra gaoman syt jorrāelagon (The things I do for love)" I beamed weakly.

Then tears fell from his face, dropping into mine. He pressed his forehead against mine. His curly hair prickled me, but I didn't care much about that. I miss his hugs. I can feel the wetness soaking my back. I can get a whiff of the metallic tang of blood. I am exhausted. I fell asleep in the arms of Lucerys Velaryon.

Epilogue (Reader's POV)

I opened my eyes groggily, looking around my bedchamber. Sunlight filtered through the window filling the room with warmth. Luke sat on the bed. I used my elbow to raise myself into a sitting position, he gave me some assistance. I can feel the bandages wrapped around my torso, probably done by the maester.

We stared at each other for a long moment before he smiled. He smiled! Such a wondrous thing! After that, he gave me a gentle peck on the lips, which I did not expect. A faint blush materialized on my cheeks and he indulged in that.

He told me of Arrax's sacrifice, how he was rescued by a fisher family from the shore, his life after he joined the assassin guild, and how he didn't reacquaint himself with his family and watched them from afar whenever he was at Dragonstone. He does love his family. I listened to him intently.

He told me that he would leave me soon, that this is no place for an assassin. "We could fake my death. I want to be with you, away from war and court intrigues. Kill me." I demanded. Lucerys smirked.

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Bad things that robespierre did.

(I don't know why i don't feel safe by asking this question--)

Well, if we’re gonna speak in those terms, some things off the top of my head go as follows below. I don’t know if everyone on here would consider all of them fully ”bad” given the circumstances, so maybe a better way to see it is as ”ways Robespierre was involved in the period afterwards dubbed ”the terror” that are not all as known.”

On May 26, Robespierre, after having refused to for several months, openly called for an insurrection against deputies of the National Convention at the Jacobins — ”[…] the people must rebel. This moment has arrived. […] I invite the people to join the National Convention in insurrection against all the corrupt deputies.” Three days later, on May 29, he repeated this wish — ”I say that if the people do not rise in their entirety, liberty is lost.” Two days after that, the Insurrection of May 31 took place, with armed sans-culotte storming the Convention and obtaining the arrest of 29 Girondins. I find it hard to believe Robespierre’s words didn’t play a decesive roll for the insurrection to happen when it did.

Robespierre also had a hand in the creation of Desmoulins’ pampleth Histoire des Brissotins (May 1793), which is another piece essential in the fall of the Girondins. This is proven through the following passage from Lettre de Camille Desmoulins, député de Paris à la Convention, au général Dillon en prison aux Madelonettes (1793): ”The true origin of the rigor of the Committee towards you, would it be in a very long note, which was printed following l’Histoire des Brissotins, which Robespierre made me cut out?”

On October 29 1793, when the trial of the Girondins had been dragging on for five days, Robespierre proposed that ”If it happens that the judgment of a case brought before the revolutionary tribunal has lasted for more than three days, the president will open the next session by asking the juror if their conscience is sufficiently enlightened. If the juror answers yes, judgment will proceed immediately.” The motion was passed and became essential in getting the 22 Girondins condemned to death the following day. How many others fell victim to it afterwards I don’t know.

Robespierre also played an important role in the condemnation of the dantonists, who also got a not so very fair trial before being driven to the scaffold. I’ve already written about the different ways he was involved here.

Robespierre personally wrote to several representatives on mission and encouraged them to be bold when punishing counter revolutionaries in the departments. I don’t think such words coming from someone as influencial should be considered insignificant when measuring the repression that was later carried out there: 

The National Convention, citoyens collegues, witnessed with pleasure your entry into Lyon. But its joy could not be complete when it saw that you at the first movements yielded to a sensibility way too unpolitical. You seemed to abandon themselves to a people who flatter the victors, and the manner in which you speak of such a large number of traitors, of the punishment of a very few and the departure of almost all, have alarmed the patriots who are indignant at seeing so many scoundrels escaping through a gap and going to Lozère and mainly Toulon. We therefore won’t congratulate you on your successes before you have fulfilled all that you owe to your country. Republics are demanding; there is national recognition only for those who fully deserve it. We send you the decree that the Convention issued this morning on the report of the Committee (this decreee, which contains the infamous phrase ”the city of Lyon shall be destroyed” — a slogan which Robespierre himself had come up with). It has proportioned the vigor of its measures to your first reports. It will never remain below what the Republic and freedom expect. Beware above all of the perfidious policy of the Muscadins and the hypocritical Federalists, who raise the standard of the Republic when it is ready to punish them, and who continue to conspire against it when the danger has passed. It was that of the Bordelais, of the Marseillais, of all the counter-revolutionaries of the South. This is the most dangerous stumbling block of our freedom. The first duty of the representatives of the people is to discover it and avoid it. We must unmask the traitors and strike them without pity. These principles alone, adopted by the National Convention, can save the country. These principals are also yours; follow them; listen only to your own energy, and carry out with inexorable severity the salutary decrees which we address to you. CPS decree to the representatives in the newly entered Lyon, written by Robespierre on October 12.

PS — Punish severely and promptly the traitors and royalists, especially the leaders and principal agents of Girondin and counter-revolutionary intrigues. Beware of the marks of patriotism with which they cover themselves, following the example of the traitors of the Convention, who are their models. Only by purging the den of counter-revolution and hypocrisy can you spare the Republic the new disasters with which it is always threatened in the South. Robespierre in a post-scriptum note added to a CPS decree to representatives in Bordeaux written by Billaud-Varennes (in other words something he really wanted to underline for the representatives)

The representatives of the people near the army of Italy and the department of Bouches-du-Rhône are in charge of these measures: they will have the leaders of the royalist and federalist faction severely punished. CPS decree regarding Marseilles written by Robespierre on November 4 1793

These fears for the suffering public good, which made me decide to come here (Lyon) on your (ton) invitation, were not in vain. Letter from Collot d’Herbois to Robespierre dated November 3 1793. A sign Robespierre played a decisive role in sending Collot to punish Lyon.

Like I wrote in this post, Robespierre and his collegues at the CPS and the Convention were aware of the wholesale repression carried out by representatives on mission like Fouché and Carrier without seemingly trying to do anything about it (so I suppose they accepted what they heard). In fact, none of the decrees recalling the representatives hint that the amount of executions carried out under their stay is the reason for it.

If Robespierre’s role in writing the Law of 22 Prairial is more dubious than what a few historians would have us believe (the only person who’s involvement in the development of the law can truly be established is Couthon) he was nevertheless the author behind the decree for the Commission of Orange on May 10 1794 (1, 2), a decree that has been accepted as the precursor of the aforementioned law. Like the law of 22 Prairial, the decree made it the duty for the commission to punish ”the enemies of the people,” which it defined as ”all those who, by any means whatsoever and with any deeds they may have covered themselves, have sought to thwart the march of the revolution and to prevent the strengthening of the Republic.” The punishment for this crime was always death, and the proof necessary for condemnation ”is all information, of whatever nature, which can convince a reasonable man and friend of liberty.” Within 47 days, the commission pronounced 332 death sentences, 116 prison sentences and 147 acquittals.

In April 1794 was introduced a police bureau subortinate to the CPS (Bureau de surveillance administrative et de police générale). It would appear it was meant to be run by mainly Saint-Just, but that Robespierre took it over when he was away from the captal. Due to Saint-Just’s frequent missions, Robespierre ended up being the actual head of the bureau during two of its three months existence (the notes for the bureau are in SJ’s hand from April 23-27, in both SJ and Robespierre’s on the 28th, only Robespierre between April 28-May 31, both on June 1, only Robespierre between June 2-29, both on June 30 and afterwards occasional reports made by either SJ or Couthon). Unfortunately, only one study exists over the bureau, made in 1930 by the historian Arne Ording. It has been digitalized by Internet Archive, but in super poor quality, so you end up having to rely more on what other historians say about it. Which isn’t that easy either because they all seem to lay out different numbers. According to Albert Mathiez (1930), Ording’s study found 464 decrees from the police bureau between April 24 to July 26 (and 1 814 from the Committee of General Security for the same period ) — 58 of which ordered liberations of prisoners and 250 were arrests. Annie Jourdan (2016) too writes that the bureau contained 464, of which 250 were arrests and 295 looked at officials. But she also adds that only a fifth of the judgments were acquittals, and that, instead of April 24, the bureau functioned between May 23 and July 28. According to George Lefebvre (1931), Ording only consulted  121 of the 464 decrees (out of which 55 were either written or co-signed by someone else than Robespierre, Saint-Just and Couthon), making you wonder how the two previous can be sure about what all the decrees contained… The same thing is claimed by J.M Thompson (1935) but he also adds that, ”out of 775 notes by Robespierre, Saint-Just, and Couthon, only 229 should be found ordering arrest, or reference to the Tribunal, or transference to Paris.” In other words, there would exist more notes than actual decrees… The bureau nevertheless makes Robespierre the CPS member to have signed the second biggest amount of decrees ordering arrests and or/transfers before the Revolutionary Tribunal during the period dubbed ”the great terror” (30, after Saint-Just’s 35, and yes, I have actually counted the arrests found in Recueil des actes du comité de salut public to come to this conclusion���🏼‍♀️) and this despite the fact that he was absent for about half of it. I also don’t think it’s impossible he was trying to make the Committee of General Security redundant with the help of the bureau, considering he does recommend making said committee subortinate to the CPS in his last speech.

On June 7 1794, a letter signed by Robespierre and Barère ordered Hermann — the chairholder of the Commission of Civil Administration, Tribunals and Prisons and put in first place on a list of patriots with ”more or less talent” written by Robespierre — to investigate if there were plans for a breakout in the Bicêtre prison after having received a warning from one of its inhabitants. Six days later, a CPS decree signed by Robespierre and seven of his collegues ordered 15 inhabitants from said prison to be transferred to the Conciergerie in order for them to come before the Revolutionary Tribunal as soon as possible. It further ordered Hermann to send to the tribunal all other Bicêtre prisoners suspected of being part of the same complot. Ten days after that, on June 23, Hermann sent Robespierre a letter in which he suggested applying this procedure to all the prisons of Paris, in order to ”purge the prisons at a stroke and to clear the soil of freedom from these dregs and rejects of humanity.” Robespierre sent the letter back with both his signature and the word approved written on it, together with the counter signatures of Barère and Billaud-Varennes. Two days later on June 25, the CPS confirmed their decision when writing a decree charging Hermann’s Commission of Civil Administration, Tribunals and Prisons ”to search in the various prisons of Paris for those who have been particularly involved in the various factions, in the various conspiracies that the National Convention has destroyed, and whose chefs it has punished, those who in the prisons were trustees and agents of these conspiratorial factions, and who were to be the actors of the scenes so often projected for the massacre of the patriots and the ruin of freedom to make it her own. The charge, moreover, of taking, in concert with the administration of the police, all means of establishing order in the prisons.” The decree bears Robespierre’s signature, along with those of ten of his collegues. Finally, on July 5, a CPS decree written by Barère and signed by him, Robespierre and seven others ordered the same commission ”to make a daily report on the conduct of the prisoners in the various prisons of Paris, and the Revolutionary Tribunal to judge within 24 hours those who have attempted revolt or excited closure.” This was the solution to the so called ”prison conspiracies,” in which on several days, prisoners were brought before the tribunal in big groups to be met with flimsy evidence against them, and where aquittals mostly numbered between about 0-3. In total, 363 people were executed (37 people on June 16, 36 on June 26 (the Bicêtre prison), 60 on July 7, 48 on July 9, 38 on July 10, 25 on July 22 (the Luxembourg prison), 46 on July 23 (the Carmes prison), 25 on July 24, 25 on July 25 and 23 on July 26 (the Saint-Lazare prison)) — about 27% of the 1366 official victims of ”the great terror.” Not only that, but among those executed can be found three 16-year-olds, the youngest people to ever have been executed by the Paris Revolutionary Tribunal. As can be seen from the decrees, Robespierre is certainly not the only one who bears responsibility for these executions (the direct orders to immediately send prisoners from the Luxembourg (signed Saint-Just on July 5) and Carmes prison (signed Saint-Just, Carnot, Prieur, Billaud-Varennes, Couthon and Collot d’Herbois on July 20) before the tribunal would for example appear to not have been made by him), but given his closeness to Hermann and the fact he, along with Barère, is the only one to have signed all of them, certainly shows he’s not blameless for what went down. According to J.M Thompson, the prison reports also built on facts reported by the above mentioned police bureau, which, according to him, makes Robespierre bear a double responsibility.

On August 15 1792, Robespierre was the first person to suggest creating a Revolutionary Tribunal, a wish that was fulfilled two days later (1, 2).

[vampyhvnt]

Chapter three is highkey giving One Bed scenario and I LIVE for tropes like that. I'm gonna take awhile to finish chap 4 chat cos I haven't even started yet😞.

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Chapter 3: The Nightmares We Carry.

The storm outside had finally subsided, but inside, the tension between you and Jaehyun lingered, unspoken but palpable. The night was drawing near, and the cozy cabin felt both like a haven and a prison.

You glanced at the bed—a small, simple thing, its comforter inviting and warm. The only bed in the cabin. The couch was too small for someone as tall as Jaehyun, but it was the only other place to sleep.

You stood awkwardly by the bed, glancing at him. “I… I guess I’ll take the bed.”

Jaehyun, who had been sitting by the fire, looked up at you and nodded, his expression unreadable. “It’s fine,” he said. “I’ll take the couch.”

You blinked in surprise. “You sure? I mean, it’s just one night, right?”

He shrugged, his eyes not quite meeting yours. “It’s fine. I’ll manage.”

You hesitated, your chest tightening slightly at the thought of him sleeping on the couch. You didn’t know why, but the image didn’t sit well with you. The storm might have passed, but something about the space between the two of you still felt far too large.

“Okay,” you said quietly.

After a brief, awkward silence, you made your way to the bed, pulling the covers over you as Jaehyun settled on the couch, his back turned to you. The warmth of the bed contrasted with the chill of the cabin air, but it didn’t bring you comfort. Sleep seemed like a distant thing, the night stretching on endlessly.

As the hours passed, you tried to settle your restless thoughts, but sleep refused to come. It wasn’t the storm or the unfamiliar surroundings keeping you awake—it was something else. Something dark that you hadn’t been able to shake in a long time.

And then it happened.

The nightmare.

You tossed and turned in your sleep, your breath quickening as the familiar images from your past crept into your mind. Shadows closing in, whispers you couldn’t understand, and a feeling of being trapped. It was like you were suffocating in the weight of it all, and there was no escape.

“Please…” you whispered in your sleep, your heart pounding in your chest. The nightmare tightened its grip.

Jaehyun’s voice cut through the haze, low and urgent. “Hey, hey—wake up.”

You jolted awake with a gasp, drenched in cold sweat. Your heart was hammering, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to you like a fog. You blinked rapidly, trying to ground yourself in the present. The room was still. Quiet.

But you weren’t alone.

Jaehyun was standing beside the bed, his expression concerned. His hand hovered near your shoulder, unsure whether to touch you.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

You blinked up at him, still shaking. The nightmare had left you disoriented and raw, the walls you’d built around yourself feeling more fragile than ever.

“Just a bad dream,” you said, voice shaky. “It’s fine.”

Jaehyun’s gaze softened, but there was a hesitation in his eyes—like he wasn’t sure whether to push or pull away. “You want to talk about it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his offer. But you couldn’t bring yourself to open up. Not yet. Not with him.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “It’s nothing. Really.”

Jaehyun didn’t press you, but he lingered for a moment longer, as if waiting for some sign you might let him in. When you didn’t move, he finally nodded, stepping back.

“I’ll… I’ll be right here if you need anything,” he said quietly.

You nodded, pulling the covers tighter around you as you tried to settle once more. Jaehyun returned to the couch, but you could feel his eyes on you, even from across the room. The distance between you hadn’t been this close in a long time, yet you still felt an overwhelming loneliness gnawing at you.

The night stretched on in silence, but sleep never returned. Not fully.

