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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years ago

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Bob & B(l)ob| FNF x Reader

A/N: Just a thing I wanted to write bc I got Bob and Bob/Bosip brainrot on the mind :) Also I did my best to clarify which Bob is speaking/being described so apologies if it's still confusing for some.

Also, although Bob Takeover week is an alternate timeline I tried fitting this into the canon timeline where they battle BF after the whole takeover ordeal.

Summary: Reader is a good friend of Bob (Onslaught), Amor, Bob, and Bosip. They can travel between the real world and FNF universe. But after learning of the trouble the blob caused in the Takeover week of the VS Bob & Bosip mod, they enter the game once more to sort things out and clear up some misunderstandings.

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"Oh give me a break.."

"What's wrong? Are Bob and Bosip okay?"

Amor stopped clicking around the laptop screen as he sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking to you. "I dunno, I can't find them anywhere in this mod. One moment Bob was rap-battling some blob character also called Bob. Then the next moment it crashes during the cutscene and they like..completely vanished. Bosip's not responding to any of my messages about the game, either."

When he mentioned the blob character, your eyes lit up. "Oh! I know that other Bob."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I met him in his original mod. He's broken the game before so...I suspect he's the reason those two are missing."

"...now I feel really bad for sticking them in this game without their knowledge. They thought they were going to Minecraft." He sweatdropped, nervously smiling as he booted up the game again. "Well if you can go in and see what's up, that'd be great. Sorry you gotta fix my mistake because...I honestly have no clue what happened to them."

"It's all good." You chuckled. "He can be unpredictable but I know him best. I'll get your boys back."

"Thanks, [y/n].

..........

Once you entered the game, it took you a while to find your blob-shaped friend in the park. You asked around with no apparent luck, and you began to worry that Bob somehow moved on from this mod.

It was unusual for Ron not to be here either, though you did see a red stain on the road-

"Yo."

You turned around upon hearing the voice and saw Bob in front of you, wearing a disguise of the missing Bob, complete with a blue wig that barely fit over his head. And instead of a blue B on his sweater, there was the word "gloopie".

As amused as you were upon seeing this, you just folded your arms over your chest, looking down at him with a frown. "Alright, fess up."

"Wut?"

"Don't play dumb. Where's the other Bob and Bosip? Amor's worried sick about what happened to them and I suspect you're involved."

He frowned back at you. "That cube-looking bitch beat me in a rap battle."

"And that's a reason to kidnap them both and pretend to be him?"

"....yes?"

"No." You sighed, before looking around. "Where's Ron, by the way?"

"Dead but "in a cool way"," he mocked the folderhead. "He got ran over. Man you should've seen his guts all over the road-"

"I'd rather not. Just...tell me where you took them or I'm getting Opheebop."

Your threat made Bob's eyes widen in horror. While he was scary on his own, nothing terrified him more than invoking the wrath of his girlfriend. So he finally gave in, his disguise dissolving into black goop that was reabsorbed into his body.

And he disgruntledly teleported you both into a dark building, which had a single dim lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. It took you a minute to adjust to the darkness, but eventually you heard muffled cries of confusion and panic nearby.

"Mmmh?!!!"

"Mmmhff!!!!"

Looking to the source, you were horrified to see Bob and Bosip were on the floor, their hands tied by rope with tape across their mouths. "What the--oh god hang on, guys." You ran over and knelt down to untie them, ripping the tape off as well.

And here you were, afraid that they've been killed. Amor definitely would've been upset if that were the case. There were a lot of dangers in the games they traveled in, and unfortunately nothing warned them of the blob's evil powers.

The moment you freed them, Bob saw the blob-Bob and screamed, clinging to you tightly. "K-Keep that thing away from me!!" He cried. "I don't know what it wants or why it kidnapped us but--!!"

"Bob..it's alright. We're safe now thanks to you." Bosip smiled at you, before looking back at the blob with discomfort. "But uh..do you know this guy by any chance? Seems it brought you here willingly."

"Oh he's a friend of mine from the mod Bob's Onslaught. His name is also..Bob and...uh--Bob? Bob, please calm down." You had a hard time explaining with the blue-haired male babbling nonsense in your ear. But you just sighed. "I'm really ashamed of you."

Suddenly he shut up and looked at you with teary eyes. "Wh-What?"

"No, no. I didn't mean you. I meant him." You pointed at the blob who was standing there awkwardly. "He's got a penchant for killing people who insult him or beat him in rap battles. He takes shit way too personally."

"No I don't."

"Ah, so he speaks." Bosip mused. "But in our defense, he challenged us first without knowing what we were capable of."

"Yeah!" Blue-haired Bob spoke up, still hugging you but with a less constricting grip now. "I take pride in my amazing vocals and I wasn't about to let some silly knockoff Dre-"

You immediately slapped a hand over his mouth to silence him, giving him a stern glare. "Don't ever call him that unless you want absolute death."

His eyes widened with fear, but he nodded in understanding and you removed your hand. Then he let go of you. "A-Alright. Thanks for saving us. Now can we go? This place gives me the creeps."

Nodding, you looked to the blob Bob. He sighed and willingly teleported everyone out of the building, putting you all back in the middle of the park.

In that same moment, Bosip's phone blew up with frantic texts from Amor, and he reassured his creator they were alright. Then he talked about how, according to those texts, they had to beat a guy named Boyfriend in a rap-battle to escape the game.

While Bob pondered over who would name their own kid "Boyfriend", you and the other Bob decided to take your leave, bidding farewell to the Geometry Dash duo.

"[Y/n]?"

"Yeah?"

"...you like that Bob more?"

You stopped in your tracks and looked down at him, shaking your head. "Nonsense. I've known you since forever. No other Bob in this universe will take your place as my best friend."

Even so, he was still pouting. "Seems you like hugging him more.."