Chapter four is on my profile ×:

[h3arts4harry]

-Biker Baby-

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Matt Sturniolo x biker! reader based in their LA home y/n - your name

orange- Chris blue- Matt purple- Nick red- y/n

warnings: angst, fluff, motorbike crash, speeding, arguing, swearing, NO SMUT

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-8am-

I feel gentle shakes on shoulders, "y/n, wake up" I flutter open my eyes to Nick stood in front of me, "hm what time is it?" I croak "erm 8" I shot up "where's Matt?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows "he's uh in his room, probably asleep" my face softens with sadness, realising he didn't even notice me, I nod and make my way to Matt's room. I knock on the door and Matt shouts from the other side of the door "go away Nick it's too early", opening the door "not Nick" I say softly, his eyes furrow, "what are you doing here" in a slight pissed off tone. "I've been here all night waiting for you" "what? no you haven't, I didn't see you" "I fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to come home, what time did u even get back I thought you were only filming fridays video" "it doesn't matter-" he cuts himself off "why are you getting a fucking attitude with me?" "cause you dont even notice me anymore Matt, I waited for you and you didn't notice me" my waterline fills with tears, bottom lip trembling "I was tired and I didn't even know you were here, when I got home I went straight to bed" he shrugs "you didn't know I was here?" I mutter under my breath "are you fucking kidding me- I told you before you left that I would wait up for you" "well I forgot" he snaps "you know I am swamped with filming, meetings, and just everything I need to do for my job in general, do you actually expect me to remember-" "remember what?" I bite back "that you have a girlfriend? who is waiting up all night for you again for the 3rd time this week cause you keep promising that you'd watch a movie and cuddle with me, you never make time for me anymore" "y/n just fucking leave me alone its way too early for this" he faces away from me, laying back down "too early for this?" I scoff "are you fucking kidding me right now, I'm stood here hurt because you don't pay attention to me and you're telling me its too early" I laugh in disbelief "Y/N FUCKING GO HOME"

My face drops, my heart sinking to my stomach. I leave slamming the bedroom door behind me, tears start to fall down my face walking across the kitchen, passing Nick on the sofa about to head downstairs to the front door. "omg y/n are you okay" Nick rushes over to me bringing his hands to my shoulders bringing me into a hug, I hug him back "I'm fine Nick, I just want to go home" I chocked on tears, "I can go get matt-" I cut him off, panic laced in my voice "NO, I mean no it's fine, I have my bike" I grab my helmet from coffee table, "y/n you can't drive in this condition, it's not safe" his face filled with worry "Nick just leave it please I'm fine" I dont wait for a response and walk down the downstairs and out the door, slamming it behind me.

Nick POV- 8:45am

I jump as y/n slams the door, I storm off to matts room. "what the fuck did you do" I shout at matt, barging in to him laying in bed with the covers over his head, completely covering him, "nick go away" I roll my eyes "fuck no, why did y/n just run out crying her eyes out" he shoots up in shock "what" he speaks softly in surprise, "what the fuck happened this morning" I ask again, "I- um I'm not sure" he stutters, "cut the bullshit matt, how are you not sure what happened" I speak in disbelief of what he's saying, "I dont know, we had a small argument that's all, its fine", I scoff "its not fucking fine matt, she just left here with tears streaming down her face, and you're sat here saying its fine, what is wrong with you", I storm out, not letting him try to defend himself, slamming the door, unintendedly repeating y/ns actions.

Y/N POV- 9am

I quickly pull on my helmet, not fully being able to concentrate on what I'm doing, getting on my bike, and start driving. Thoughts are flying through my head so fast as I try to focus on the road Infront of me, my vision blurred as tears pour down my face. All of a sudden all I can see is a bright headlight getting bigger, then a deafening horn blows as my vision goes black.

Matt POV- 9:07am

Y/n isn't responding to any of my texts and I grow worried. My anxiety is through the roof, pacing around my room, as I leave text after text, voicemail after voicemail. I walk out of my room, my face in my phone, still texting y/n, "woah dude look where your going" Chris laughs out, I look up to him with panicked eyes, "matt what's wrong" furrows brows, "its y/n she's not answering any of my texts or calls, nick said she left crying after we fought, I'm hoping she walked and just went straight to bed but what if-" I stop, looking down at my feet, not wanting to think about the negative possibilities, "what if she rode her bike, its way to dangerous to ride, especially if she cant concentrate on what she's doing" i ramble, looking back at Chris, "dude calm down, I'm sure she's fine" Chris reassures, "I'm going out" I walk out the door, getting into my car before driving to y/ns apartment, I try focus on my breathing while driving. fuck I hit traffic, there's been a crash up the road, a quick thought of it being y/n crosses my mind, I feel a wave of panic rush through me but I push it away, its obviously not her, she's fine, as I get closer to the crash I see a bike, my eyes widen when i realise that its y/ns bike, I slam on my breaks, causing the car behind me to blare his horn, I look around to see where I can pull over.

I manage to pull over and rush over to the scene, a hand hits my chest stopping me from going any closer, "sir you cant go over there" a deep voice comes from beside me, my eyes stuck on y/ns bike, "that's- that's my girlfriends bike" I stutter, trying to get my words out, "I'm afraid I cant let you through" he lowers his hand, "is she here? where is she? please that's her bike- I need to see her" I start to panic looking at the officers face, my eyes wide, tears threatening to spill down my face as terrifying thoughts circle my mind, "I believe the girl on the bike was taken to the nearest hospital, I dont have any other information to give you" the officer calmly stated, I nod, not saying anything, I turn around getting back into my car, going as fast as I can to y/n.

9:36am

I get to the hospital in less than 10 minutes running to the front desk. "y/n- y/n l/n is she here?" I speak before I can process anything, "she's in room 281, she is resting so she might not be awake yet" the receptionist says, reading from her laptop Infront of her. I thank her before running to the elevator, I take a breath before stepping in and pressing the button, anxiously fiddling with my rings as it takes it time to get to her floor. The doors finally open and I rush out, looking side to side looking for her room, I see the numbers 281 on a sign hanging above a door, and immediately run into the room to y/n sleeping. She has dark bags under her eyes, her left arm in a cast, the opposite leg matching her arm. Her face and body covered in bruises, grazes and marks. My heart drops at the sight of her, I run to her side, grabbing her hand, I cant believe the last thing that happened between us was arguing, I hate myself for it, ignoring her reaching out to me. I sit there, my mind punishing me for our last encounter, for what feels like hours. I feel a squeeze on my hand, I immediately look up to see y/n smiling down at me, "hi" she speaks in a soft whisper.

Y/N POV- 10:06am

"oh my god y/n I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry, I-", I cuts him off "matt its okay", his eyes filled with guilt "no, no its not ill do better, ill make time for you ill-" he rambles, I groan as I try to sit up but Matt moves his to lay me back down "y/n lay back down, you need to rest", "matt shut up" I laugh, leaning forward, putting both my hands on either side of his face kissing him deeply. I slowly pull back, a genuine smile across my face, "what?" he chuckles, "nothing, I'm just happy you're here", he moves closer to me pulling me into a tight hug "I'm glad you're okay" he takes a step back still holding onto my shoulders, not letting me go, afraid that if he does I'd disappear. Nick barges into the room, Chris following behind him "omg y/n you're okay" nick pushes past Matt and instantly brings me into his arms, wrapping them around me, I giggle hugging him back. He moves back exhaling a breath he didn't know he was holding, Chris walks up to me engulfing me into a hug "nice to see your still kicking kid, motorbike crashes can be brutal" he moves back and I playfully hit his shoulder. Matt grabs my hand, a gentle smile still on his face.

The doctor walks in looking down at a clipboard "so y/n you should be able to leave tomorrow morning-", her eyes widen when she looks up to 3 same face people looking back at her "oh um hi" she greets awkwardly, "so um I get to leave tomorrow?" I ask trying to relieve the uncomfortable tension in the air, "uh-" she clears her throat "yes, 11am tomorrow you can leave, the hospital wants to keep you in overnight to make sure everything goes smoothly then you're free to go". "Okay cool, so everything is okay?" Nick asks, sat on the left of me on the bed, lightly holding my left arm, "yes everything's fine, it says here that she broke her left wrist, her right knee joint, but other than that you're completely fine". "thank you" I smile as she leaves, I let out a heavy breath, Matt instantly turns to me, his face slightly dropping, "are you okay?", "yea I'm fine, I just dont wanna stay be here any longer" I look down at my lap.

I've always hated hospitals. Ever since my mums passing I dont trust them. Back when I was 15 my mum started struggling with her health, we went to multiple doctors appointments, and made many trips to the hospital trying to find out what was wrong but they just pushed it away as infections, after just over a year she got diagnosed with pancreatic cancer but it was too late, the doctors said it wasn't treatable. My dad was furious, when we found out he went crazy at the doctor, yelling at him, threatening to sue. He almost got kicked out, he only calmed down so he could stay with my mum and I. Ever since then I wouldn't leave her side. We spent every moment together right up until she died. When she passed, I was completely broke, the first 2 months I wouldn't leave my room, my dad would put meals and water outside my room but I barely ate much. The next 3 months after that I was out all night every night, drinking, smoking, partying, and everything in between. The 5th month after she died, I met the triplets at some party, I dont remember much because I was on the edge of a blackout; wasted and out of it. I bumped into Matt, and he took me back to my home. I'm guessing my dad trusted him off the bat because when I woke up he was there asleep on my love sack in the corner of my room, he helped me with my hungover and we talked all day and all night, he didn't leave until 7am the next morning. We were friends for a year after we started dating. We've been dating for 4 years now, and I love him with my whole heart. He saved me. Which is why it hurt so fucking much when Matt started acting differently.

timeskip- 11am the next day

"Y/n wake up baby, its time to go" matt gently shakes me by my shoulders, trying not to hurt me. "mm too early" I groans, turning on my side, accidently moving onto my wrist "ow fuck", "woah baby be careful" he slowly pulls me up so I'm are sat against my pillows. "its 11:07 now, meaning we can leave" he smiles, grabbing a fresh outfit out of a bag he probably got last night. I go to speak but he cuts me off as if he reads my mind "and yes I checked with the doctor, everything is okay and we can definitely leave" as he passes my clothes "thankyou baby." I slowly hang my legs over the bed, "um matt?", "yes baby" he looks to me, "I um" I clear my throat "I might need help" I nod to my my right leg that's in a cast, swinging it a little. "Okay, lets get you dressed first then hm?" he walks over to me, reaching to the pile of clothes next to me, picking up my jorts pulling up my legs being careful of my casted leg, then grabbing my hoodie pulling it over me "thank you baby", "of course" he turns around picking up his bag putting it next to me. "I only brought one shoe cause, well, y'know" he nods to my cast, I laugh as he pulls on my singular shoe. He lastly pulls out my favourite black beanie and pulls it over my head. "I love you" I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me, kissing his cheek, "I love you too baby, now lets go" he places a singular crutch on the right side of me, then wraps his arm under mine slowly lifting me onto my good foot. I slip my right hand into the crutch, leaning into it, "woah" I wobble almost falling, "easy there trouble" Matt chuckles, catching me. He pulls his bag onto his back, puts on his jacket before turning to me, "do you need help walking or do you think you've got it?", "I think of got it" I say as I try to take a step forward, slightly wobbling before stabilizing myself, "lets go princess" he says placing a hand on my lower back, ready to help if I fall

-11:46am-

As Matt pulls into his driveway, I sigh "finally we're home", turning to undo my seatbelt as Matt rushes round and opens my door, holding out his hand to help you out, I take his hand, carefully stepping out, Matt grabs my crutch handing it to me, I turn to Matt, wrapping my arms around him pulling him into a hug, "are you okay" he wraps his arms around my lower waist, not letting go, "mhm" I hum pushing my head into the crook of his neck, pulling him even closer to me. He doesn't let go until I do, so we stand there like that for like 20 minutes. I step back, my arms still around his neck, "what" he chuckles looking down at me, I shrug, before letting go of him, swivelling on my foot and start walking to the door. Matt places his hand on my lower back as he did before. We get to the stairs I stop, "its okay I got you" Matt says from behind me, I nod and make my way upstairs. Chris sees me from couch and runs to help me if I need it, "Thank you Chris" he hugs me once I get to the top, Matt walks to the kitchen pouring me a glass of water and makes 4 sandwiches for us and his brothers. Chris walks me to the couch and helps me sit down, placing my crutch to the side, handing me the remote, "Here pick something to watch", "no its okay, you pick" I hand back the remote, we go back and forth until Nick walks in taking the remote "how bout I pick something to watch", Chris rolls his eyes "you're just gonna put on RuPaul", "obviously" Nick slumps down next to me, "OW NICK" I yell out in pain "my wrist you dumbass" I explain as I hit his shoulder, "oh my god I'm so sorry" nick frantically apologises "its all good" I let out a breathy laugh. Matt walks over with with our sandwiches, he hands me mine first, then Nick's, then Chris', then sat down with his own, we all thank him as we eat and watch RuPaul's Drag Race.

-2pm-

We've been watching RuPaul for around 3 hours and Chris went back to his room an hour ago. Nick jumps up "I'm gonna go edit tomorrows video" then walks upstairs to his room. Matt looks over to me snuggled into his side "y/n?", "hm?" I hum half asleep, "lets go to bed baby", I dont say anything as Matt picks me up and walks to his room, placing me down into his bed, pulling the covers over me, he lays next to me, wrapping his arm around me

-6:30pm-

I wake up to Matt still asleep next to me, I grab my phone, and start scrolling through tiktok. "y/n?" Matt croaks, "oh sorry did I wake you?" I look up to him, "no its okay" he smiles. "I think Nick's cooking dinner" I smile back, "good I'm so hungry" he gets up and walks to the other side of the bed where I am to help me. I lift my good arm up and he grabs it pulling me up onto my foot, he passes me my crutch and I pull my arm into it, he stands on my left, placing his hand on my lower back to help me if I need it. We walk into the kitchen to Nick cooking burgers, and Chris washing the dishes. "Y/n u okay?" Nick asks placing burgers in the buns on 4 different plates, "yea, this looks goodddd" I drag out walking over, going to pick up the plate then seeing the cast on my arm "fuck", I look over to Matt who's quietly laughing to himself walking over picking up both our plates, following me to the couch. We sit down and I grab my plate with my good hand and place it onto my lap and start eating. Nick sits next to Matt and Chris sits next to me. "fuck" i place my head in my hands, the boys turn to me, furrowing their eyebrows, "what?" chris asks tilting his head to the side, "my fucking bike is wrecked ughh" i lean back against the back of the couch throwing my head back in frustration, "its okay baby, we'll take it to get fixed " Matt reassures, "i hope its not totally fucked, i really love that bike" i shake my head a little, looking back down at my food then to Matt, who has a gentle smile on his face, which leads me to almost completely forget about my bike. We all eat our food while watching tv and talking all night about anything and everything, like we used to.

-1am-

"I'm tired so I'm gonna head to bed, love u" I stand up and start walking to Mine and Matts room, "love youuu" nick smiles, "goodnight kid" Chris waves, "I'll come down in a bit love" Matt, "okay baby" I smile. "ew bAbY " Chris cringes, "shut up Chris" Nick lightly punches his shoulder. I walk into our room and lay down on my side, carefully trying not to hurt my wrist or leg, and slowly fall asleep. "Hey baby" Matt walks into our room, placing a glass of water on my bedside table then going to lay down, "hi" I speak softly, half asleep. he cuddles next to me, wrapping his arms around me, I snuggle my head into the crook of his neck. "i love you baby" he quietly speaks, "i love you too Matty" I mumble as I drift off to sleep.

-timeskip- 2 1/2 months later- 11:15am-

"cmon mattyy" i whine "my bike is finally fixed and your taking foreverrrr" i stand against the kitchen island while matt slides on his shoes "your bike isnt going anywhere y/n, dont worry" he chuckles standing up. I run over to him grabbing his hand, rushing over to the stairs "careful baby, your going fall and break ur bones again" he holds onto my hand so i dont fly down because of how fast i was going, "im just happy, both my wrist and leg are fully healed and my bike is finally ready for me" i excitedly ramble "i know i know" he laughs.

-11:46am-

Matt pulls into the parking space and before he can switch the car off, ive taken off my seatbelt and jumped out of the car. He shakes his head with a smile as he watches me eagerly walk over to the shop. I walk in and greet the man at the desk, Matt eventually follows in behind me, "hi my names y/n im here to pick up my yamaha yzf-r6" i smile, looking down at the seated man, "ah yes, i see shes all fixed up, pretty nasty crash ay?" he nods "yeah" i nasally laugh. He stands up and walks into the backroom, 30 seconds later he walks back out with my bike keys. "Here you are" he hands me the keys "my coworker is already outside and he will take you to your bike" he smiles, pointing to the side door, "thank you, have a nice day" i walk out the door, squeezing matts hand. We walk over to the mans coworker and he takes us to my bike. I start it up, pulling on my helmet and the man points out the exit, we thank him and he walks away. Matt gets into his car and i pull up next to him, "race you home?" i slightly shout over the noise of my bike, he nods and quickly pulls away, i laugh and pull down the throttle, immediately passing him. i lift my hand flipping him off, not looking back to him as to not crash again.