"Oh..is that what this is all about? If you wanted a hug you could've just said so." Kneeling down, you hugged the blob and picked him up, grinning. "You know, your cosplay of him was neat. But...maybe try not to kidnap people you wanna cosplay next time, alright?"

"Fine." He grumbled, though he felt a little better knowing he was your favorite Bob.

Not that he'll ever admit it, but his jealousy was a major reason he decided to kidnap them in the first place.

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spine-buster · 4 years ago

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 35

A/N: Alright folks...here she is: the last chapter. To say that I love all of you so much and appreciate with my entire life every like, reblog, comment, tag comments, canon question, ask, etc. would be an understatement. You guys TRULY make my stories what they are and encourage me to write and post every single week. From the bottom of my heart, thank you thank you thank you ❤️

Like with all my stories, there will be epilogues for Aberdeen and Willy so we see into their future. I’m not sure how many I have planned -- probably three right now, thinking of four, depending on how I split things up.

After the epilogues are posted, I will be starting my new Brock Boeser mini-series “Peaceful Easy Feeling”. Stay tuned for a post date -- check my Masterlist for future reference.

Without further ado...

August 31st, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was looking into William’s eyes.

They were getting Korean walnut cakes from Hodo Kwaja. They were out in the open. Alone on Bloor Street West, in Little Korea, where no-one would recognize him. He convinced her. She couldn’t hold back anymore. She’d tried so hard and she’d succeeded for months – fuck, the better part of a year at this point – and now, she just wanted to have a date out in the open with her boyfriend instead of having to drive to some park on the lakeshore in Etobicoke to secretly hook up in his car.

“These better be good,” William said as he looked away briefly at the shop owner making a new batch of cakes behind the glass wall. Even though they were both wearing masks, Aberdeen could tell he was smirking. “When you say bean paste…”

“I promise you,” she stressed. “They’re amazing.”

“You wanna bring them to Christie Pitts after?” William asked, reaching for her hand.

Aberdeen nodded. This was the first time he’d reached for her hand in a public place. She’d always remember Hodo Kwaja as the place now. They could never close or tear this bakery down. “We can eat them under a tree or something.”

“Romantic.”

“I try to be,” she said. “Especially with my boyfriend.”

“Especially when we’re out in public.”

She crinkled her face. So did William. He pulled her into his body and wrapped an arm around her. They were silent for a few moments before William decided to speak again. “You should try calling Beth,” he whispered, his voice low. “You said Alec wouldn’t get back to you, but Beth might. She’d let you know whether or not they chose to publish the article.”

A shiver ran up Aberdeen’s spine. “Maybe I’ll email her or something,” she said. “Alec’s silence speaks volumes though. I don’t think—”

“Fuck that guy,” William interrupted. “Call Beth. Call her. Maybe she rooted for you.”

The shopkeeper handed Aberdeen the brown bag full of walnut cakes, and she paid for them. She grabbed at William’s hand and their fingers intertwined before leaving the shop. “I just think I would have known by now,” Aberdeen mused. “I mean, the new issue will hit newsstands soon. Usually they’d tell the writers.”

“Call her,” William urged. “You’ll never know if you don’t call.”

They walked down the street hand in hand. It was dusk outside, the hot and humid air of the city finally giving way to a nice breeze that cooled everything down. Aberdeen’s dress swayed back and forth as they walked towards Christie Pitts, switching subjects to the next bakery they should try. William made Aberdeen laugh recounting the story of how much Cam loved the Swedish pastries he brought the family during his surprise Christmas visit. Aberdeen’s heart swelled when William brought her hand up to his lips and kissed where the ring was – the ring he got her, which she’d been wearing ever since.

As they passed by all the different storefronts – most closed, saved for a few convenience stores or 24 hour laundromats – they both noticed a loading truck parked by the curb with two men going in and out of it, hauling new magazines and the next day’s newspapers into the shop. William made them stop. He watched them for a few seconds.

“What are you doing?” Aberdeen asked him.

“Excuse me, sir?” he ignored her, instead calling out to one of the men hauling in the newspapers. The man looked at him. “Are those next month’s magazine issues?”

“Of course they are.”

“William—”

“Do you have the new issue of Toronto Life?”

“William—”

“We’ve got everything in the truck, bud,” the other man said, setting down a huge stack of Vogue magazines all bundled together. “Either you wait or you jump in there yourself to get it.

William looked between the truck and the men. He let go of Aberdeen’s hand abruptly. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. “William what are you doing?!” she asked as she watched him climb into the back of the loading truck.

“What do you think?!” he called back out. “It’ll be a good off-season workout finding the stack!”

“William!” she repeated for what felt like the umpteenth time.

“Oh! They’re right here! They’re covered but…” he trailed off. Aberdeen held her breath. He emerged hauling a giant wrapped stack – you couldn’t see anything besides the white paper covering it and the plastic ties tying them all together. He jumped off the back of the truck. The two men were just watching him. “You got scissors?” he asked them.

One of them handed him an exacto knife. William cut off the plastic zipties.

“William, stop,” Aberdeen pleaded. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to know yet. She had to psych herself up for the inevitable disappointment of not seeing her name on the cover, not seeing her article anywhere in the magazine, and she wasn’t given ample time to do that. She knew William was being William – proud and spontaneous and excited on her behalf instead of riddled with anxiety and doubt and all the bad things one could be riddled by when their dream job was in their midst but definitely out of their grasp because of an asshole editor – but she needed time to process that she was going to be faced with a huge disappointment. She needed time to process that she would have to keep looking for a writing job.

William could hear the fear in her voice. He could sense her uncertainty and her anxiety about it all. He stood up from his crouching position. “Hey…” he said softly, taking a step towards her. He grabbed her hand again and held it in his. “Minskatt, don’t be nervous.”

“I need time to psyche myself up for not seeing my name on there,” she said. She felt her phone buzzing aggressively through her purse but she decided to ignore it. “It’s gonna hurt, Willy.”

He squeezed her hand tighter. “Are you listening?”