-12:17am-

i pull into the open garage and matt is nowhere to be seen, i turn off my bike but continue to sit on it with my legs off the side as i scroll through instagram. "how am i not surprised you beat me home" matt laughs placing his hands on the sides of my thighs, making me jump a little. "im just too good" i joke, doing a sassy hair flip off my shoulder, "come on a ride with me?" i ask looking up to him, he shakes his head a little, "pleaseeeee" i beg, bringing my hands together 🙏, he takes a defeated breath not wanting to bicker and agrees, "okay fine baby, but just this once, it scares me on the back of that thing" he laughs walking over to the shelves on the wall, grabbing his helmet, "you know you love it" i giggle from my bike. matt walks back over to me, pulling on his helmet he throws a leg over the bike sitting down. "hold on matty" i tell him as i start my bike back up, he quickly wraps his arms around my waist holding on tightly, "not too tight" i quickly pat his hand, "sorry baby" he apologises as he rests his head on my back. i reverse out of the driveway, and pull out into the road.

We drive around the streets for 5/10 minutes then i pull onto the highway. I look around and then start to speed up, "not too fast trouble" matt says from behind me, to which i speed up even more, he laughs in response. as we speed down the fast lane, red and blue lights start to flash behind us, "fuck" i whisper-yell, seeing the cops in my rearview mirror, "y/n baby pull over, we can just pay the ticket" matt says, a little worried knowing what is most likely about to happen, i dont say anything as i consider what he says, i just spent a huge chunk of my money fixing my bike, i wasnt about to spent another on a fucking speeding ticket, i shake my head and pull the throttle straight down, speeding up fast, matts arms cling onto me to not fall off. the sirens start to fall quiet as we get away, "y/n i said to pull over, we couldve paid the ticket" matt speaks up as we pull off the highway into our area, "fuck that, why would i when we both know that im fast enough to just speed away" i sassily quip back as we get onto our street, matt laughs shaking his head at my antics. We pull into our driveway and i take off my helmet, shaking my head a little waving my hair out, "god youre hot" matt whispers under his breath, admiring me getting off the bike "what was that?" i ask placing my helmet on the shelf then turning back to him, he walks over to me and places his hands around my waist "i said, god youre hot" he smirks looking down at me. my cheeks flush red as i wrap my arms around his neck, i pull down and bring him into a kiss. "i love you matty b" i smile up at him, he smiles back at me "i love you more my little biker baby"

-

i never know how tf to end these things lmao

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[writerleo86]

Terravenger Season 6 - The Agents of Light Arc - Episode 516 (Do Not Copy) - 02.19.2024

    At UltraLights during that evening, the overwhelmed Beau Ravenstone and the barista Rian Simms had met at the center of a long bar.

    Beau informed the barista "I have only informed the main staff because of what has happened as of late."

    Rian blew a small breath from his mouth and commented "Uau, isso e legal! So the Bringer's really coming after him. Surely you doubled up on security."

    "We have," answered Beau. "Seven of Nine made certain that the barrier which surrounds the city at this moment is fully functional."

    And Rian asked "Did you get some soldiers to guard the kid's home?"

    Beau shook his head and reported "I have asked a few soldiers to hide themselves as they watch over my son and his family."

    A while later, a soldier from the Midas Armed Forces stood before the few of the dark agents led by Aika on Industrial Road near the city.

    Aika claimed in her seductive voice "It looks like we are in for a long nightcap."

    The opposing individual turned out to be the good doctor, Kirk Tucson. He wore a light-yellow shirt with a thick gray collar and a bright yellow tie. Placed on the button of his tie was a golden pendant which displayed his symbol. He had on white dress-pants and short white boots. And he had on his buttoned white dress-coat with his MAF badge placed on the front left side.

    Tucson noticed two of the hooded soldiers carrying the unconscious Duo Storms.

    And he ordered "Let the boy go and leave now."

    The other agent called Kalree gathered in front of his two soldiers as the leader Aika responded "Afraid we can't do that."

    Kalree told the enemy "Why not step aside and let us pass. Or we will just go through you."

    The calm Tucson responded "Like that will happen. That boy there is a member of Midas City. And as its soldier and protector, I'll keep you from taking the boy from here. Even if I have to kill any of you."

    Aika soon noticed the sacred crest on the knot of Tucson's tie and informed her partner "We ought to be careful. I think this guy is part of that failed organization."

    "Failed organization?" repeated Kalree.

    The agent found the tie wrapped around Tucson's neck as well and responded "Oh, what do you know. He is. He's probably one of the few druids that are left from our lord's purification."

    "A few of us did escape from the Bringer's assault," answered Tucson.

    A strong female voice informed the villains "Those druids had a little bit of assistance from me."

    The wicked agents all turned to their left side and spotted the psychic Alexis Sanyo standing there. Then they found the determined soldier Tiger standing at the other side.

    Alexis listed to her partners "The man among them goes by many names. Kalree is one of them. He specializes in using long-ranged abilities using the holy element Light."

    Aika implied "Oh, I know who you are. You were before my time. But you know my mother who helped orchestrate our business -- our great organization."

    And she asked "Do you go by Alexia Palatinate? Or Alexis Sanyo?"

    Alexis faced the woman and responded "Indeed. You are the only child of the Sinister Mistress. I know many of your abilities. But you have others that are unknown to the public's eye."

    Then the seer reported to her team "The woman you see here is known as the Dreaded Angel of Death and One of the Bringer's Death Reapers. She was taught her powers by her master."

    "Aika," stated Tucson. "I heard her name from the Great Vine. She uses a plethora of techniques that are associated with the holy element Dark. Keira Fakinos told me that she and the Sky Knight had difficulty with this woman."

    He placed each hand in the pockets of his coat and told his team "I may be able to hold my own against her. I may need your assistance, Milady Sanyo."

    Tucson asked his other partner "You're able to grab Storms right?"

    Tiger shook his head and answered "I'll rescue Storms from those guys. You can count on me."

    A yellow light began glowing from the pupils of his eyes as Tucson told Alexis "Let's try to disarm this girl while Tiger does his work."

    First, Tucson threw his right palm forward.

    "Lightning Release!" He called. "Virides Serpentes!"

    A large stream of lines created by green electricity blew from his palm at his target. Aika jumped into the sky in order to dodge the short-ranged projectile. And both soldiers -- Alexis and Tucson -- hurried into the air in order to battle the vicious woman.

    Alexis warned "We must prepare ourselves. This opponent may also wield techniques from the forbidden element like Mephistopheles."

    And Tucson answered "Chaos. Got it!"

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 516:  Three-Way Assault; The Holy Elements Light and Dark Collide

    The other villains led by Kalree jumped into the air and tried to make their escape. But the heroic Tiger gave out a great howl while a loud shriek blew from his mouth. Two of the masked soldiers froze in the air as two more continued to float higher and carried the unconscious Duo. And Kalree flew down to attack Tiger.

    Meanwhile, the quick Tucson pushed his left palm forward.

    "Lightning Release!" He called. "Virides Serpentes!"

    A large stream of green electricity traveled from his palm and blew toward his enemy from every direction. Aika quickly lifted her arms.

    She yelled "Dark Release! Hypnotic Shimmy!"

    And the barrier of purple fire grew from her body as Aika thrusts her shoulders back and forth repeatedly.

    Next, the crazed Aika pushed her palms forward.

    "Dark Release!" She yelled. "Floating Fear!"

    She soon blew a large wave of black wind that was shaped as a ghost. The body of Alexis immediately changed into a dozen of crows which flew up. Meanwhile, the yellow-eyed Tucson blew a barrage of small lines made of yellow light toward the vicious woman.

    Tucson yelled "Light Release! Great Deity's Blade Pillar!"

    The shrieking ghost was destroyed by the multiple projectiles from Tucson as eight of the crows flew to the back of Aika. The upper body of Alexis quickly formed from the crows. She soon placed her right palm on Aika's left shoulder.

    Alexis called out "Guardian Deity's Holy Seal!"

    A golden-lined circle formed the left side of Aika's neck. As black smoke burst from Aika's mouth and eyes, her entire body had become a statue made of white stone.

    After that, the large cloud of black smoke formed behind the upper body of Alexis. And the image of Aika's face emerged from the center of the cloud.

    She responded "You tried to seal me using the holy element Light? So predictable you are."

    Once her entire body returned, a medium-sized white cloud formed behind Alexis. And blowing from the cloud were a barrage of long spears. Every projectile had passed through the dark cloud as Aika gave a loud laugh.

    Tucson threw his right palm forward as he yelled "Ki Limelight! Sacred Blades!"

    A long plate of green light formed from his right hand. And long spears made of the shiny green light blew from the summoned plate in order to destroy the black cloud facing his partner.

    After every part of large black cloud faded away, a large hole made of black smoke formed from behind Tucson who was aware. And the demented Aika walked out of the smoke before it faded away.

    Aika told her opponents "Nice try though."

    She placed her left palm on her forehead while she gave a hideous cackle. Aika soon leaned her head forward as her left hand still remained on her head.

    "You are right to fear me," She informed her opponents. "I may be as gifted as my mother."

    The demented woman placed both of her palms forward as a barrage of small black balls surrounded by purple fire quickly appeared around her.

    She continued by telling her opponents "I will end this wonderful encounter by destroying your bodies. But I shall bring both of your souls to Lord Mephistopheles as tribute along with everyone else."

    While more of the black balls surrounded Aika, a large circle of golden light appeared around the watchful Alexis Sanyo. Meanwhile, the right finger of Tucson pointed forward as well as his left palm.

    "This woman," thought Tucson. "She is serious about eliminating not only us, but all of Midas City."

    And a frightened Tucson yelled "Lady Sanyo! Brace yourself!"

    The large circle had turned into green energy that was shaped as a crab which defended a cautious Alexis.

    She called out "Constellation Art! Cancer Symbol!"

    Then the barrage of black balls fired at every direction as a large sphere made of bright blue light grew around the body of the determined Tucson.

    "Light Release!" He called. "Absolute Zero!"

    The light continued growing until it shined all over the area. And there was a great explosion.

    A few minutes later, the smoke which covered the entire area faded. The secured Alexis floated in the dark sky as her barrier protected her. Floating at the other side was the exhausted Tucson with his hands remaining before him as the yellow glow still shined from his eyes. And standing at the center of the two individuals in the air was a tired Alexis.

    On the sandy ground below was the soldier Tiger who pounced away from his opponent Kalree who pushed away his right hand in a Rising Crescent pattern. Moving his hand had made his long whip of yellow light spiral around him. And two of the hooded people remained in the air away from the battles while carrying the unconscious Duo.

    Aika held her right shoulder with her left hand as blood poured down. A small cut was placed on the right side of her forehead while poured down blood as well. And her entire body was covered in dirt.

    After he performed his last pounce away, Tiger gave a loud screech as he shot a large wave of shiny blue energy from his mouth to his distracted target. And Kalree was blown away until he fell face down on the ground.

    The tired Aika blew out small breaths while she floated between the watchful pair of Tucson and Alexis. Then the villainous looked forward and gave a sudden chuckle.

    Tucson asked her "Why laugh now?"

    Aika continued giving out a creepy laugh until she answered "You all have such intelligence and little awareness."

    As her barrier faded, Alexis flew closer as both her hands were pushed forward.

    "And why do you say that?" implied Tucson. "It seems you have spend most of your ki trying to destroy us just now. Your partner is down. And your other soldiers are gettin' quite scared. You're simply defenseless."

    "Look behind me," Aika informed him. "It seems your technique has temporarily blown out the city's barrier. You have little ki to fight with yourself."

    The wicked woman gave a loud chuckle and added "The barrier that surrounded your entire city. It was nearly perfect. But the barrier was made of technology that may have shortened out due to your great technique. And this... This leaves you and your city wide open."

    "She is correct,"

    Alexis carefully looked around as she reported "The barrier that was created by the engineering of Mr. Seven appears to be disposed of for a short time."

    The chuckling Aika lowered her head and replied "You... are... defenseless."

    A young male voice whispered "Tempestas Coccineus!"

    Suddenly, a large gust of red wind blew from behind the unsuspected Tucson who shielded himself using his right wrist. And someone appeared from thin air before Tucson.

    This was a person wearing a red outfit consisting of short sleeves and long leggings. He had a thin golden collar around his neck. Wrapped on each wrist was a black gauntlet. And covering his feet were black shoes with mahogany toe caps. He also had a long black coat which was zipped up and a hood covering his head. And the white skull crest was placed on the front left side of the coat.

    "By the gods!" cried Alexis.

    The hooded person slowly turned his face to Tucson who stood by his left side. And the observant Tucson found the gloomy black eyes on the emotionless person.

    "This guy," implied Tucson. "He has those eyes Detective Fakinos has!"

    Alexis looked forward at the newcomer and responded "This boy. Is he another Tao wizard?"

[luimagines]

oooh i have an idea, how would dear reader reacts to the chain's secrets? they could be canon like wolfie being twi, or something you headcanon!

Masterlist

I procrastinated on this one admittedly because I had no idea where to take it but after writing out a list and appointing a secret to each boy. I have it done.

Some things are definitely headcanons.

Part one will include Hyrule, Sky, Warrior, Four and Wild.

Content under the cut!

Hyrule

The battle wasn’t necessarily hard to deal with- the monsters weren’t difficult to deal with and there weren’t a lot of them to begin with.

You slashed, dashed and kicked every enemy away from you and watched as they fell to your blade. Every new step revealed a new purple cloud as you danced around the battle field.

You saw Wild and Twilight fighting back to back with practiced ease and handling it as well as you were. Warrior and Sky was side by side closer to Time and Legend than the rest of the group was and Four and Wind were up in the trees striking the enemy down at a distance and no doubt scheming something while the going was easy.

The only one you had no idea where he was, was Hyrule.

And that didn’t take a lot to dive into your brain and wriggle uncomfortably until your own insecure thoughts pushed you to go look for him.

Between the monsters and the land mines of purple smoke, it was a little difficult to find him.

But when you do- he does something you don’t fully understand at first.

You manage to run into him in a clearing, but he doesn’t notice you at first. Instead, you see him take his sword and run it through his palm. His blood coats the length of his blade, and it drips down his hand onto the grass below.

He watches the monsters in front of him and dances for a minute around them before he takes a breath and kills them effortlessly.

You frown and step toward him. “Why did you do that?”

Hyrule jumps higher than should be physically possible and doesn’t catch himself on the way down. He falls flat on his butt and looks up at you with wide and startled eyes.

“Are you ok?” You kneels next to him and go to take his injured hand. “What on earth were you trying to do?

Hyrule jerks his hand back like you’ve burned him and you see the magic flow through the air around his wound- closing it like it never happened.

“Link?” You frown again and slowly place your hand in your lap. You’re confused and a little afraid for him. You know that blood magic is taboo for a reason and is typically avoided more often than not because of its’s dark nature- but you never thought Hyrule of all people would dabble in it.

“I’m fine.”

“Link.” You stress a little more. “What were you trying to do? I didn’t think you were capable of blood magic... At least you don’t usually use those kind of spells. Is that why you fight on your own for a while each time?”

“I’m not using blood magic.” Hyrule frowns and stands abruptly. 

“Then why-?”

“It’s not important.”

“Hyrule, you’re hurting yourself. I’d say that that’s pretty important.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Don’t make me get Time.” You threaten. “I’ll get Legend too. I bet they’ll get some answers out of you.”

“You won’t just drop it, will you?” He sneers

“Nope.” You stand and cross your arms. “What were you trying to do?”

“I was just checking something.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like if a curse would work or something?”

Hyrule tenses and he crosses his arms- instantly looking away from you.

“WERE YOU ACTUALLY TRYING TO CAST A CURSE?!” You screech.

“THE CURSE WAS CAST ON ME!” He yells back.

You both still for a moment and wait for the forest to show any signs that others might have heard you.

The sounds of distant fighting continues and after a minute of waiting some more, no one shows up to check on either of you, so you’re safe.

You turn back to your companion and furrows your eyebrows. You lower your voice just above a whisper just in case someone might be on the way but now you need answers. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He scowls- a face you’re not used to seeing on him and throws his arms down his sides in anger. “Back home, Ganon cast a curse on me. The monsters need my blood in order to resurrect him and I can’t risk letting any monsters from my time getting to me. I need to check if the other monsters will follow suit.”

You blink, not expecting that answer but your anger flares up regardless. “So you go out on your own to check this curse because your blood is needed to resurrect hatred incarnate? What if you’re overpowered? What if they do react to it? How are we supposed to help you if you’re alone?”

“It’s my problem to deal with. I don’t need-”

“Shut up.” You scowl and grab him by the shoulders. You shake him roughly for as long as you speak. “We are your friends! We care about you! We don’t want to see you hurt! We’re going to help you! Whether you want it or not- we’re not to let you deal with this alone. Not while we’re here.”

“Stop shaking me.”

You let him go.

“I won’t tell the others because I know you wouldn’t like that.” You say. “But this stops today. You hear me? None of us are just going to let these freaks near you and this is not necessary while you have a whole team of heroes just as pissed about the situation as you are. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear.”

“How clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Good.”

Sky 

Sky wakes up one day with a far away look in his eye which immediately puts you on edge.

Not only that but to make it worse, he doesn’t stop looking at you.

He looks scared.

Every five minutes you swear you catch him looking in your direction only to look away in haste when you look back at him.

No one is saying anything and it doesn’t help your paranoia.

With some people walking ahead you, you step back and take a spot next to Sky. You notice that he’s tense and walking robotically, and trying to match your pace. “Dude, what’s up? You’re freaking me out.”

Sky trips over himself and finally looks you in the eye. “What do you mean?”

“You woke up like you saw a ghost. You’ve been looking over to me every five minutes and even now you look like you want to sprint away from me. Did I do something?”

“I.. Ummm...” Sky stutters for a minute before swallowing whatever lump was in his throat. “I just had a dream... is all.... I’ll get over it.”

“I’m assuming it had something to do with me then.”

“No, not exactly.” Sky’s quick to speak even if you can see the beginning’s of sweat collect on his brow. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Want to talk about it?” You tilt your head. “It looks like it really shook you up.”

“Oh, um, I-”

“Maybe you died and Sky freaked out.” Legend pushes you forward and away from Sky. “He doesn’t have to talk about it if he doesn’t want to.”

“Ok, my god, Legend slow down! Not everyone is as emotionally constipated as you! Talking about things is healthy and important!” You shout over your shoulder, trying to dig your heels into the dirt with little to no luck.

Legend seems a bit stronger right now that he usually is, you bet it’s his power bracelet.

If Sky actually looks a bit paler at Legend’s claim than neither of you notice.

The day passes a little calmer after that, Sky seeming to have calmed down enough to not be so weird and it something you’re quick to forget about.

By the time the afternoon hits, a bunch of dark and foreboding storm clouds roll in.

Somehow, Sky manages to find it in himself to walk next to you again and does his best to stay close.

You don’t mind it and even jokingly pull his sail cloth over your head when it begins to rain on your group. It’s not particularly strong and there’s not a lot of options to rest and take cover, so you bare with it. Sky lets you keep the sail cloth over your head surprisingly.

But then there’s thunder and you see lightning in the distance and bite your lip. “Maybe we should hunker down or something?”

The rain goes from gentle drops to a down pour within seconds and the group runs a bit to gain as much cover as you can in the nearby tree line.

Sky pushes himself in front of you and shoves you behind him with enough force that you’re fully knocked over. In one fluid motion he lifts the Master Sword skyward and charges the blade, tossing it away from the group in a glowing blue arc. It cuts through the grass and even splits the first tree it strikes in half before dissipated into the air. 

You would have been struck by lightning if he didn’t do that.

“Sky?” You get up and try to wipe as much mud off of your pants as you can. “Are you ok? How did you know that would happen?”

Sky gulps and takes a deep breath as he looks at you with wide eyes and understanding. “I saw it in a dream.”

“Oh...” You gasp and reach out to him shakily, putting your hand on his shoulder. “You have dreams then?”

“Yes.” Sky looks at his sword and hesitantly puts it away. “Sometimes.”

“Ok then...” You nod and look around the group. They’re all in varying stages of shock, surprise and concern.

Everyone is looking at Sky.

“We need to get out of the storm.” You say in lieu of changing the topic. ” Who knows if there’s more lightning on the way and there’s a lot of metal within the group.“

“Right.” Time nods and does a not so subtle double take in his attempt to leave it be. “Let’s go.”

You nod back and nod once more to Sky and wrap your arm around his shoulder. you lead him forward and lean into his space to whisper into his ear. “Thanks.”

“I’m just glad I made in time.”

“We’ll talk later ok?” You smile in hopes of alleviating some of the tension. “I have some questions if you’re willing to indulge me.”

“I suppose it’s only fair.”

Warrior

“He’s a cute kid.” Warrior mentions randomly one day. 

You startle and jump, nearly dropping the image. You scramble to catch it and successfully do so after playing hot potato with yourself.

“Warrior, a little warning please.” You sigh and attempt to clean your finger print smudges on the glass. “But yeah, my little brother is cute. I hope he stays that way.”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about.” Warrior shrugs. “He grows up to be a fine and upstanding young man. Good looks run in the family. ”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Thank you, I’m sure they do.”

Warrior comes to stand next to you and gently turns the glass over to see the image better.

“Warrior?”

“Hm?”

“Am I doing the right thing?” You sigh.

“What do you mean? I’d say you are. Sacrificing yourself for the good of a better tomorrow- for your family- for your loved ones- but that’s not what you’re talking about are you?” Warrior lets you take the image back.

“But he’s so young... and I’m supposed to take care of him.” You gulp. “I just want him to be safe and sound and healthy but I can’t really do that from- from... I’m here instead.“

“Well... no said it was going to be easy.” Warrior offers lamely.

“What if he grows up to hate me?” You clench the glass tighter at the thought. “I just abandoned him, didn’t I? Oh my god-”

“Hey. He loves you.” Warrior takes your shoulders in his hands and shakes you somewhat. “He admires you greatly. You’re his hero. He looks up to you even now. He’ll understand when the time comes.”

“Even now?” You sniff. “What does that mean?”

“Years have passed and he hasn’t stopped looking up to you and how you did everything you could for him, for Zelda and he’s trying to make you proud-”

“Warrior he’s five, how do you know this?”

His mouth shuts with a click of his teeth.

“Warrior.” 

“Um... I... He...”

“Link.” You pocket the glass and face him head on. “When did you meet my brother?”

He stares at you for a moment and deflates. “During... during the war of my era.”  

“...What?”

Warrior hisses and brings his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “He showed up around the same time that Wind did but he talked about you.... and I guess you talk to him about me because he wasn’t really surprised at what was happening.”

“How old was he?” You bite your lip, already dreading the news.

“Older than me actually.” He offers with a tight smile. “I never asked him but if I had to guess I would have put him in his mid twenties. The oldest Link to start his adventure compared to the rest of us...”

“But he still...” You deflate as well and hug your arms around yourself. “He still has to go doesn’t he? I can’t save him from it. Even now, I... I can’t- I fail him in the end then.” 

“He doesn’t see it that way at all.” Warrior catches you before you fall to your knees in despair. “He admires everything you’ve done for him, everything you’re currently doing. You kept him from danger for as long as you could- until he was old enough to take on his destiny. That’s more than any of us could say.”

“I don’t want him to go through any of it though.” You sob and lean into Warrior for support. “That’s my baby brother Warrior- how am I supposed to be ok with this?”

“I don’t think there is a way.” He admits. “Nor do I think you should be.”

“I can’t keep him from it.”

“But you can and have been postponing it.” Warrior rubs circles into your shoulder as you cry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you even more.”

“I miss him.”

“You’ll see him again.” Warrior grips you tightly. “He also did very well all things considered. He became an older brother to me and to Sprite and Wind... I don’t think Wind has figured it out yet that your brother and Lucky are the same Link though.”

You sniffle and calm down slightly. “Was he awesome?”

A laugh is startled out of him and he chokes on the snort and cough that tries to leave him at the same time. “I’d say he was better than me... And he claims to have never held a sword until then.”

“Good.” You nod. “He’s the best brother in the whole world.”

“Yeah, he was.”

Four

You’re walking on a random trail as the day dies down and you’re partner is Four for the hour.

The sun rests behind you comfortably and you talk about the different weapons from each others Hyrule. You’re no smith- but you do think it’s an interesting process and try to take notes where you can.

As you trade your notes and laugh at the more ridiculous stories from one another, you look down and notice something weird with Four’s shadow.

It almost looked like it was laughing along too... in the opposite direction that Four was looking in. But you blink and it’s as if it never there.

Maybe you’re tired.

You have been walking all day and perhaps it was a trick of the light.

You don’t think on it too much and go back to talking with your friend.

Hours later-you’d think that it would be the end of it but it isn’t.

In fact, you can’t sleep. And the way it moved was different than it should have been and the more you look into the memory there more obscurities than there should be. Not to mention that Four gets weird around shadows or whenever they are mentioned.

You stare up at the star filled sky as you think about the incident.

“I’m telling you I think they saw me.” A new voice says.

You’re thrust into the moment and attune your hearing to the direction it came from.

“I think you’re thinking too much into it. How could they have seen you?” It’s Four.

You close your eyes and roll over in the same direction, pretending to still be asleep.

The voices take a minute to pick up again when you do that.

They were watching you.

“They stared at me for a solid minute- how did you miss that?” New voices hisses.

“They were laughing-”

“You were laughing, you love sick fool. They looked at me. They saw me. I’m going to blow the secret and you’re not even listening to my warning.”

Your eyes snap open and you push yourself up as quickly as you can.

You instantly spot Four sitting by the fire, but you’re not surprised by that. What really takes your attention is the new person next to him- who looks uncannily like your friend.

But with purple hair...

And red eyes...

And darker skin...

“Four what the hell?” You blurt.

Four responds quickly and as intelligently as he can manage.  “Uhhhh...”

The person next to him curses and runs a hand through his hair. “I told you. I told you. I told you.”

You lock eyes with the new guy and introduce yourself.

He huffs and crosses his arms, his face darkening slightly- or again- maybe it was a trick of the light. “I’m Four’s shadow.”

“His... shadow...?”

“Yes. That’s what I said.”

You nod, wide eyed before turning to Four with a million questions in your eyes. He can see it and holds his hand up to his mouth, pressing his knuckles harshly against his teeth as he waits for them to start flowing out of your mouth.

“Love sick fool?”

“Shadow you snitch!” Four screeches and takes a swing at him.

His cry is loud enough rouse some of the others but only really wakes up two of them. You stare tensely as Time and Legend sit up fast enough to nearly throw themselves into the fire as they turn to Four.

“Sorry.” You whisper yell to save his honor.

Shadow is nowhere to be found.

Time and Legend turn to you as the only other one awake and each raise an eyebrow in tandem.

“Ni-nightmare. I yelled. I’m sorry.” You try to act like you just woke up as well and try to hunker down into your blankets.

Time sighs and wipes his eyes. “You ok?”

“I will be.” You try to smile but you’re too nervous and it comes out more forced than it should- but perhaps that helps you sell your little fib.

Legend for his part glares at you before he sits down with a solid thump and throws himself dramatically back into his bedroll. 

No words are exchanged between you two.

“Everything alright Four?” Time yawns as he also begins to lie down again.

“Yeah. All good here.” Four laugh nervously and waves him away.

Time nods, no longer paying attention and slowly... nearly half an hour later, you see that the two of them have fallen asleep again. Thankfully neither of them seem to realize that it didn’t sound like your voice at all.

Shadow appears again from somewhere and takes his spot next to Four. “Nice going.”

“Shut up.”

“Four, I have questions.” You sit up and make your way over to the two of them.

Shadow raises an eyebrow. “What’s there to explain?”

“Everything?”

“Ok. Ok. Both of you, don’t start. You caught us fair and square. Sit down.” Four sighs and gestures to the other spot next to him. “It’ll take a while.”

“Done.” You grin and nearly run over a sleeping Sky in the process. “Tell me everything.”

Wild

“Has anyone seen Mr. Champion?” You glance up after doing a supply check through your bag. You’re running a little low on rations and know the resident cook usually has some to spare.

But you haven’t seen him in a while.

“Didn’t he go to get fire wood?” Wind tilts his head.

“Wasn’t that at least an hour ago?” You respond, furrowing your eyebrows as you think about it more. Where did Wild go?

“He hasn’t come back yet?” Warrior sits up straighter. Now the rest of the group is a little more aware of their missing member and each start subconsciously checking the tree line as if he were about to come back that very second.

“I can go look for him.” You offer, standing up. “Maybe he got distracted. We are in a new area.”

“Oh great, he could be miles away and we’d never know.” Legend groans and throws his head back. “Just what we needed.”

“Have a little faith Vet.” You snort. With a quick jump and skip over the supplies, you begin to leave the camp behind. “Try calling him Wind, I’ll see if I can go find our missing chef before dinner.”

“Please do.” Time nods. “We’ll start a full search party if you’re not back within the next hour though. It’s getting too dark.”

“Noted.”

“I could find him faster.” You hear Twilight say but you’re already too far away to back down now.

Truthfully, you have no idea where to start- but you imagine that to find Wild- one must think like Wild.

You pick a direction and stick with it.

At some point maybe fifteen minutes in you reach a small creek and begin to follow to stream upwards.

It’s really more like you’re taking a hike than searching for your friend and you begin to feel a little stupid even if realistically there’s no other way for this to be done.

That is- until you see him anyway.

He’s seems to be frozen in place, staring off into the distance with his hands still held mid air, gripping the canteen he appears to have been filling up.

It confuses you and you stand there staring at him to move- to blink- to do something. But he doesn’t. “Wild?”

No response.

“Champion?” You call a little louder and begin to tip toe a little closer to him. You’re afraid that even the slightest snapping of a twig would break whatever spell he’s under and you don’t fancy a violent reaction out the man who can easily blow the whole area up with little to nothing.

But still no response.

“Link!” You hiss and eventually reach his side. He hasn’t once turned in your direction or even acknowledged your presence and you begin to doubt that he’s even conscious.

His eyes are open and he’s knelt beside the creek but maybe he got hit with some magic or something- you don’t know.

You gulp and place a hand on his shoulder. You shake him lightly but when that also proves to not do anything you begin to shake him more and more until you nearly throw him over-but he does not react at all.

“Oh boy... What on earth happened to you?” You bite you lip and begin to look around. He’s too heavy for you to carry on your own and also too far away to yell for help or assistance.

You should have dragged Twilight with you.

Suddenly he takes a deep breath and blinks rapidly, shaking himself back into the present. 

You freeze and tense up considerably as you watch him come back to himself.

Wild stretches and looks up at the sky before standing up. “Twilight’s not going to like this.”

“No. I don’t think so.” You reply.

He freezes as well and looks at you by only shifting his eyes. “How long were you here for?”

“A while...” You admit. “Maybe fifteen minutes. You were gone for over an hour. I got worried.”

“Oh. That’s not so bad then.”

“You ok?” You gulp and slowly drop your shoulders from your ears and unclench your fists.

“Yup. Peachy.”

You nod and continue to lower your guard- not trusting this one bit. “May I ask what that was?”

“Just a memory.” He shrugs and tries to walk past you.

“A memory?” You frown and turn on your heel to follow him. “A memory? I shook you head enough to nearly throw you into the water and you claim it was because of a flashback? I’ve heard of disassociation before but I think this is more like astral projection through dimensions. You were completely gone!”

“It happens from time to time. Nothing to worry about.”

“What if something came up behind you and killed you?” You argue. “I’d say that’s something to worry about. Does this happen often?”

“Everyone once in a while. Maybe once every other month. It depends really. It doesn’t happen as often as it did in the beginning though.” Wild admits and gestures for you to follow him.

You do- but you keep asking him questions.

“So this is normal?”

“For me? Yes.”

“For you?”

“I...” Wild hisses slightly as another thought comes to his mind. “I never told you did I?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m going to assume that no, you didn’t.”

“I get memories from my old life from time to time when something triggers them. I used to have amnesia but I’ve got most of the my memories back at this point... By now it’s just filling in little blanks.” Wild shrugs. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Oh...” Understanding calms you somewhat. At least it’s not a magic spell or anything. “How did you get amnesia? Do you remember that?”

Wild stops in his tracks and looks at the ground momentarily before looking up again and walking forward. “I died.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I died.”

“Huh?”

“I. Died.”

“WILD!” You tense up again and follow him without hesitation. “What do you mean you died? Did you heart just stop or were you like blow up or something- Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I’m being super insensitive right now, aren’t I? But I don’t understand! I don’t- Wild- Link- you can’t just drop a bomb like that. Are you like a ghost or something? No. Wait. You can bleed and I’ve seen you crash into more walls and rocks than I care to admit.”

“This isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting.” Wild frowns and cuts you off. 

“ArE YOu oK?!”

“I’m here aren’t I?”

“But that’s not what I mean- How can that even make sense-”

“Where did you think I got my scars from?” Wild cuts you off once more with a barely restrained snort as he bites his lip.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m fine I promise.”

“Wild nooo....” You whine and Wild thinks for a minute that the information upset you so much that you’re going to cry. “Who did it? I’ll kill them with my bare hands. Who hurt you?”