The question they’d always ask each other. “Yes.”

“Remember what you told me before and after the bubble? That no matter what happened, you’d love me no matter what?” he asked. Aberdeen nodded her head. “Whatever happens here…whether you got it or not…minskatt, I’ll love you no matter what.”

His words were so soothing. And as always, they were so simple, but so perfect. They immediately put her at ease despite all the anxiety she was feeling, that had rushed upon her within just minutes. She nodded her head slightly as she squeezed his hand back. “Can I open it?” he asked.

She nodded her head.

He crouched down again and ripped open the packaging. Aberdeen took a step forward and looked down to see the iconic red rectangle header. And then the headline.

The Bubble Diaries: Aberdeen Bloom explores the characters, stories, and all-too-real tribulations inside the NHL’s Eastern hub.

Aberdeen’s entire body jolted up, and she let out a short and quick scream as the bag of walnut cakes went flying.

Then she realized what this meant.

And she screamed at the top of her lungs.

William’s eyes lit up as he heard the shriek – the entire city heard the shriek. He watched as she started jumping up and down through more shrieks before he got up himself. Aberdeen jumped on him – just fully and completely jumped into and onto him – and he caught her expertly in his arms as she shrieked in his ear.

“They did it! THEY DID IT!” she screamed as he set her down. She bent down to pick up a copy of the magazine and shrieked again as she held it in front of her. Maybe this was a fever dream. Maybe she was delirious. Maybe the gratuitous walnut cake the bakery gave her to try before ordering was laced with some hallucinogenic and she was imagining things.

No. That was her name attached to the article. That was her name on the cover of Toronto Life magazine.

“You did it, minskatt,” William said as he reached up to her face to pull her mask down, planting a giant kiss on her lips. The energy was radiating off of her. She was a ball of sunshine, a star radiating energy bigger and better than anything in the universe. “You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

“I can’t believe it! I can’t – oh – oh my GOD Willy!” she was still shocked. “I—they—I’m published! I’M PUBLISHED!”

“Your name is on the cover of a damn magazine, minskatt!” he giggled.

“My name is on the cover of a damn magazine!” she repeated more emphatically, kissing him again. “I can’t – I – oh my God – oh my God my phone is…” she trailed off, feeling her phone buzzing violently from her purse again.

She pulled it out and saw Beth Zadakis’s name flash across the screen. She immediately picked up. “Beth!”

“Surprise,” she practically purred into the phone. “I’m assuming you saw it just posted on our website? Alec was overruled. He knew he would be. The way you wrote about the boys, Aberdeen…there’s no way we couldn’t publish it.”

“Thank you. Thank you,” she stressed, putting her hand over her heart. “From the bottom of my heart Beth, thank you.”

“You should celebrate, Aberdeen. We’ll discuss the logistics of your new position with Toronto Life later,” she said. “It’s not every day that a novice writer gets the lead cover story. Pop a bottle of champagne. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Aberdeen hung up. She looked into William’s eyes.

She did it.

***

September 4th, 2020

Aberdeen walked into the MLSE offices like she was going to work. Except she wasn’t.

Brendan had called her in for one last meeting. He didn’t say it would be their last, but both of them knew it would be their last. It was bittersweet, of course. Aberdeen had walked these halls for a year. She’d walked in on the team nearly naked on her first day. She’d tried to pick up a hockey bag and fell over. She’d taken countless calls from very important people she had no idea existed before this job. She’d gotten called out by her boss for being an idiot. She’d walked Niklas Lidstrom through the halls to impress her boss. She’d waited countless hours for jersey proofs. She’d made friends. She’d made enemies. She’d learned the game of hockey. She’d travelled countless miles up and down the steps and up and down the elevators to the ice, to the locker room, to the offices, and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.

She ran into her summertime hookup in the elevator on her first day. She’d fallen in love with him in these hallways.

It all happened here.

When she approached the doors of Brendan’s office, and looked at her desk – well, now her former desk, she felt her heart flutter. This was it. She stepped into the doorway and saw him looking out his window. She knocked.

He turned around, giving her the proudest smile she’d probably ever received from a boss. She took off her mask so he could see her smiling too. “Hi Brendan.”

“Aberdeen. Sit,” he nodded towards the chairs. This was where she cried and told him she’d been sexually harassed in the kitchen. This was where he fired Ethan. This was where he’d bared his soul to her after the Leafs lost to a Zamboni driver. She took a seat.

“I’m so incredibly proud of you,” he said after looking at her for a few moments. “What you’ve been able to accomplish in a year is outstanding, Aberdeen.”

“I would be remiss if I didn’t thank you,” she began. “You had the biggest role to play in this by setting up that meeting in the first place. None of this would have happened if it weren’t for you.”

Brendan shook his head. “I didn’t write that article, Aberdeen. You did,” he said sternly. To think that he had the faith in her to put the meeting together in the first place, knowing she could pull it off, spoke volumes. He was definitely her most powerful supporter. “I keep reading and re-reading it and I find new things to admire every time.”

She smiled humbly. “Thanks.”

Brendan paused for a moment. “You know, Aberdeen…most people would have sold us out,” he said. She nodded her head, understanding what he was getting at. He knew – he knew the demands Alec put on her. Beth must have told him, because she certainly didn’t say a word about it. “It…it speaks absolute volumes to your character that they demanded that scoop for you but you refused to give it and instead relied on your talent to get you the job anyway.”

She nodded. She could read between the lines. “Thank you.”

“You’ve got some fucking guts on you, kid.”

They both giggled. “I guess being around some gutsy hockey players did me some good this year,” she joked.

“I’ll say,” he said. “All the boys know. They love it.”

“I know. I got texts from pretty much all of them. Travis sent me a picture of his dogs reading it too.”

“That last night in the bubble, when I told you that you were the soul of this team, I meant it,” he said. “And I don’t think…I don’t…well, I don’t think it was a big secret that William had a thing for you since that first day in the elevator. And I know…well, I think we’re all aware the feeling is mutual.”