Wild comes to a full stop again and sighs. Deep and tired but he tilts his head and offers you his hand. “Do you want the short story or the long?”

“Long story please.”

For the first time since this conversation started, Wild smiles even if it’s faint and subtle. “Alright, let’s take the scenic route back. This might take a while.”

Part 2

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Young and Beautiful

overview: spencer and reader spend the day together and feel like little kids again

genre: fluff

a/n: ok i think this concept is so cute but i feel like i wrote it dumb LMAO but its fine i'm excited tho lmk if y'all like it at all :)

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the setting sun peaked through the trees as you and Spencer walked around aimlessly. it wasn't often that you had days off, let alone enough to spend together. and the city was curiously empty, the usual bustle of the day having died down by evening. most people are itching to go home on a random Wednesday night.

"i really don't like the look of those clouds y/n." Spencer warned, pointing towards a large, dark gray cloud.

"i already told you i checked the weather and they said no rain!" you countered, though you had to admit the cloud looked pretty hefty. "it will probably just pass us over."

he hummed a hesitant agreement and carried on with the conversation you two were having. you looked around as the two of you talked, taking in the peace of the moment. the light breeze, the the hum of distant cars as you neared a park, the way the sunlight sparkled in Spencer's eyes as he talked, a golden tint covering the world around you.

he watched you soaking up the beauty around you, wondering if you ever saw your own. you were truly the most beautiful person alive. inside and out. he smiled to himself as your eyes lingering on the empty playground.

"you wanna go to the playground?" he asked, your eyes lighting up.

"is that weird? like were fully adults why is that twisty slide calling my name?" you giggled.

in a surge of confidence, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the playground with you, the rouge on your cheeks masked by the flush of a quick run. when he was around you, he felt like a kid again. you did too.

you tried not to think about how your hand tingled from holding his. it was only a couple of seconds and probably meant nothing, but you couldn't shed that wonderful feeling.

you guys raced to the slide, giggling like a bunch of school kids at recess. he beat you to the twisty slide, climbing quickly to the top and sliding down head first right off the end. you followed immediately after, arms stretched in front of you like superman and landing on the floor next to him.

"God, this reminds me of making a 'best friend' every time i went to the playground as a kid," you laughed, standing up and offering him a hand.

"cant say i relate to that," he chuckled, grabbing your outstretched hand and hoisting himself off the ground, sending a surge of electricity through his veins.

"oh come on! you never met another kid at the park and you two swore to be best friends forever and then never saw each other again?"

"nope," he replied, popping the p, "i didn't go to the playground much when i was little, nor was i the most sociable kid."

"hmm..." you hummed, "well i think you need to experience that."

he chuckled, but this time it was your turn to grab his hand and lead him somewhere. you two ran to get under the jungle gym, his long legs struggling to fit underneath.

"what are we doing under here?" he laughed, grunting as he pulled on his legs so he could sit criss cross.

"you're making your first ever playground best friend." you answered simply, sticking out your pinky. "do you...state your full name.."

"Spencer Walter Reid." he laughed, looping his pinky with yours.

"do you Spencer Walter Reid pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" you asked, trying hard to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

"i do." he answered, shaking your intertwined pinkies up and down after he was met with silence.

"ok now ask me," you whispered.

"do you...state your full name.." he echoed.

"y/f/n." you giggled.

"do you y/f/n pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" he asked, stifling a smile.

"i do." you answered, pinkies still linked in front of you.

"ok now what?" he whispered.

"by the power vested in me by this playground, i now pronounce us best friends forever. we may now kiss our thumbs." you announced.

he laughed confused and you both leaned in, pecking your own thumbs on the pinky promise hand, only the distance of your linked hands between your lips.

he blurted a fact on the history of kissing, how it was used in the olden days to seal the deal. he also mentioned how all the pinky promises he's ever done never involved him kissing his thumb, you laughed and said that it must be a Vegas thing.

you two used just about every piece of playground equipment, truly feeling like little kids again. giggling and screaming and being immature, your inner children completely taking over.

a clap of thunder interrupted you two while taking turns jumping off of the swings. your eyes grew wide as you looked at each other, recalling how you swore it wasn't going to rain.

just as you opened your mouth to say it still might not rain, it started absolutely pouring. the both of you were drenched in seconds, grabbing haphazardly onto eachothers hands and breaking out into a sprint, running as fast as both of you could in the direction of Spencer's apartment (which was much closer than yours).

but he did not have the long distance endurance, and to be honest neither did you and after a few minutes of running, you guys were still about half a mile away, huffing and puffing and soaking wet.

Spencer wasn't sure if most of his breath was lost from running, or from holding onto you this long. maybe a mix of both?

"lets just walk! were soaked already so who cares!" he shouted over the pitter patter of the storm, still hand and hand with you.

"who are you and what have you done with Spencer," you laughed, lifting your joined hands above you and twirling underneath.

he only chuckled a response, this time he lifted your intertwined hands allowing you to twirl again, humming a classical piece horribly off key.

the two of you started dancing down the sidewalk, spinning and jumping and swaying and leaping and laughing til you could barely stand. his lanky limbs flying left and right as you took turns humming different styles of music, even opting for an Irish jig at one point. and all in the pouring rain.

this was arguably the most fun either of you had ever had and we all know what happens to time when you're enjoying yourself. before you knew it you guys had arrived at his apartment.

water dripped from the both of you as you ran up the stairs, slipping and sliding all over the place.

"let me give you some of my clothes to change into so you don't have to drive home all soaked," he offered, unlocking the door and beckoning you to come inside.

"thanks bestie," you giggled, suppressing a shiver as you stepped inside.

he grabbed two towels, handing you one as you followed him into his room and watched him searching his dresser for something to give you.

he gave you a pair of sweatpants and told you to pick any sweater you wanted, causing you both to turn a deep shade of red as you realized you were sharing clothes.

he grabbed some clothes for himself and went to go change in the bathroom, letting you use his bedroom for more privacy. it was always the little things he did for you that made your heart burst.

you pulled his sweater over your head, taking in the smell of him that lingered on it. you smiled to yourself as you did, realizing you're already close enough with him to recognize it.

you finished changing and walked out of his room, seeing him reading on his couch, lounging in comfy clothes.

the sight of you in his clothes left him speechless, he imagined if you two were dating this might be a common occurrence. he shook his head of the thought and stood up as you offered him a smile, grabbing your keys off of the counter.

"thank you for today Spencer, it was.." you looked up at him trying not to get lost in his eyes, "..so much fun."

"thank you for making me feel like a kid again, there aren't many people who can do that. i don't know what i would do without you" he smiled, stepping slightly closer to you.

you couldn't believe your ears, or what was about to come toppling out of your mouth. he was just being so sweet and sentimental, your brain short circuited.

"love you forever." you blurted, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

to your surprise (and delight), he stuck out his pinky, which you gladly looped with your own.

"love you more." he professed, leaning in to kiss his thumb.

him admitting this gave you an incredible rush of confidence and as you both went in to seal the deal of the pinky promise, you tightened your pinky with his and pulled your hands down, pecking his lips with your own.

it was a quick kiss but you still felt like you were on top of the world.

Spencer barely had time to process what had happened before it was already over. he couldn't believe it. the perfect kiss with the most perfect girl and he nearly missed it.

he pulled you back for one more, slightly longer kiss, just to make sure. you both smiled into it, floating around on cloud nine.

you pulled away and smiled widely at his lovesick face before giving a small wave and walking out the door, scampering down the stairs and out to your parked car.

he snapped out of his daze and ran to the window, waving goodbye to you with the worlds dopiest smile on his face. it dropped suddenly as he realized he never truly asked you out on a date.

"y/n!" he called from the window. you looked back up at him and waved, "do you wanna go out this weekend?"

you laughed before calling back at him, "its a date!"

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My Maribat Betrothal AU: Take Two

Okay so people like that post that is more of a train wreck produced by my sleep-deprived brain. I expanded on it and added some changes. Fair warning: Most of my ML and DC knowledge came from Maribat fics, a few episodes and the DCU movies like son of Batman. I have Mari's pov and background stuff written and it needs some editing. Anyways, enjoy <3

It is not a continuation but: @alysrose-starchild, @buginetye, @lookatthestars1, @blackroserelina, @macncheesemonster, @mochinek0

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PART 1

Damian groaned.

He was not having a good day.

First, Father decided to pair him with Todd, TODD of all people, for patrol.

Second, while doing a stake-out for the warehouse near the docks which might be used as storage for criminal activity and enduring Red Hood's annoying taunts, they both were knocked out by tranquilizers and his mother's face was the last thing he had remembered seeing.

"Don't worry, little one. You are just fulfilling your duties as heir to the Demon's Head. Then, all will be perfect." She had said, just before he fully lost consciousness.

Third, he woke up to being chained up with a major headache. Taking a bearing of his surroundings, the room he was imprisoned in had two exits, an iron door and a window that had the view of his childhood home. He was dressed in wedding ensembles of the League of Shadows. Red Hood was chained up next to him as well but unlike him, still had his suit and helmet on. Glancing to the other side, he saw a raven-haired girl, chained up and dressed in the black and gold robes of a bride. She had also retained consciousness and was staring at him.

Bluebell eyes met his piercing green.

His betrothal was petite with Asian features. She had freckles dotting her button nose and rosy cheeks.

She is fragile and will break easily, he thought. Why did his mother want him to marry such a weakling?

"Savez-vous où nous sommes? (Do you know where we are?)" Her voice was sweet and trembling with fear. Her eyes were wide and seemed filled with innocence yet carrying great sadness. She was an Angel, an ordinary girl, not fit for this harsh and unforgiving world she was forcefully going to get married to.

She opened her mouth to ask another question and suddenly, she went limp, appearing to be unconscious. Damian furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did she-

A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching and the iron door opened to reveal his mother.

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Jason woke up to the sight of the Bitch Talia and Demon Spawn, face to face, glaring at each other.

Talia broke the tense silence.

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Married? The Demon Spawn is getting married?!

Jason saw through his helmeted vision, a girl about Damian's age, chained up like them but not yet awake. He raised his hand and saw the shackles around his wrists. The chains were connected to the wall. He experimentally yanked the chains, drawing Talia’s attention.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Jason said vehemently.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Talia stood up and grabbed Ladybug’s(?) hair and yanked so that her eyes met the girl's. The girl, who unfortunately was going to be the Demon Spawn's bride, lets out a cry and starts to tear up. Jason felt anger at how she was being treated, seeing the girl as a little sister already.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Demon Spawn growled out. The girl starts babbling in French. From the little French Jason knows, she was begging for mercy.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.” Damian spat out.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection." Talia countered, letting go of the girl.

Miraculous? Guardian? What the hell?

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

The mother and son begin to bicker. Damian refusing to marry and Talia trying to change his mind.

“Yes, both have to be willing to be married but the curse placed on both of you will ensure that you will agree.”

The dark haired girl had stopped crying and started whispering in a strange language when the fight started, fiddling with the silver ring she wore. Jason saw a terrifying smile crossed the face of the girl across him that chilled him to the bones. Later, a black blur came out of her robes and went through the door. He wondered if he imagined that before he was a determined glint in her eyes.

He blinked.

Talia was choking on the chains that were previously chained to the wall and were now around her neck. Fortunately for them, Talia had closed the door after her entrance and the guards most likely to be stationed outside didn’t storm into the cell. The girl whispered something in Talia's ear, making the woman's eyes widen with what could be fear.

The experienced assassin struggled to get free and gain an upper hand on the girl but was unsuccessful, passing out from the lack of oxygen and strangely strong grip of the small girl.

What happened next was surprising. She breathed hard on her shackles which instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust.

Holy Shit! Demon Spawn's girl is magic. Jason knows his mouth was hanging open under his helmet at that realization. Damian seems to be in the same state.

Talia didn't have the keys to the locks. Being crafty like that. Bitch

"Call me Lady." she said in lightly accented English as she summoned black orbs at the tip of her hands. “Stay still.”

She then proceeds to place her hands on Jason’s shackles, turning them into nothing more than specks.

"I am Red Hood." said Jason, rubbing his wrists.

"The little shit here," as he kicked Damian's leg, " is-"

"Damian Al Ghul" she said the last name with venom. She moved on to Damian's bonds. "Son of that bitch over there, grandson of Ra's, demon heir, blah blah blah. Hold still, mon mignon. I am sure you don't want to lose a hand."

Damian stopped moving at that, due to the pet name or fear Jason couldn’t tell but by the red at the tips of his ear, it could be the former. And she used her powers to free him.

Lady somehow managed to use what remained of the chains to hog tie Talia up.

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“How do we get out?” Damian asked, inspecting the blade that he flinched from his mother.

“Hey, kit.” A nasally voice called out. “I checked out the place we are in. Like you asked. The way to the Throne room is heavily guarded and they seem to think old Ra’s the target. The Pits are guarded too but they are nothing you can’t handle.”

“What is that?” Jason shrieked.

“Thanks, Plagg, you will get that camembert danish when we get back. This is a kwami, a god of sorts and his thing is destruction so I wouldn’t insult him if I were you. He likes to go by Plagg”, answered Lady, which doesn’t clear up Jason’s confusion.

“So, Pigtails, what’s the plan?” The floating, black cat-shaped god(?) asked.

“I was thinking of destroying the Pits to give Al Ghul a middle finger and call Maman to use the Horse to get home.”

“We need Tikki to get rid of it..”

“I will just tell Maman to bring the earrings.”

Damian snorted, “That sounds like a foolish plan. You are insane and not strong enough to take on the League alone, despite having a ‘god’ of destruction at your side. This Tikki or magic earrings will destroy the Pits, many have tried. And sorry to disappoint but no horse can make it up the mountainside of Nanda Parbat.”

“Have to agree with Demon Spawn here and I rarely do that. Your plan sounds insane, Pixie. You are just one girl. Let us help, we know the League better than you. We can come up with a better one.” Jason was worried for the girl, she was crazy if she thought her plan would work.

Lady smirked, “It is a perfectly sound plan. I know what I am talking about. Despite the weak girl act, I am no Damsel in distress. After this is all over, we will split our ways and hopefully, never see each other again.”

“We can’t separate. My mother said there is a curse that will ‘make us fall in love.’” Damian said, using air quotes. “You need to come with us so we can get someone to break it.”

“Fine. But I need to do something before I am coming with you. Plagg, Claws out.”

Bright green light flashed around her and she was now dressed in a black bodysuit with green linings. It was armoured at the chest, knees and elbows. (Add whatever details you want, I can’t do it. Jacket, designs, use your imagination) Her gloves were claws-like, reminding them of Selina and there was a belt carrying some vials, pouches and throwing stars. Her hair was now longer and braided and seemed to move on its own. Cat ears were attached to her head. Her eyes were changed so the sclera were the same shade of blue as her iries and the pupils were slitted like a cat. A black domino mask framed her face. Two ten-inch daggers appeared out of thin air in her hands.

The transformed Lady did the inhuman feat of kicking the door open. The assassins stationed outside were immediately knocked out by Lady.

“Well, are you coming or not?” She called out, before running down the corridor. Jason patted his shocked brother’s shoulder, “You doing okay there, demon spawn?”

“Tch, Let’s go, Todd.” Damian replied, trying to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest.

[rwrights]

WE'LL BE OKAY - NAT.

summary : nat and you never got along. reasons still unknown, but it was affecting the whole team. steve assigns you both to a mission, with natasha acting harshly. she said something to you before heading off. she got in your head and the aftermath wasn't so pretty.

contents : angst (??) / fluff

warnings : mentions of blood, guns, bullying, cursing and just occasional marvel fight scenes.

NOT PROOFREAD. a/n : my first fic aaaahhh !! i was inspired by a lot of similar fics like this, but mostly by this WANDA FIC WRITTEN BY @/maximons - i suggest you give it a read BCS ITS SO GOOD ARRGH <3

you don’t know how the feud started between you and natasha. you couldn’t tell if it was because of your age or because you were new.

you had quite an age gap with the former assassin, being a striking 24 years old, but according to the russian - you might as well have been 12 years of age.

unlike most of the avengers, you had a decent childhood. it wasn’t filled with trauma, and death, and basically what some of them unfortunately went through. you grew up in the suburbs with your mum and two older siblings. you got all the toys you wanted and everyone loved you! because of that, you were always polite and cheery - it’s what made people like you. you were funny and usually managed to put a smile on people faces ; usually.

natasha found your positivity irking and unnatural. how could someone be so, happy? she felt as if you were shitting rainbows down her throat, and god, did she hate it. how could someone like you even have the guts to be an avenger?

she enjoyed picking fights with you out of nowhere, and as fun as it was at first - the hostility only progressed and became a disruption to the whole team, including you. you tried your best to really become friends with natasha - or at least be civil with her. but the more effort you made, the worse she treated you. all you wanted to do was make it a little easier for the team, you all have enough crap to put up with and the quarreling between the both of you was definitely not needed.

─── donk.

“nat! y/n! conference room one, now!” steve’s loud voice called out through the speakers placed throughout the compound.

you set your book aside before running down to the conference room as you were told. you walked passed natasha, already giving you a sharp glare from afar. she adjusted her speed and basically ran to where away from you. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her as you trailed behind.

you entered the room, greeting everyone politely before sitting down next to wanda, who saved a space for you.

“alright, now that we’re all here..” cap began, walking around the table where you were all sat. “we’ve got a mission for two of you,”

“did you call us here to compete for it? because i am so getting this mission.” natasha stated, pointing at everyone as if she was threatening them. “uh, no.. not exactly. we’ve already assigned the mission to two of you..”

“who?” she asked, wanting to leave the compound immediately and get some action (not the peepee way).

“you and y/n,”

hearing your name, you just froze. you couldn’t help but stare at steve as if he was out of his mind.

“what?!” natasha squeaked. “i’m sorry, but there is no way i’m going with her. it’s probably best if i go on my own!”

“that’s just mean..” you replied quietly, in your seat. you weren’t in the mood to argue, so you tried to contribute as little as possible into this conversation. “cap, if natasha doesn’t want to do the mission with me, i’m totally fine with sitting this one out.”

“oh, don’t suck up and use your y/n reverse psychology on this. it’s not gonna work,” she spat, obviously mad about the whole situation. “nat, i’m being serious. i know how much you’ve been dying to go out, so please. just take it.”

“no, y/n, you’re going with nat. we’ve decided this already.” steve stepped in, trying his best to set his foot down. “steve, i think you know this isn’t going to happen.” natasha glared.

“you either go together or y/n takes someone else.”

“steve! i swear i’m fine!” you argued, seeing how natasha’s ears were practically steaming from anger. “i-”

“no, you know what? fine. enjoy your mission, y/l/n.” she growled as she stormed out of the room. you couldn’t do anything but watch as she slammed the door shut. as much as you wanted to chase after her, you and everyone else in the room knew you’d probably make the situation a thousand times worse for natasha. you sighed and slammed your head on the table in exhaustion.

“we’re sorry, y/n. we thought her need for a mission would make her say yes even with the partnership.” bucky said from the other side of the room. your head shot up almost as quickly as you blinked. “what do you mean?”

“we thought sending you two on a mission together could… make the arguing stop - even by a little.” steve explained, sighing. you laughed at them, did they really think that would work? did they know the obstacles you went through to try to get on her good side? your first few weeks were HELL because of it.

“it’s alright.. clint? what do ya say?”

“always up for a mission, y/l/n.” he smiled, giving you a fistbump.

─── donk.

clint knocked on natasha’s door after the meeting. “nat? it’s me,” he called, nat opening the door a few seconds after.

“can you believe them? they know how much i dislike her and they’d send me on a mission with her? Bozhe mo! (oh my god!)”

“nat, y/n is awesome. it’s been months, it’s getting tiring.”

“oh, please. it took forever to get any of you guys to trust me. doesn’t mean it has to be the same with her.”

“nat, she’s a kid!”

“ugh, don’t say it like that. it makes my thoughts uneasy..” nat replied, mock-gagging. clint glared at her as he playfully shoved her. “you’re so stupid.”

“and oh, i’m going on the mission with her.”

“wait what?! but you’re my best friend, why would you take it!” she exclaimed. “i never say no to a mission, nat. you and i both know that. i thought you did, too.”

“i would’ve taken it, but.. no! i’m not losing this fight.” she huffed as she fell on the bed. “turn the tv on, i need to distract myself.”

he did as he was told and decided to stay and watch with her until dinner.

─── donk.

it was the day of your mission and you were making your way to the hangar. to your surprise, you saw natasha waiting there. you smiled at her only to receive another sharp glare. yeah, what a surprise. you looked away and decided to wait for clint.

not long after he arrived and said his goodbyes to natasha, just as you were going to aboard the ship, she grabbed your wrist and whispered in your ear.

“you’re gonna trip and get yourself shot, y/l/n.”

“what the hell? i’ve barely left and you’re already telling me i’m gonna fuck up?” you retorted, angrily. you weren’t in the right state to panic or stress. especially not before you were leaving. “have fun, y/n.” she smiled, dripping in faux kindness.

you followed clint onto the ship and couldn’t help but shake in fear. great, now you were worried. you didn’t want to fuck up. you weren’t planning to.

“you’ll be okay, y/l/n. i’ve got your back.” clint reassured, seeing the panic clouding on your face.

“thank you..” you mumbled, but natasha’s words never left your head.

─── donk.

“something seems off, clint.” you whispered, looking around and keeping your guard up. “i agree, y/l/n. it’s too quiet.. too easy.” he replied.

just as you were going to reply, someone charged at you from behind, getting a hold of your throat. by instinct, you kicked his shin and flipped him around. “clint!” you called out as you knocked your attacker out.

suddenly, groups of people were coming towards you - fully armed. “clint!” you screamed, pulling your gun out and shooting as many of them as you could. “shit!”

“y/n, it’s a trap!” clint finally replied, making you roll your eyes as you threw your fist at a guy’s temple. “yes, clint, i’m aware!”

“keep your guard up, y/l/n. you can do this!”

“there’s-” kick. “too many-” elbow. “of them!” shoot.

“try to hold out for as long as possible! i’m on my way,”

you looked up to see more men charging at you. “ah fuck,”

you grabbed one of the guns from the guys you managed to knock out and aimed. “clint, i can shoot right?” you asked for permission, not knowing if you were supposed to kill them or just simply knock them out.

“yes, y/n. you can shoot.”

“thank you!”

you silently thanked god for the gun you chose and started shooting at the guards. you quickly threw it away as they ran out of bullets and grabbed two pistols and continued to run and shoot away.

as you focused on getting a certain guard, one of them slid under you, quite literally slipping you off your feet - probably making you twist your ankle, giving one of them an opportunity to get a clean shot of your thigh.

the bullet went through your thigh, making you scream in pain. “fuck!” you shot back at him immediately and slid up onto the wall.

well great, another thing natasha was right about.

“y/n?!” clint called, hearing you scream. the worry in his voice was evident, it managed to make you smile for a second until you dodged another bullet.

“i’m okay!”

no, you weren’t. you could barely stand with your fucked up ankle and the hole in your thigh, but you continued to shoot and fight.

“just.. hurry up, please!”

you used your bad leg to kick a guy down and use him as a ledge. you cursed as you ran out of bullets. there were guns scattered across the floor, thanks to you. you just grabbed the nearest ones and looked back up.

as quickly as you did, a shot went through your shoulder and your abdomen. “gah fuck!” you collapsed on the floor as you tried to control the bleeding. you got up for a second to shoot back at the closest people and went back down. “clint, hurry up!” the pain was too much, the bleeding wouldn’t stop and your ankle looked like a fucking bean. you started to get nauseous, but tried your best to stay up.

“i’m here!” he yelled as he aimed at a few people in front of him. he ran towards you, finally seeing your state. “oh my god!” he kneeled down, putting pressure on your wounds to help with the bleeding, but the blood just kept seeping through “you just said you were okay, idiot!”

“i know, i didn’t want to worry you..” you mumbled. “no, no! y/n, you have to stay awake. come on!” he picked you up and started running away to go back to the ship. “you’re okay, y/n. tell me you’re okay right now.”

“i’m okay.. i’m okay, clint.”

“yeah, yeah, you are.”

you tried making it to the ship, but you were already so tired. “i’m gonna nap, clint..” you said before passing out.

─── donk.

clint alerted steve about you right when you passed out. they were rushing you out to the med bay to perform surgery on your injuries.

“she told me she was okay, steve. i thought she was okay!” clint screamed, he blamed himself for what happened to you. only if he arrived a few seconds before. you wouldn’t have been in the situation you’re in now.

“no, no. this isn’t your fault. neither is it hers, it happens, okay? we put ourselves at risk every time we step out of here. y/n was brave, alright?

wanda rushed down to the medbay, reaching for the door before pulling her back. “wanda, we have to let dr cho do her job right now. she’ll be okay.. y/n will be okay.”

she cried into steve’s shoulder - her best friend was being operated on. you were being operated on! the thought of you getting hurt never crossed her mind because she knew you were strong.

the team soon heard about the incident and let their worries out, obviously caring about you. natasha was confused about the whole hassle.

“vision!” she called out. he turned around and walked towards natasha. “how may i help you?”

“what’s the hassle about? everyone keeps whispering,”

“mr barton and ms y/l/n have returned from their mission, but ms y/l/n has suffered some major injuries and has been in surgery for about an hour now-”

hearing that, she sped to the medbay, thanking vision quickly. she saw wanda, steve and clint waiting around. “no, no, where is she?!” she yelled, making the three of them look at her in shock. “she’s still in-”

she tried running into the room like wanda did, getting pulled back by steve. “natasha, we have to let dr. cho do her job.”

“i need to see her!” she exclaimed, not being able to breathe. “what happened to her? what major injuries?!” she demanded.

“broken ankle, shot through her thigh, shoulder and abdomen..” clint recited, looking down at his feet. “where were you!? how could you let this happen?!” she roared, genuinely shocking them.

why did she suddenly care about you? well, yes, you suffered major injuries, but why was she getting mad?

“natasha! enough!” steve scolded. “this isn’t clint’s fault, and you know it.” he said, sternly. she didn’t reply as she panted. wanda held her hand as support, needing it for herself as well.

─── donk.

an hour later, dr. cho finally walked out of the room. everyone stood up in eagerness.

“is she okay?” steve asked, immediately.

“y/n suffered major blood loss, but we are lucky none of the three bullets hit any major arteries. she has also quite definitely broken her ankle, so i’m putting her on bedrest for at least 6 weeks until you get her up and going again.”

“main point, yes. y/n is okay.”

a smile broke out in all of their faces. “thank you, doc!”

“you may see her now, but she hasn’t woken up yet. don’t be too loud.”

they all walked into your room and stood beside your bed. “she looks so peaceful,”

“she definitely looks better right now than earlier,” clint joked, earning a soft laugh from the three of them. they stood by you for a while until natasha spoke up.

“um.. could- could i be the one who stays with her until she wakes up?”

they looked at the red head in surprise, “are you sure, nat?” steve asked.

“yeah.. i just want to be here.”

“alright,” they smiled softly at her before leaving.

she held your hand and stayed with you, waiting for you to wake up. it took for a while so she managed to fall asleep, holding your hand.

you slowly started coming back, groaning from the late pain you experienced. natasha jumped in shock and saw that you were awake.

“you’re awake!” she whispered, making you turn to her. “natasha? what’s happening?”

“you passed out during your mission. i know i told you you’d slip and get shot.. but i didn’t actually mean slip and get shot, idiot!” she scolded, flicking your forehead. “gah! it was an accident, i was doing fine,”

“no, you have three holes in your body. and not the good ones,”

“nat??” you replied, shocked. “did you just joke around with me?”

“no..”

“you’re holding my hand.. what did they bribe you with?” you asked, quickly getting suspicious. you tried pulling your hand away, but she only held onto you tighter. “nothing! i.. i volunteered. ask steve and wanda! and clint!” she replied, defending herself quickly.

“well, if you volunteered.. what do you want from me? i’m not gonna be leaving the compound for at least 2 months, so you can have all my missions-”

“no, y/n. truthfully, i just really want to apologize.”

“huh”

“i know i’ve made your first few weeks really hard and even after being here for months, i still managed to.. you know.. make it hard for you. in full honesty, i genuinely don’t know why i’ve been so horrible to you. i had a hard time opening up to people - and.. you were just so welcoming and i got scared. not an excuse for my actions, by the way! i was horrible and i’m so sorry.”

“thank you for your apology, i forgive you, nat.” you smiled, squeezing her hand. “i also.. have feelings for you.” natasha added, avoiding eye-contact with you. “you whAT?!”

“i-”

“i like you too! but are- are you serious?”

“yes, y/n… i like you. guess that’s why i was so defensive about.. literally everything.”

“nat.. thank you. for opening up to me. it genuinely means so much - especially after all this fucking time, you asshole.”

“are we okay now?” she asked, hopeful.

“yes, nat. we’re okay.”

[shotosprincess]

♡ dating the bnha boys — hcs

｡･:*:･-: ✧ :,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･-: ✧ :,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

➪ shoto todoroki

pls you’ve prolly been terrified of him for a while prior bc of how ?? talented ?? the mf is ??

but mans prolly saved you at some point and there was this lingering stare you two shared before he left you at recovery girls’ office; were you reading too far into things ?

spoiler alert: you weren’t.

anYWAYS-

he’s the kind of boyfriend to tenderly brush your hair for you and attempt to learn how to tie and braid your hair up in cute ,, simple designs !!

he’d always be ready with little things you’re constantly forgetting; extra snacks,, water,, a fully charged portable charger ,, trust me when i say that man is pREPARED- after all ,, he needs to be ready with everything to take care of his little sweetheart ,, does he not ?

ONLY TWO POINTS IN AND IM ALREADY CRYING BC I LOVE HIM SM BYE BYE BYE

at some point he’d find you sitting on the roof by yourself late at night,, only to stay with you and let you fall asleep on his chest as he drapes a blanket over you and heats it up a lil with his quirk

OKAY YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THAT MAN WOULDNT HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU AT ALL TIMES AND WOULD SOMETIMES EVEN GET LOWKEYHIGHKEY KINDA SAD WHEN YOU DONT LET HIM

prolly bc he just wants to prove to you that he can be useful

pls just let the man know he’s useful and important he never shows it directly but he needs the reassurance—

he’d give you a warm massage w his quirk whenever you’re in pain :”)

HIDES AND PROTECTS YOU FROM MINETA BC HE KNOWS DAMN WELL WHAT THAT LITTLE SHIT FANTASIZES ABOUT

loves heating//cooling things for you ,, like instant noodles or ice packs !!

surprises you w jewelry that have his initials on them !!

GIVES THE BEST CUDDLES I SWEAR

would hold an umbrella for u while you loop your arm into his as the two of you walk home through the light rain :”)

cries into your chest sometimes after youve fallen asleep bc it’s late nights like these when he reflects on just how lucky of a guy he is to have you— it’s hard for him to articulate it directly ,, but when he does fully open up to you ab it ,, you end up crying too .

WOULD 110% MAKE THE TWO OF YOU YOUR OWN PERSONAL LIL ICE RINK AND TEACH YOU HOW TO SKATE // DO FUN FIGURE SKATING DUOS WITH YOU

➪ katsuki bakugou

prolly got with you initially bc of a dare ( and he nEVER passes up a dare ) ,, but eventually those feelings started to become real and honestly ? it kinda scared the shit outta him . he didn’t know why ,, but for some reason he didnt actually want to leave .

OKAY LARA JEAN AND PETER MF KAVINSKY TYPE BEAT ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ HIT US WITH THE FAKE RELATIONSHIP TO REAL RELATIONSHIP TROPE YESYESYES

teasingly-mean nicknames = his love language . enough said .