Aberdeen gulped. She felt like she already died and got rigor mortis in that tiny amount of time. So they were going to go there. Brendan was bringing it up with absolutely no shame. On her last day. Last meeting. She looked him in the eye. “Am I safe to assume that nothing happened between the two of you in the year you were here?” Brendan asked.

She could do it right now.

Be honest.

She was leaving, after all.

And she had the job already.

She looked Brendan right in the eyes.

“No sir,” she shook her head. “I…it was clear to me at the beginning too, and…and the feelings did grow on my end as well, I will admit that.”

“So the feeling is mutual, then.”

“Yes sir.”

“And I’m also correct to assume that once you leave these doors and employed by Toronto Life, you two will get together?”

She was already lying to the man she respected most in this world; there was no use in lying even more. “Y—Yes. I—I…” she hesitated. She took a deep breath. “William waited for me, Brendan. He waited for me this entire time. I don’t want to make him wait any longer. I don’t want to wait any longer, either.”

Aberdeen didn’t know what she was expecting, but she definitely wasn’t expecting Brendan to smile. “Understandable,” he said. “I could see it at the Christmas party – William’s crush on you. And I kept wondering to myself if he ever…well, you know, acted on it. Told you, at least.”

“Didn’t need to tell me. It was pretty apparent,” she smiled slightly. “He wears his heart on his sleeve. Well, at least for me.”

Brendan nodded his head. There was a moment of silence between them. “You’re welcome here whenever you want,” he said. “In this office, in the arena, in the back – whenever. You’re family now, Aberdeen. And you’ll always be family. I’ll make it a clause in the contracts all the future presidents sign that Aberdeen Bloom can come in and do whatever she wants in this building.”

She giggled slightly. “Who are you kidding? You’ll be the president of this hockey club ‘till the day you die. Tanenbaum won’t let you leave. There won’t be any others.”

“Are you going to write my biography when it’s time?”

“If you let me.”

Brendan stood up from his chair. He extended his hand across his desk. Aberdeen hadn’t touched another human being since March 13th besides her family and William. She extended hers to shake his hand. “Aberdeen Bloom, my Etobicoke girl, it’s been a pleasure,” Brendan was proud, so proud of her.

“Brendan Shanahan, it’s been an honour,” she replied.

He side-stepped around his desk, and Aberdeen knew what was coming. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to leave the offices without one. It was another thing that she’d only given to her family members and to William since March 13th – a hug. But in that moment, she wrapped her arms around Brendan, and he wrapped his arms around her, and they hugged each other tightly. Aberdeen could smell his cologne. She heard him sniffle. She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t start crying as well. “Thank you, Brendan,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome.”

She sighed. When he let go of her, he kept his hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her. “William’s coming to pick you up?” he asked. She smiled and nodded her head. “Jason’s around the building somewhere. For negotiations. You should find him. He’ll want to see you before you leave.”

Aberdeen nodded her head. “I’ll find him.”

She left his office, closing the door behind her. She felt a heavy feeling in her heart, knowing it would be the last time she’d exit Brendan’s office, no longer his executive assistant. Now, she was a writer at Toronto Life magazine. And before she could process that thought, she had to find Jason.

As she wandered through the building, popping into rooms and asking whoever she saw if they knew were Jason was, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket and knew, like a sixth-sense, that it was William. She stopped walking so she could look at the message.

i like this one

He’d attached a quick video Aberdeen had taken the other night. The video couldn’t have been more than four of five seconds long. In the first second, the video showed hands being held, one hand dragging forward the other. In the second second, the camera panned upwards. In the third second, the video showed the back of a figure, with increasingly long blonde hair, broad shoulders, and a stupidly expensive designer t-shirt on with the CN Tower in the background at sunset. In the fourth second, the head turned, and the face smiled at whoever was behind the camera. It was all a bit blurry. It was all a bit fast.

It was William looking at her.

She promised him she’d post whatever he wanted to her Instagram feed once they could be official, and out in the open, not having to hide anything anymore. He wouldn’t dare post anything on his feed, so Aberdeen would. She understood why. Even now, even though they could be out in the open with their friends and family, with William’s teammates and Aberdeen’s extended friend circle, William wanted to keep their relationship out of the spotlight. Judging by what she’d gone through with the media and what she’d seen herself in the year she worked for the team, she understood completely.

She found the video in her own camera roll, editing the colour tones slightly before uploading it to her own Instagram feed with a simple caption: ❤️

She continued to look for Jason. And in looking for Jason, her phone kept going off. It was almost annoying, but she knew it was all the guys probably commenting something on the photo. After a particular string of constant notifications when she walked into the trainer’s room hoping to find Jason – which at this time last year would have been filled with shirtless, half-naked hockey players with their thighs and bulges out rolling on foam rollers, but was now empty – she couldn’t help but take her phone out again to see what the hell they were commenting.

@austonmatthews: FUCKING FINALLY

@travisdermott: awwwww s’cute

@tysonbarrie4: look at you lovebirds!

@rasmussandin: he likes lasagna!!!!! gotta make sure u learn how to make it

@1jackcampbell: you guys!!! What a bunch of beauties <3

@morganrielly: i second what @austonmatthews said

@buzzinb0831: YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST

@marner_93: finallyyyyyyyyyyy

@aleidacasillasandersen: Cute cute cute!

@kasperikapanen: cn tower…shocker

She couldn’t help but smile at them all. Especially Auston’s. That twerp.

Without warning, William’s name flashed across the screen for a phone call. She immediately picked up. “Hey.”

“Hi minskatt,” his voice was sing-songy. “Did you talk to Brendan?”

“Yeah,” she said, looking down at the floor.

“Was it bittersweet?”

“Mhm,” she nodded her head. “I know this is what I’ve dreamt of for the longest time, but I can’t picture myself not coming into this office every morning during the new season. I haven’t quite wrapped my head around it yet,” she admitted.