AGGRESSIVE !! KISSES !! ALL !! THE DAMN !! TIME !!

makes you wear his hoodie whenever you show even the sLIGHTEST hint at being cold

he just rly wants to see you in his clothes

he’s so clueless on how to do this whole boyfriend thing ,, but he’s definitely trying bc it’s for you :”)

watches and tries so desperately to copy all the cute couples in the movies you guys watch together

“ roses...do you want roses ? “ “ what ? “ “ the guy in the movie gave her roses...do you want roses too ? “

but at the end of the day you just appreciate him for who he is and that’s more than enough for you :”)

PLS DENKI AND KIRI ARE CONSTANTLY SHOCKED AT HOW MUCH HE’S TRYING FOR YOU

will take any and every opportunity to show off his strength and quirk to you <3

now we all know this man gets jealous hella easily ,, and its no different w relationships :”) he’d constantly make it a point to hold you extra close to him in public ,, show you off on social media and call you by a nickname//petname whenever possible just to reiterate to ppl the fact that you’re his and he’s yours

WOULD LET YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO HIS EYELINER AT 2AM PURELY BC YOU GOT BORED

pls i could rly see myself doing that i wont lie

honestly sometimes he forgets himself and his temper gets a little out of hand ,, but the second he sees his feral reflection in your fearful eyes,, he pulls you to his chest and apologizes profusely :”))

➪ denki kaminari

MF PROLLY GOT WITH YOU BC OF A RIGGED GAME OF SPIN THE BOTTLE AT MINA’S PLACE I CANNOT SEE ANYTH HAPPENING OTHERWISE

one tiny kiss turned into two ,, which turned into three ,, and before you knew it ,, the both of you were spilling out the pent up feelings you had for one another all this time—

mina never shuts up ab it ,, she’s so proud of her matchmaking skills

when the power goes out during a storm ,, he holds onto you tight and plays w your hair as he uses his quirk to turn things back on ,,, “ shhh it’s ok,, i’m here “

will do anything and everything to make you smile <3

he has a lil album in his camera roll with all his favourite pictures of you ,, which is practically just all of them tbh ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

HE LOVES SHOWING YOU OFF IN THE MOST WHOLESOME WAY POSSIBLE !!

super energetic n bubbly but at the end of your dates he passes out right away in your arms

you make sure to wrap him up in blankets and give him an overload of kisses after he’s rly asleep though

will work embarrassingly hard to win you stuffed animals at the fair !! it doesn’t always work ,, but it’s cute nontheless <3

some of the staff and children at the fairs get pissed off but oh well ,,, what you do for love

pls he prolly makes you lil bento boxes for lunch every now and then ( ESPECIALLY DURING EXAM WEEK ) w tiny notes and designs taped on them

constantly calls you “ shawty “ lowkey un ironically and dice rolls in ur direction whenever he sees you ,,, you just end up laughing and playfully punching him

I JUST KNOW HE DOES THE F BOY LIP BITE FACE CONSTANTLY

ITS AN ADDICTION FOR HIM I SWEAR

SUPER CLINGY BUT IN THE CUTEST WAY AAAA

LIL STICKY NOTE LOVE LETTERS FROM HIM IN YOUR LOCKER EVERY !! MF !! DAY !!!

you both agreed that at home cozy netflix dates w microwave popcorn and fuzzy blankets >>> movie theatre dates

110% made a playlist for you at some point when he crushed on you from afar and shared it w you after you started dating

he made a collaborative playlist for yall AND multiple playlists of songs that remind him of you afterwards

pls i just kNOW this man’s love language is making playlists

theyre prolly all categorized by mood or smth too w the cutest covers ever pls

➪ ejirou kirishima

you initially met him bc he was hella upset and alone this one time and you were the only one to notice and be there for him bc he ran away from everyone else to hide the “ uNmanLy “ tears :”))

takes you w him on his lil gym visits ,, hypes you up with every little thing u accomplish !!

constantly teasing bakugou with how he’s able to pull you and how lucky he is to have you

bakugou gets hella annoyed most of the time and just blasts him away-

idk bro i just feel like kiri prolly calls you “ adorable “ alot i wont lie-

LOVES HAND HOLDING,, takes any opportunity to hold ur hand and trace lil casual patterns across your knuckles w his thumb

sometimes he’ll even draw lil hearts on your hand

play fighting but sometimes the two of you get too carried away and he actually loses half of the time-

LATE NIGHT GAME NIGHTS WITH HIM AND THE BAKUSQUAD,, he loves being on the team against you so he can get all competitive

OK HEAR ME OUT;;;; DANCE BATTLES W HIM AS YOUR PARTNER AGAINST RANDOM PPL AT PARTIES

mans gets hella insecure ab himself sometimes ,, so he loves doing lil things for you !! opening a can ,, pulling the blanket over you ,, zipping up your jacket <33

STOP WAIT THATS SO CUTE BYE I WANT THAT

lets you dye his hair—THATS HOW MUCH HE TRUSTS YOU BYE

pls yall prolly aggressively play wii sports and just dance against one another on a regular basis;; it’s literally your thing and you cannot tell me otherwise ahjdjfj

pls i just KNOW this man’s an overly passionate wii player

will wrap his arms around your waist and hug u from behind as you make breakfast

WOULD WEAR MATCHING EARRINGS W YOU IF ITS FOR YOU

slow dances in the living room at midnight w you !!

eventually as you spent more time together ,,, you were able to change his idea of “ manliness “ ,, and he was able to realize that manliness is not equivalent to stoicism and that expressing ur feelings is still totally manly and totally valid !! <33

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry XV

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), grief, death, some elements may be untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Lord Barnes faces the consequences of his actions.

Note: Yesterday’s chapter was intense, right? Well, here you go.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

The solemn servants carried the board as the woman's broken figure rested atop it. None knew if she was still alive and none were brave enough to ask. They just did as they were told as the duke, Lord Barnes, walked behind, his artificial arm gone, snapped from the impact of his fall, and his expression stony but bruised. He was streaked in blood; his own, the horse's, hers, maybe all three.

His closest friend, Lord Rogers walked beside him, mostly unscathed from the undue violence of their competition. The king and his wife trailed not far after the party as the body many feared was a corpse was balanced on the wide plank.

They were directed to the duke's chambers but did not move the woman from the wood. Instead they placed it atop the bed as her shorn skirts fanned around her and her stained sleeves laid like wings over her arms. They jostled her as they let the board down but she did not groan or gripe. She likely could not, if she could do anything at all.

The duke paced and stopped now and then to stare at the woman as he awaited the physician. The king and queen sat grimly on the cushioned bench before the dwindling hearth and the other nobleman stood by the window.

"Where is the healer?" Barnes growled as he came to the foot of the bed, "they will kill her with their indifference."

"He is coming," Samuel assured, "it will not be time that kills her, likely,"

"Oh shut up," the duke snarled, "she will live. I know she will."

"Brother," the queen said softly, "she was trod into the dirt… you cannot think--"

"She must, she must," the duke babbled and gripped the bed post as his eyes clung to her lifeless form, "she cannot--"

The knock came and Lord Rogers retreated from the curtains to open the door. The physician entered with his assistant and a chest with leather straps. He approached the bed with a morbid gaze. He looked her over then blinked at the silent duke.

"I am told she was caught beneath a horse," he said.

"Yes, yes, she…" Barnes' voice drifted off as his lips stayed parted. He was senseless as he could not look away from her.

The healer sat carefully beside the board and softly touched her throat. He nodded as his fingers pressed down and he brought his other hand to feel more firmly. He gave a long sigh and carefully moved her head.

"She is breathing. Barely. Her neck isn't broke but…" he felt along her shoulders and arms, her sides, and stirred around her skirts, "other parts of her, likely inside too."

"Can't you help her?" Barnes croaked.

"I can try," he replied hopelessly, "even if by some miracle she survives, she won't be the same. Not fully."

"Do what you can," the duke bid, "and the rest of you can go."

"Bucky…" his sister stood, "you shouldn't--"

"I said go," he snapped, "go away."

He turned his back to them again and stretched his fingers. He was shaking. His mouth was dry and yet he felt bile in his throat. She was stupid, she'd done it upon her own foolishness, so why did he feel so rotten? 

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She was a shell. Lord Barnes stared at the woman, cocooned in strips of linen atop his bed. It had taken so long for them to cut her out of her gown and bandage her. When he closed his eyes, he saw the damage done to her fragile body.

He didn't sleep, only fed the fire and watched her. He didn't pray, he didn't speak, he just sat there, ignoring his own pains. She could have killed him too, he reminded himself, he wished she had.

She hadn't awoken, hadn't even twitched, at times, he was certain she'd stopped breathing. But he would lean in and listen, too afraid to touch her, and he heard the deathly rasps. Then he sat again and watched and watched and watched. Nothing happened.

The physician returned with the day. She was the same as before. He checked her arm in its splint and went through his careful inspection of her. He gave the duke the same empty words. Nothing more could be done.

The days passed as such. The physician tried to feed her with assistance from his aide and they cleaned up after her humanly messes. They changed her bandages, a painstaking task, and shook their heads as they left.

Nearly a week went by and the knock at the door was heavier than that of the healer. Lord Barnes called for his guard to let in his visitor and the duke was on his feet at once. He curled his lip as the Baron entered with a tall thin man at his shoulder.

"My lord, I've not come to provoke you, though I do realise your distaste for me but I hope for the sake of this… woman you would set it aside," Lord Zemo spoke carefully. Barnes was surprised how the other man did not flinch as he came to stand close to him, his fist gripping wantingly at his side.

"Why else would you come but to pester me?" Barnes sneered.

"I have heard reports of the unfortunate woman who did collide with your horse. I have found her weighing often on my heart and despite what has transpired between us, she is innocent of all that," he glanced forlornly at the bed, "This is Werner. He is my personal physician. He has treated every type of ailment, even a similar injury suffered by a stable boy."

"I have a healer," Barnes insisted.

"I am aware but what is one more opinion on the lady's condition," Zemo argued, "you needn't bide me, only the healer. He is at your whim, not mine. Yes, Werner?"

"My lord," the taller man bowed to each nobleman in turn, "with your permission, I would review the lady's wounds."

Barnes inhaled deeply. He shook his head at Zemo and shoved him back. The other man stumbled and the physician watched in shock.

"I don't want your help," Barnes hissed, "how dare you come here. Be gone before you are in worse condition than her."

"Lord Barnes, can we not--"

"We can't," Barnes gritted his teeth, "now go. I am too tired for you."

Baron Zemo looked at him placidly and lifted a single brow. He turned to his physician and gestured him away. They turned and went back to the door. The foreign lord stopped before he passed into the corridor, "the offer stands despite all this. Just send for Werner and he will come."

Barnes stormed over and slammed the door behind the Baron. He hit it with his fist and swore loudly. He turned and leaned against the wood and dropped his head back. Why couldn't anyone just leave him alone?

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The day after Zemo’s appearance, another unexpected knock sounded from the corridor. Lord Barnes barely heard it as he was half-asleep in the chair. It shook the door again and he woke with a start. He stood and stumbled over, too hoarse to call for his guard to do his job.

He opened it and reeled at the sight of the young Lord Parker. He scoffed and made to shut the door. Parker caught it and gave him a desperate look, brows drawn together and eyes sparkling.

“Please, I did come to see her but there is something I must also speak to you on,” the viscount urged, “please, hear me. For her.”

Barnes’ eyes tingled and his lashes flicked away the droplets. He shrugged and stepped back, retreating back to the chair as the boy entered. Parker closed the door gently and his lightly footsteps crept over the floorboards. The duke stared at the wall and wiped his sweaty hand on his breeches.

“So, what is it?” he asked.

The younger lord stood by the bed and stared down at the unconscious woman. He was pale, deathly so, and he spun away from her with a gasp of dismay.

“It is my fault,” he said, “she spoke to me before she ran in front of your horse. She said how I’d hurt her and she was right. And I only did it because I thought it would help her. That it could save her from you, even that it might protect my family as well.”

“She spoke to you?” Barnes asked as his hackles raised.

“Would you begrudge her that? Even now?” Parker faced him, “look at her! I claim my part in this horrid thing but you… you are just as guilty.”

“Is that why you came? To tell me I killed her?”

“Killed? She--”

“Not dead yet but she is dying. I know it. I’ve seen men die, it isn’t any different with women,” Barnes felt the tears well and wiped them away and sniffed, “and yes, I do know it is of my doing.”

Parker was silent and shifted on his feet, “I’m sorry.”

“Good bye, Lord Parker,” Barnes huffed.

The other man hesitated but slowly moved to the door. He glanced back before he left and as he did, the wind from the corridor blew out the only lit candle. Barnes sat in the flicker of the fireplace and leaned forward to hold his face. His chest tightened as the dread coiled up his spine like a snake.

He thought if he didn’t say it aloud, it couldn’t be. He thought he could save her still. He hoped…

He stood and marched to the door. He ripped it open and grabbed Lester by his cowl, “go! Zemo’s man, fetch him.”

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Werner changed the woman’s bandages and stood to wrap up the used strips. It was the third day he’d been to the Duke’s room and the lady did appear more lively, even if she had yet to wake. Her breaths were deeper and there was a new tone to her complexion. The physician packed up his chest and tutted.

“I know my master is… a particular sort of man but you should have called me sooner,” Werner said, “your healer, he did not wrap her ribs well enough and he should know how to feed a patient in her condition properly.”

“Thank you,” Barnes said, “is she getting better?”

“Better than she was, certainly, but will she get any better? Well, my lord, where I am from, we do not dampen the truth with hope. This is likely as good as she will be ever again,” he held his chest under his arm as he faced the duke, “many who have faced a horse’s step have not fared so long.”

“And there is nothing you can do? Nothing else?” Barnes frowned.

“I can see to your own wounds. The ones you’ve not treated,” he offered, “you’re lucky the cut on your cheek has scabbed and not festered. You should allow me to examine the rest.”

“Suppose… suppose you are right,” Barnes relented, “the cuts and bruises are mostly healed but I have a pain,” he touched his shoulder, “I’m afraid I’ve made it worse in my anger.”

“If you would,” the physician replaced his chest on the bed, “you might remove your tunic and I will have a look.”

Barnes nodded and carefully stripped his tunic. He hadn’t replaced the arm forged in steel and wood. It was useless anyway. The healer moved around him and felt along his shoulder and told him to lift his arm. 

“It is still in place but likely sprained--”

Both men froze as the woman coughed. Barnes pulled away from the physician and raced to the bed. The taller man caught up to him and stopped him with a hand on his chest. He tapped his bare skin and held up his finger.

“Wait, don’t--” Werner moved to sit next to the woman as her body tensed and and her breath harried and stopped all at once, “there is trouble.”

He bent and listened to her chest then moved to open her mouth. He opened her lips and covered them with his own. Barnes had never seen such a practice as the man blew into her mouth and pumped her chest. He was careful but firm as he varied between puffing and pressing.

“Is there anything I can do?” Barnes asked.

Werner shook his head as his tending grew more frantic. He leaned over the girl again as he stopped and he touched her cheek daintily. He was quiet as his hand moved to her chest then his fingers crawled back up to her neck. He stiffened and sat up. He looked over at Barnes as the wrinkles around his eyes deepened.

“She is dead, my lord,” he said as he drew his chest into his lap and stood, “her heart seized. The pain, it was likely too much for her.”

“Dead?” Barnes echoed airily.

“My apologies, I did all I could--”

“Dead.” Barnes affirmed, “well, then I suppose you might send for a carpenter.”

“My lord?” The physician questioned.

“For the coffin,” the duke answered bluntly as he turned away, “I thank you for trying as hard as you did. I should’ve let her go sooner.”

[mythicalgemwrites]

Selkie x F! Reader (Linn) Part 1

Sorry for not posting earlier guys! I've been very busy with online classes.

Warnings: mentions of drowning. Pics are not mine, all credits go to the owner!

M! Selkie X F! Reader

Living on an island your whole life has its perks. From the fresh scent of the salty ocean air to the calming sounds of the waves crashing lazily, it never failed to wake you up with a serenity that could be found nowhere else. You had lived alone with your Toller pup for the past couple years, in the house that your grandparents had left for you. You grew up with them, as your parents always had to move from town to town due to their profession. They were both marine biologists and had taken up a job at a top secret research facility when you were 12, so they decided to let you stay with your beloved grandparents. However, on a stormy day a couple years ago, when you were 19, both your grandparents got caught in a storm while they were out fishing, and they never came back. During the funeral, you had found out that in their will, they had stated that you should get the house, in the event of something tragically happening to them.

And that’s how you got the house three years ago. When it became too lonely, you decided to adopt a Toller puppy for company, and you had named him Sam, which was your grandpa’s nickname. He provided good company and unconditional love, which is important in every home. The house had its own dock leading to the beach, so every morning, after your walk, you’d put Sam’s retriever genes to good use and play fetch with him, fetching the ball from the ocean was one of his favorite past times. Whenever you brought him to the beach, you sometimes feared he was going to be the reason why someone almost drowned. To date, you were grateful nothing like that had ever happened, but you sometimes couldn’t brush off that fear. You were a writer, and sometimes, you couldn’t control how far your imagination went, and sometimes, the words you put on paper would be some of your worst fears, if they were to come alive.

As the days go by, and the weather gets chilly, you would often take Sam on a walk to the nearby cove, usually in the warmer months it would be filled with children playing by the beach and in the waters, but as the weather got cooler, it was mostly couples going on romantic walks, or some who preferred the solitude, just came to enjoy the sunset. On this particular day, there weren’t many people by the cove, just a couple strangers. It was around 6:15 when you threw the ball the last time, and waited for Sam to retrieve it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, fully inhaling the chill autumn air, when you heard a whelp coming from the water. Opening your eyes, you saw Sam caught on a wave, and struggling to get back to you. In a panicked state, you took off into the water, not worrying about the growing current, but more worried about your faithful companion, struggling in grasps of strong waves, at least for a dog his size. As you grab him by his collar, attempting to pull him out, another wave comes crashing into the two of you, causing you to go under. Trying to call for help, and failing, as the water fills your lungs, you stop struggling, knowing it might make your situation worse, however, Sam starts barking, with his head barely above the water.