“I get it. It’s okay,” William said. “The team’s gonna miss you. Brendan’s gonna get a new assistant and he or she is gonna have some huge shoes to fill.”

Aberdeen couldn’t help but smile. “He asked about us, you know.”

“He did?”

“He said it wasn’t a big secret that you had a thing for me since the first day in the elevator. He also said everyone is pretty much aware the feeling is mutual.”

“And?”

“And…he asked if anything had happened between the two of us.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Well I didn’t exactly tell Brendan fucking Shanahan that we randomly hooked up the night of my graduation. And I didn’t exactly tell him we’ve been secretly hooking up and in a relationship since January,” Aberdeen said. “But I told him the feeling was mutual, and that we’d both waited long enough, and the second I walked out of those doors I wasn’t going to make you wait anymore.”

“Okay…” she could hear William exhale. “Okay.”

“I lied to him, Will. I know. I lied to him about the last nine months. Hell, I’ve lied to everyone these past nine months about us being together. About our feelings, about your late-night visits to my hotel rooms and us hooking up. About loving you. About being with you. I’ve lied about everything. Everything.”

“We’ve lied to everyone about everything in the last nine months,” William corrected her sternly. “You’re not alone in this. You know that. We lied to everyone. We kept it a secret. But none of that matters, Aberdeen. What matters is that we get to be open about it now. That’s all that matters. That’s it.”

Aberdeen nodded her head. She knew he was right. She collected herself so she didn’t get emotional on the phone. God knows if she shed at least one tear and then found Jason, Jason would automatically be able to tell. “I just have to find Jason to say goodbye and then I’m out of here.”

“I’m actually already waiting outside, so take your time,” William said. “I’ll be here whenever. Take as long as you want.”

“I love you, William.”

“I love you too, minskatt. I’ll see you soon.”

Aberdeen locked her phone. She took another deep breath, replaying the conversation in her mind, before resolving to find Jason. She turned around to keep searching.

Only to find Jason standing a few feet behind her.

When she saw the look on his face, she knew immediately that he’d heard every single word of the conversation she’d just had. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. No – her heart dropped into the depths of hell. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt like her entire body was on fire. “Jason,” was all she could say.

“January,” was all he said.

Her hands began to shake. She reached out to him. “Jason—”

“Don’t,” his tone was harsh, and his entire arm flinched away from her. She tried to say something but nothing would come out. “Since January, Aberdeen? January?!”

“Jason, please—”

“I don’t – I – late night visits to hotel rooms?!” his voice kept rising as he verbally began to piece all the information together. “How – how could you?!”

“Jason, I can explain—”

“No! No you can’t explain! There’s nothing to explain in a situation like this! You lied to us! You lied to all of us!” he kept saying, his voice strained. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. He couldn’t believe the words that had come out of Aberdeen’s mouth. “Aberdeen, I went to bat for you time and time again. I looked out for you this entire fucking year and this is what you were doing behind my back? Hooking up with William Nylander?!”

“Ja—”

“You promised me, Aberdeen. You promised me that day that guy stalked you that there was nothing happening between the two of you. I took your word for it, Aberdeen. And William – William promised me nothing was going on that night you got stitches. And now you’re telling me this has been going on since January?!”

“Since the Night With the Blue and White,” she said, voice strained, tears welling in her eyes now. There was no use in lying to him. He was Jason Spezza. “The first time it happened was that night when I got home. When we got home. I can’t – I couldn’t…”

Jason was quiet, but she could hear how heavy he was breathing through his nose. She knew he was trying to calm himself down so he didn’t blow up at her. At this moment in time, though, she wasn’t so sure he’d be able to do it. “I can’t believe you’d do this to the team. To me. To Brendan,” he stressed. His voice was calm. Eerily calm. “I never want to speak to you again.”

Aberdeen’s cheeks flushed red with emotion almost instantly. No. It couldn’t end like this. It couldn’t. She tried reaching out to touch him again, but he flinched once more and took a few steps back to distance himself from him. “Jason—no—please—let me explain—”

His next words cut Aberdeen like a knife. He looked her dead in the eye. “I’ve never been more disappointed in you.”

A sob escaped her and she covered her mouth, but it was no use. Tears were streaming down her cheeks like Niagara Falls and her heart was sliced into a million pieces as she watched Jason turn around and walk out of the room, not bothering to look back at her.

What hurt most of all was that so much love goes into disappointment. Someone can still love you but be disappointed in you and that was infinitely, infinitely worse than someone hating you. It hurt so much more. Jason wasn’t wrong when he said he’d looked out for her this entire year. He wasn’t wrong when he said he’d went to bat for her this year. He’d done all those things out of love, because he cared for her, because he wanted to see her succeed in an environment that was, historically, not kind at all to young women. He’d done it to look out for her, to make sure she didn’t get hurt, to make sure she got where she wanted to go.

Jason Spezza was disappointed in her. And that hurt more than anything else.

Aberdeen sat down in the middle of the room and began sobbing.

***

William was scrolling through his phone when he noticed Aberdeen walking speedily towards his car. He unlocked the doors and slipped into the passenger seat, taking off her mask and throwing it onto the dashboard.

He immediately saw that her entire face was red, and her eyes were practically bloodshot. “What happened, minskatt?” he asked.

She looked like she was going to cry again. She turned her head towards him. “Jason overheard our conversation.”

William stopped breathing momentarily. “So he knows.”

She nodded her head, face scrunching up to stop tears from falling. “He said he never wants to speak to me again. And he said he’s never…he’s never been more disappointed in me.”

“Hey—hey, c’mere,” he said, grabbing her chin and leaning over the centre console to give her a loving kiss, feeling the tears stream down her face. He continued to kiss her for as long as he could. “It’s gonna be okay, minskatt. It’s going to be okay.”

“No it’s not,” she shook her head vehemently. “It’s not going to be okay. It’s not.”

“Yes it will. He’ll get over it.”

“No he won’t,” she was steadfast. “He hates me William, and he never wants to speak to me again and he’s disappointed in me. He’s not gonna just get over me lying to him for the past nine months.”

“We lied to him,” William clarified for her again, like he did on the phone. “We lied. He’ll be madder at me than you. He’ll get over it. It’s going to be okay.”

Aberdeen shook her head. She wanted to believe him – she really did, but her mind was all over the place right now. “But what if it’s not?” she asked.

“Are you listening?” he asked.

She visibly calmed down at the question. “Yes.”

“It’s going to be okay because I love you, minskatt. Because we love each other.”

She nodded her head. He loved her. She knew he loved her, and that he would for the rest of their lives. And she’d love him too. That brought her more solace than anything. “I love you too, William.”

He gave her one last, long, lingering kiss before he put the car in drive. He fiddled with his phone to start the music, the opening notes of “Quitting You” by the Arkells playing through the speakers. He grabbed Aberdeen’s hand and held it in his enormous one, bringing to his lips and kissing it tenderly and holding it against his heart momentarily before settling it on his lap. She looked out the window at 50 Bay Street, saying goodbye.

She looked at William. The man she loved.

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years ago

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Six Strangers Walk Into a Bar: Part 7 (Severen x Fem!Reader) fic

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Warnings: sexual content, cursing, Homer is a canon compliant little creep

Word Count: 3662

Smut and fluff, ‘cause some people said they deserved it after that angst chapter, but man this took forever to write. Literally didn't edit this cause we die by our mistakes

It was harder than you thought to keep your mind clean. Severen didn't help you by fondling your ass every now and then, and you were uncomfortably riled up by the time you got to the motel. Severen only grinned and asked,

"Something wrong, darlin'? And you gave him an extra hard glare as he opened the door to the motel room. To your surprise, it was empty. Mae and Caleb had a habit of going off by themselves for reasons besides feeding, and you supposed that Jesse and Diamondback hadn't eaten yet. And Homer? Well, you set your food on the table and checked the bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found. Severen took off his leather jacket, arching a brow at you to ask, and you shook your head. The two of you stared at eachother for a moment, and then both of you fell onto your bed for the night. The kiss was all tongue and you yanked at Severens hair as he slid between your legs. The two of you could never expect to get far, even in these moments when no one was at the room. But you hoped, prayed, that you could at least get to third base. Severen didn't hesitate to touch you now, groping at your breasts through your shirt, rubbing and pinching at your clothed nipples. It made your breath hitch, and you nipped at his lips and urged him on with a roll of your hips. He groaned at the contact, rutting back and slipping his hands under your shirt. While you appreciated the foreplay, your time was limited. It's why you pulled your hands from his hair and reached to unbutton the button of your jeans, quickly begging him with the words,

"Please, Severen, please touch me." And Severen didn't need to be asked twice. His hand wormed its way down your pants and you let out a frustrated whine when he rubbed you through your panties. He was such a tease, and you yanked at the hair at the nape of his neck to show your frustration. He chuckled into your kiss, before tilting his head and deepening your kiss. You were already soaked, you could tell. You couldn't remember a time you'd been so pent up. But, well, you couldn't remember a time where you'd gone this long without consistent, if not unsatisfying sex. At least you'd had the privacy of your own home to masturbate, but you hadn't even had that. Severens hand finally slipped under your panties, rubbing through your folds and making you moan pathetically into his mouth. He ate it up, and you knew you were probably boosting his ego dangerously high.

He used the calloused pad of his thumb to rub circles into your clit, nearly making you cry out at the attention and arch up into him. He started a fast pace, his thumb firmly pressing against the bundle of nerves. It made the fire roar inside your belly, and you felt his fingers gathering up your slick before traveling lower. He circled your entrance, not missing an opportunity to tease you, before he began to sink one inside. His hands were big and his fingers were thick, much thicker than yours. The feeling made you keen, and you thought that just a minute more of this and you'd be cumming around it.

Of course, he'd barely begun to pump the single digit inside of you before you heard a key in the door. You gasped, but he was ripping his hand away from your sex, and helping you button up your pants in a single second. You'd just zipped your zipper and Severen had just pushed himself off of you, deciding to pop his slick finger inside his mouth and suck your slick off, before the door opened. The two of you had sat up, but, it was clear from your flushed face that this wasn't all you'd been doing. In came Homer, a coke in his hand, and Severen glared at the younger vampire as he pulled a pillow over his crotch. He looked at the two of you, and a grin was quick to come to his face.

"Did I interrupt something?" And suddenly you understood why Severen was so mean to the kid sometimes. The pair of you sat with your backs against the headboard, as Homer had refused to leave to give you a few more minutes of privacy. He sat on the floor to watch TV, and you glared at the screen mourning your ruined orgasm. When the pair of you had not so subtly suggested, he'd replied, "Oh, go back to what you were doing. Pretend like I'm not even here." And it had earned him a pillow to the back of the head.

All hopes of him leaving were dashed when Jesse and Diamondback came back to the room, and you sunk into the bed completely defeated. Severen didn't look any better than you, and Diamondback had even asked,

"Did something happen?" As if the pair of you had a fight. You shook your head, and it wasn't long before all seven of you were back in the room. You leaned against Severens chest stared at the TV, zoning out more than anything as he combed his hands through your hair. Thought flashes through your mind. Replays of the feelings from only a little while earlier. Severen had definitely known what he was doing, and, even if you'd gotten close, you hadn't even began to touch him. Quickly, your images of Severen teasing you flipped. You replayed the groan you had earned from him, imagining being able to draw more sounds like that from him. How his skilled hands would tangle into your hair, similar to the way they were petting your head now. How he would guide your head, and, probably, hold you down to slip his dick down the rest of your throat. You imagined going further, how deep he'd be able to fit inside you. If you were honest, you didn't know truly how big he was. Well, you could arrange to figure out soon. But your thoughts continued. You mused about how easily he could pick you up, hold you down. Being whatever he was did have a few advantages. You bit your lip for a moment, a particularly tantalizing image of him pinning you down by your arms, no your throat, appearing in your mind.