Suddenly, you could feel yourself being pulled out of the water, and being held against a broad chest by strong arms. Once you reached the water, you looked at your savior, beautiful greenish-blue grey eyes met yours, and you saw a cute familiar face looking back at you. It was Linn, the barista in the cute local café. You had to admit, you’ve always had a crush on him, but from afar. You didn’t know anything about him, except that people claimed that his family had lived on the island for years, centuries even.

He had shaggy brown hair, and small freckles were scattered along his face. With his help, you got up from the ground and called out to Sam. “Are you alright? I saw you getting pulled under and saw your dog barking. Do you want me to call someone?” he asked , in a boyishly deep smooth voice. Gaping like a goldfish out of the water, it took you a few seconds to process what was said. Coughing, you rasped out “ Yes… I’m fine, thank you! My dog , Sam, got caught in the waves, and I tried to get him out.” you started babbling like a lost child. “ Can I call someone to come get you?” He asked again, a hint of concern in his eyes. “ oh, no… no it’s okay, I live alone, well with Sam. There’s no one to call.” you said, trying not to act like a 15 year old who just couldn't help but be nervous around her crush. “I’ll be fine, really, I just need to walk home and dry out. Thanks again for helping!” you exclaimed. Calling Sam to you, the both of you started to walk home. “ Hey! Wait!” you heard Linn calling from behind, “ I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay. It’s getting dark anyway. I’ll see to it that you both get home safe,”. Before you could say anything, you felt him putting his jacket over you, helping with the chill. You didn’t realize you were freezing until he wrapped his jacket around you.

When the three of you reached your home, Sam was happy to be back in the warm embrace of his bed. Standing by the door “ Would you like to come in? Maybe a cup of coffee… or tea or anything else, if you prefer?” quickly giving him the option of whatever he preferred, to make sure you didn't seem ignorant. Sure, he worked as a barista in the local café, but that doesn't mean he loved coffee, right? “ Um, sure! Anything will do,” he said, as he followed you in. Looking around, you kicked yourself in your head, not keeping up to the schedule you set yourself for cleaning up around the cottage. Sure, it was decent, but paper everywhere? A heaping amount of mugs were strewn around your coffee table, as you sat there working on your next work.

Quickly picking them up and moving them to the sink, you filled up the kettle and turned it on to boil. “ There’s tea and coffee in the cabinet above the kettle, feel free to help yourself. I’ll go get dried up,” the words left you, as if you were telling them to an old friend, hoping to not make a fool of yourself anymore, you gave him a sheepish smile and made your way upstairs to your bedroom.

(Linn pov)

I made my way to the cabinet, looking through the various tea blends. Something which would help with the cold temperature would be nice. There in the right corner of the cabinet, was a box of peppermint tea. It would definitely help make her feel better, since she was soaked to the bone. I can’t help but feel a sense of concern for her. This beautiful strong woman that I always encounter in the café I worked in, and possibly have a crush on, I can’t believe I never spoke to her. I’ve always seen her writing in the corner of the café, in her spot, as my coworkers and I have labeled it. She always seems so sure of herself, and always seems ready for anything, but today, out in the water when I saw her struggling, something came over me. I had to save her, felt a sense of protectiveness for her, hence why I offered to walk her home. Taking two bigger than average mugs from the cabinet, I filled them up with the boiling water, after placing a tea bag in each and placing them on the coffee table before the couch. Her dog was in front of the heater, longing for some warmth and hoping to dry off. I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Sam laying before the heater, trying to get warm. Making my way to the tiny laundry room, I picked up Sam’s towel. Making my way to him, from the corner of my eye I saw Linn, sitting on the couch, two steaming mugs of what seemed to be one of my teas in front of him.

“ I made some peppermint tea, it helps with colds, we don’t want you to catch one now do we?” grinned Linn.

Thanking him, and taking the mug he held one, I sat next to him on the couch. Keeping some distance between us, I asked him if he wanted to use the bathroom to clean up.

“ If you have any spare clothing that might fit, I’d like that! It’s okay if you don’t though!” he nervously exclaimed. “ I do have some spare clothing that belonged to my grandpa, they should fit. Gimme a sec! I’ll go grab ‘em, and a towel too!” I exclaimed, leaving the cozy embrace of the couch.

Making my way to my room, where I kept a spare drawer full of my grandparent’s clothes, I dug out a jumper and a pair of pajama pants which belonged to my grandpa.

When I went down, I saw Linn drying Sam with the towel that I had left by his dog bed, and Sam being the belly rub loving dog he is, happily accepted Linn drying him with the towel, belly rubs being a necessity. Letting out a chuckle at the scene before my eyes, I held out the spare clothes and a fresh towel to Linn.

“ There’s a bathroom two doors left from the stairs upstairs,” I exclaimed, reaching for the doggy towel he left by the couch and chucking it in the laundry room. “Thank you,” he exclaimed, leaving to go to the bathroom.

Once Sam was dry enough, I picked up my mug of tea, making myself comfortable on the couch. Looking out the living room window, rain droplets trickling down the class, I sip on my tea, waiting for my guest to arrive from the bathroom. A couple minutes passed, looking up when I heard soft footsteps heading towards me, I offered Linn a smile and patted down the space next to me on the couch. “ Here, you can leave once the storm stops,” I handed him the mug.

We both sat beside each other, talking about what we remember about my grandparents and how we never spoke to each other when we were younger. Sam sitting at our feet. The dying fire casted a warm allure on his face, illuminating the soft scattered freckles. Hours passed as we enjoyed each other's company over another mug of tea, laughing at all the brief mutual moments that were shared between us. He mentioned that he would always get excited to see me whenever I visited my grandparents by the docks. I didn’t want to admit it, but I always loved to catch a few glimpses of him, whenever he wasn't looking as well.

I laughed at his words, tired but somehow feeling rejuvenated. It had been a long time since I last laughed with someone. It felt good to let go.

His expression of awe paused me mid laughter. He was gazing into my eyes, as I his. For a brief moment, his gaze averted to my lips. Moving his gaze up to my eyes, as soft as a whisper “ May I kiss you?” he asked, a foreign emotion lingered behind his now soft eyes.

Giving him a gentle nod, I felt him place his hand at the nape of my neck. Inhaling a deep breath, his scent which reminded me of the sea with a hint of musky peppermint enveloped my senses.

Linn leaned in, gently bringing my face towards his. He closed his eyes, and for a brief few seconds I admired him until mine shut involuntarily as I felt his lips on mine. After a few seconds, he pulled away, still gazing into my eyes, “ I’ve been wanting to do that for quite a while now,” he said, with a sheepish grin, before kissing me again.

He deepened the kiss a little, giving my bottom lip a light lick before pulling away. “ I regretted not telling you how I felt about you earlier… I did ask permission from your grandpa before he passed. The last thing he said to me was, he’d be happy if you chose me,” he paused for a second, a hint of sadness and regret casting a shadow on his blue eyes. “ I… I need to tell you something. I might … might not be who you expect. And I understand if I’m not who you want,” he stammered. Grunting, “ The rain’s about to stop. I should probably get going,” he said as he started to get up.

Grabbing onto his hand, “ No...don’t! Please… It’s late, you should stay!” I stopped him. “And I’ve had a silly little crush on you too… I just never knew how to tell you” I whispered. He sat next to me, slowly, as if I were made of fine china. That, at any moment, I might crumble. “ You did?” he breathed, his breath close enough that I could feel it on my face.

“ I also know what you are. Grandpa made sure to educate me on myths, and he said some were not myths. I’ve seen you carry your pelt around sometimes,” I closed his hand between mine. “I know you’re a selkie, Linn. I don’t want you to hide that from me.” I breathed, gazing into his eyes. I could catch a glimpse of adoration in them. “Thank you… for not running away, even when you knew what I was,” he sighed. I gazed at his lips, before catching them with mine, a soft peck, to let him know I accepted him for who he is.

[kaygom]

Thunderstorm Confession

warning: slightly suggestive. it's not too bad though. teen rating. minors read at your own discretion, i suppose. pairing: vyn x rosa word count: 1848 synopsis: a strong storm passes through stellis and cuts the power. while in the dark, vyn and rosa have a bit of a confession time. author's note: also i self-beta'd this so if there are any mistakes, please forgive me. it's already 1230am and i wanted to get this posted before i pass out. idk where this idea came from it just kind of happened and i couldn't stop.

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“Dr. Richter..” Rosa reached forward in the darkness in hopes that she would find him. Her hands searched through the empty space in front of her as her eyes continued to adjust to the darkened room. The wind outside was beginning to pick up and the wind was pattering loudly on the windows. She only took slow steps through the room, trying to remain cautious to avoid running into any furniture in Dr. Richter’s home office. “Where did he go?” She muttered to herself.

As a flash of lightning gave brief relief from the darkness, the hairs on her arm raised up. “I’m right here..” His familiar voice sounded right beside her ear, his breath cascading down her nape.

With a gasp, Rosa came to a sudden halt. Next thing you know, his hand found hers and their fingers laced together. “My apologies. When the power cut off, I was just returning into the room. I had to be careful not to run into anything.” The thunder clapped soon after the lightning, but it still sounded distant.

“The storm must be making its way into Stellis right now. The forecast called for a strong severe thunderstorm tonight..” Rosa spoke quietly, her heart racing in her chest. She was trying not to focus on the fact that Dr. Richter has his hand wound around hers. She’s not sure why she still got nervous when he held her hand when they have been dating for nearly a year now.

“Where’s your phone?” He asked her.

“It’s somewhere on the table,” she answered as her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. “Why?” She followed up.

“My phone’s dead. I had intended to charge it, but I forgot my charger at my office at the research center. If we can find your phone, we can turn on the flashlight.” Dr. Richter explained to her. “I don’t know if the flashlight in my desk has working batteries.. It’s been awhile since I’ve needed it.”

Oh, duh… Rose chastised herself in her head that she didn’t come to the realization sooner.

Dr. Richter tugs on her hand gently to proceed forward into the darkness. Their steps are slow and careful. What feels like a journey in the dark, they finally reached the table in the middle of the room. Dr. Richter’s grip left her hand and she nearly whimpered in detest. She leaned forward to feel around the surface of the table. Another flash streaks the room with bright light, the thunder following sounding a bit louder this time.

The table was cluttered with papers about their current case that they’re working on. Rosa couldn’t recall where she had placed her phone among the mess. “Ah..” She sucked in a sharp breath when she sliced her finger along the edge of one of the papers. Her hand retreated from the table and she sucked on the finger that began to sting, her tongue met with the taste of copper.

“Are you okay?” Dr. Richter asked beside her, his hands still rustling against the table in search of her cellphone.

“Y-Yeah..” She muttered against her finger. “Paper cut.”

“Found it!” Dr. Richter announced, his voice bouncing off the walls surrounding them. The room felt much larger in the dark than when it did when it was fully lit. “Here..” He pressed the screen of her phone so she would be able to see where it was. Rosa quickly released her finger from between her lips and snatched her phone from his hand. She didn’t want him to see that her wallpaper was a candid picture of him while he was teaching during one of his classes a few weeks ago.

“Th-Thank you!” Rosa quickly unlocked her phone and she turned on the flashlight, facing it down so she doesn’t over stimulate any of their eyes after being in the dark for nearly fifteen minutes now.

“Is there something on your phone that you don’t want me to see?” Vyn questioned her.

She didn’t have to look up to know that he was smirking. Rosa cursed in her head. Great, he saw it. “N-No! What would make you think that?” She asked defensively.

“You grabbed your phone with such haste. As if you didn’t want me to see the lovely picture that you have of me adorning your lock screen.” A small chuckle left his lips and it made Rosa want to disappear into the darkness of his office.

“Shut up..” She huffed under her breath.

“It’s endearing to know that you want to see me every time you pick up your phone. Do you like to gaze at it during random times of the day?” He egged her on, knowing how flustered it made her.

“If you continue to tease me about it, I’m going to change it!” Rosa snapped back at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Darling, I wouldn’t want that. If it makes you feel better, I chose one of the loveliest pictures of you in that beautiful purple gown you wore at the banquet for my lock screen. Then when I unlock my phone, my home screen is one that’s for my eyes on--” Another flash of lightning.

Rosa stopped him right before he finished his sentence, bewildered by his sudden confession. “Wh-What?!” The thunder goes off again, making her flinch a little. Her ears were on fire at the thought of Dr. Richter using one of the pictures he took during one of their night escapades.

His suggestive laugh sends a shiver down Rosa’s back. She set her phone screen side down on the table so the light shined straight up, dimly illuminating the room. When she stole a glance at Vyn, she saw a small smirk playing on his lips, as if he was thinking of the aforementioned picture.

“D-Do you really have that kind of picture...of...me…?” Rosa nervously asked, her hands resting in her lap.

“Does it bother you?” Vyn asked beside her, his head turning to look at the side of her face.

“I-I don’t know..” She answered. She was very flattered, but very embarrassed. Rosa couldn’t imagine what people’s comments would be if they ended up catching a glimpse of it.

“I will change it if you are against it,” Vyn reassured her.

“Do people… Are people able to see it?” She swallowed thickly, wanting to know.

“The phone in question is my personal phone. I only use it when I am not in my place of business. Especially not while I am at the university. You do not have to worry about any wandering eyes seeing it. I mainly use it when I am home, at the NXX office, or out and about running errands.” Vyn explained to her, his voice calm.

She pressed her palms into her face. “I’m not sure if using it in public makes it any better, but I guess I’m relieved that none of your colleagues nor students would end up seeing it..” Her voice came out muffled, behind her hands.

Aside from the loud rain continuing to hit the window, her ears picked up on the sound of movement beside her, but she kept her hands pressed against her face. Within a second, she felt a tug on her wrists. She tried to resist, but Vyn’s thumbs rubbing against her skin, coaxed her to finally remove her hands.

In the dim lighting, Vyn’s eyes still gleamed a vibrant gold. Rosa felt like they pierced right through her. She peered at him curiously, her eyes searching his face. He offered her a polite smile before he released one of her wrists and moved his hand to tilt her head up by her chin. “I am sorry to have caught you off guard. I should have asked for your permission first. Just say the word and I will change it as soon as I get it charged.” His voice was stern, yet so soft and it sent Rosa’s heart rate soaring how considerate he was.

“I--I, uh.. Well…” She cleared her throat and shrugged her shoulders. “I suppose it’s okay…”

“You suppose?” His eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

“What I mean is,” she pauses, “I’m fine with it. I’m just surprised because I don’t recall you having it set as that before.” She finished her sentence off slowly.

“Oh, I just changed it actually. Probably like a week or so ago? It was from that one night you wore that very lacy black ensemble.” He leaned in to place a chaste kiss on the corner of her lips.

“Ah, I do remember you were quite fond of it,” Rosa recalled as a small smile formed on her lips.

“It’s definitely one of my favorites,” he replied before he claimed her lips in a gentle, yet hungry manner.

Her free hand moved up to place on his cheek, her fingers grazing against his soft skin. Vyn moved both of his hands to her waist to swiftly lift her up to sit Rosa on the edge of his desk. The papers rustle underneath, some of the corners poking into the flesh of her thighs. As Vyn was about to begin leaning forward to lay her back into the table, there’s a flash of lightning followed by a loud crash of thunder.

The two part from their kiss, breathing heavily. “The storm sounds like it is right above us.” Vyn whispered, his breath smelled of something sweet and floral, the essence of the white tea they shared before the power had shut off.

The storm sounds very loud and ferocious outside, the wind sounding like it could rip the roof right up. Rosa scooted closer to Vyn, her arms wrapping around his waist. He pulled her closer to his chest and circled his arms around her neck. The two embraced as they listened to the storm make its way down its projected path. The lightning continued to flicker light throughout the room, while the thunder vibrated the walls around them.

After almost an hour had passed, the outside noises began to calm down. Rosa and Vyn had moved to the small couch placed in his office, cuddled close to each other. “Hopefully the power comes back on soon…” But as soon as Vyn fell quiet, the lights in his office came on and the whirling sound of his computer sounded as it came back to life.

“Perfect timing,” Rosa mused with a small laugh. She blinked her eyes a few times to adjust back to the brightness of the lights in Vyn’s office.

“So it seems.”

The two didn’t move from their positions on the couch as they had gotten too comfortable. “I should have an extra charger in my bag. Go get it so you can finally charge your phone. I want to see the pictures you chose since you saw mine.” She poked at his side, eager to see what her boyfriend liked so much to want to display as his wallpaper for his eyes only.

“Yes, dear..” He let out a curt laugh before he got up to retrieve the charger.