You gulped at the thought. After a few more minutes of sulking and fantasizing, a thought occurred to you. While there was practically no hope of all of them leaving, that didn't mean that the pair of you had to stay. Usually, you weren't the type for anything as risque attempting to get off without four walls surrounding you, but desperate times called for desperate measures. You looked at the time, and bit your lip when you saw that it was 4 am. Dawn was still an hour or so away, and you looked towards the brunette sitting besides you. You leaned over to kiss his cheek, if only to catch his attention away from the TV.

"Wanna go for a walk?" You asked, and Severen arched a brow at you. Usually, you weren't one for walks at night, but he was quick to nod. Severen trailed after you everywhere, and you doubted he'd let you go out at this time of night without him. You hopped off the bed and tugged him by his hand, and Diamondback called after the pair of you,

"Watch the time." Even if you knew that was mostly for Severen. Once the door had shut behind you, you grinned and pulled him down the hall. The outside air was cool, and you giggled at the pure excitement running through you. Severen smiled along, trying to catch you by your waist as he asked,

"What's gotten into you?" And you turned around to stop and give him a grin. The pair of you had found the bottom of the stairwell. It was a small little room, but, just under the stairs, it was slightly secluded. Tucked away where no one could see. You flushed a little as you tried to think of your words, playing with his shirt as you tried to figure out how to phrase them. You were never good at flirting, and it was embarrassing what you were about to tell him. Instead, you decided to tug on his shirt and tug him back into the darkness, tip-toeing up to press kisses to his jaw. He followed you until you pushed his back against the wall, tilting his head down so he could capture your lips. His hands moved down your sides, and Severen was quick to recapture his fervor from earlier. He reached down to grip your ass, making you moan into his mouth before one of his hands moved to your front. He rubbed and cupped you through your jeans, and you arched your hips into the touch. But, before you could become completely sidetracked, you reached down to start undoing his jeans. He was quick to pull away from the kiss, his eyes swirling with lust, but he said,

"Wait, wait, not here- I wanted to do something nice-" And while you were flattered that he'd thought far ahead enough to want to plan something, you quickly shushed him. You placed a finger over his lips, before leaning up to peck them. When you fell back on your heels, you told him,

"Don't get ahead of yourself, cowboy." And you were surprised by the surge of confidence that ran through you. You didn't know why, but that was the boost you needed. He smiled down at you, grinning wickedly at the nickname before he watched you fall down to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, deciding that this was the best way to answer a few of your questions. You'd pushed his shirt up as you made work of his pants, sucking a hickey into his side, before you were reaching in to rub him through his underwear. He hardened under his fingertips, and you made work of trailing little red spots above his waistband. When you got to his happy-trail, you nosed along the line of hair before you were finally pulling his underwear down and letting his cock spring free.

It was long and thick, and slightly bigger than you'd expected. But, that didn't stop you from licking the side all the way to the tip, wrapping your lips around it and starting to massage it with your tongue. While you'd only really been with one guy, you had some practice. Even if Severens dick was bigger than what you were used to working with. You looked up, seeing that he'd leaned his head back against the wall. He was never one to stay quiet long, and he quickly began coaxing you through it.

"Just like that, yeah. You can take a little bit more, can't you?" He asked, his hand finding its way to the back of your head. You'd started up a steady rhythm, and he lightly pushed you to take more and more of his length. Your jaw was already starting to ache, but you forced through it and took him down deeper. His voice had gone a little rough around the edges, and he said, "Good girl. Just like that." And, god, you were wet just from the sound of his voice. His hips moved with the rhythm you'd started, pushing himself further and further down your throat until he nudged the back of it. You did you best not to gag, but, soon, it seemed as thought he was no longer content to let you keep control. He paused your head, pushing it further down to earn a muffled whine and you quickly did your best to keep your throat relaxed. He grinned, and then said, "Keep that pretty mouth of yours open, darlin'." He said, reaching down to massage your jaw. He gripped you by your hair, keeping it so you couldn't move your head as he began thrusting into your mouth. His place started slow and nice, giving you a moment to get used to it before all you could do was let your mouth hang open as he pistoned himself inside your mouth. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes, the quick pace making it so drool was dribbling down your chin. You could feel his dick twitch inside your mouth, hear him as he whispered huskily, "Yeah, just a little bit more," and then-

You heard heavy footsteps stomping down the stairwell and Severen ripped you off his dick. He was quick to tuck himself away and fix his pants, and he helped you up off of the ground. You did your best to wipe the drool off your chin as Severen fixed his belt, and the pair of you walked around the stairs to act as if the pair of you were heading back up. You passed a stranger, obviously one staying in the motel just like you, and you could hear Severen cursing under his breath. The only thing you could make out was,

"Fucking blueballs-" And you covered your mouth, stifling a laugh. He whipped his head towards you, and you quickly cleared your throat to cover it up. Still, you thought perhaps it was just a little funny.

Subtle revenge, you thought. Even if it hadn't been intentional. He scoffed, looking around and then backing you up against the wall. You squeaked, and one of his hands cupped your chin and squeezed your cheeks. His light eyes were shrouded in darkness, and he leaned down close to whisper,

"Laugh at me again and I'll fuck that mouth raw. Got it?" He asked, and you tried not to think about the heat pooling in your belly from his threat. You knew that Severen would never do anything you didn't want him to, but the idea of him being even less restrained? Of him taking control? It made your eyes hooded as you stared up at him. You gave him a quick nod, and he looked over your face for a moment before leaning down to recapture your lips. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against it in a way that made you whimper. Your mouth was already sensitive, and his kiss was bruising. His hands wandered, groping whatever he pleased and making you arch into the touch. When his thumb rubbed over one of your nipples, you grabbed his hand and arched into his touch. You whimpered, the sound needy and pathetic, and, for a moment, you thought Severen was gonna hike you around his hips and take you right there. He didn't, and a wave of disappointment filled you. Instead, he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and said, "Car?" And you thought he was a genius.

Your "clan" had picked a truck with a cap earlier that evening, one that Severen had taken straight off the lot. The first night you'd watched him do it, you'd been fascinated with how quick he was with a hanger. The second the doors were closed the pair of you were back on eachother. There was a semblance of privacy, one that let the pair of you slow down just the tiniest bit. He kissed you over and over until you were putty in his hands, and you heard him start to unfasten his own belt so you could finish what you had started.

“How can I help you, pilgrim?” He asked, and the annoyance was clear in his voice. Whatever this intrusion was for, it wasn’t welcome. Caleb smiled, a tinge of knowing in his eyes, and he gave you a smile before he said,

A knock on the window of the truck nearly scared the shit out of both of you, and Severen looked through the darkened window to see the slightly dirty face of his brother. Caleb. Severen leaned back in the seat, cursing, before he began cranking the window down.

“Diamond’ wanted me to tell you that sun’s up in a half hour.” Caleb said, and Severen gave him a hard glare. Caleb was chewing a toothpick, and it was one of the first times you’d seen him without Mae. It seemed that cock-blocking the pair of you was a game that both of Severen’s brothers enjoyed.

“Tell her I said thank you.” Severen replied, and then went to close the conversation with a few rolls of the window. Before he could, Caleb piped up. From the look in Severen’s eye, you almost thought he was gonna give him a black eye.

“There’s a camera right there, y’know.” Caleb said, pointing towards a security camera neither of you had spotted before. Right under it was a sign telling them that the parking lot was under twenty-four hour surveillance. You blushed bright red, suddenly thankful for the intrusion. The brunette besides you gave you a look, and he seemed to be able to tell that if you were going to continue your earlier action, it wasn’t going to be here. Severen sighed and shook his head, then gave Caleb a grin as fake as canned cheese.

“Thank you, Caleb. You can leave now.” Severen said, his voice dripping with faux-kindness. Caleb must’ve enjoyed pulling on Severens chain, or at least he might’ve enjoyed brushes with death. Because Caleb had the gall to continue as he stepped back, saying,

“Oh, I might go for a walk. Isn’t that what y’all said you were gonna do? You two get far?” And Caleb’s double-meaning wasn’t lost on the two of you. Severen opened the door, as if he really was going to beat Calebs ass, and the light haired brunette laughed and jogged away from the silent threat of violence. Severen slammed the door closed and sighed, leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed for a moment. You were still curled up next to him, and you gently pet at his chest before you laid his head on his shoulder. It seemed neither of you were getting far that night, and you opted to cuddle up to him instead. Softly, you told him,

“We’ll figure something out.” And he let out a soft grunt in response. He reached down to fix himself in his pants, giving his dick a squeeze to try to lessen the pressure. You leaned over, kissing at his jaw until he turned his head to press his lips against yours. After a quick slide of his lips, he offered,

“We could get in the back.” And you gave him a small glare in response. He sighed, and you could practically hear his train of thought. Swing and a miss. He leaned back in to give you another short, sweet kiss, and you ran your hand over his thigh, trying to find purchase. His breath hitched for a moment, and he said, “Don’t tease.” Before he leaned back in, deepening the kiss.

You didn’t get to do much more than makeout in the truck, but you’d taken your extra bout of time with eachother to talk lightly. It was nice, just laying on his chest and listening to him speak. You’d gotten to ask a few questions, and you’d specifically asked about his age. He’d grinned for a moment as he laid his head back, and vaguely said,

“You know about the Chicago fire?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows. It didn’t take long to put together what he was telling you. They set fires each night, and you lifted your head off his chest.

“That was you?” You asked, poking his chest. He laughed, nodding and continued with,

“Me and Jesse. It was just me and Jesse back then.” You hummed, thinking about what he’d told you. You tried to remember what year that fire was, thinking back to your highschool classes. You wanted to say 1870-1872. It was the 80’s. The 1980’s. That meant that Severen was over a hundred years old, not including any time before that and the years he’d spent as a human. And Jesse, you assumed, was older. You propped your chin on his chest, staring at him for a moment. You smiled as you said,

“Homer was right.” You whispered, and he furrowed his brows and looked at you. “You are too old for me.” You clarified, laughing at the look that crossed his face. He rolled his eyes, before quickly grabbing you and tickling your side. You laughed, almost a little too loud, but he was pressing further, pressing you back until you fell back against the seat. He tickled you until you were crying for mercy, and he said,

“I guess I’ll just have to eat you then.” He teased, playfully growling and mouthing at your neck as he tickled your sides. It took several cries of uncle before he ceased his tickling and clamped his lips over yours. He’d climbed on top of you, settling between your legs and trying his best to fit in the cramped truck. You giggled into the kiss, the after-shocks of adrenaline still running through you. You combed your fingers through the back of his hair, letting him pull away from the kiss to trail kisses to the corner of your lips, and then up your jaw.

“You won’t.” You told him, and you could feel that it was true to the core of your bones. “You like me too much.” You said with a giggle, and he kissed right under your ear before he was pulling away. He pulled so he could stare at you, brushing your hair away from your face and trailing his fingers over the exposed line of skin of your neck.

“Plus, I’d rather eat you out instead.” He teased, and you scoffed and pushed him away.

#near dark severen #severen near dark #near dark 1987 #near dark #severen #severen x reader #literally didnt edit this so if its wonky dont tell me

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offiiciium · 3 years ago

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Anonymous asked: What verses or AU's do you have for Sou and Keiji?

one day i’ll update my muse list verse page,, one day.

sou

pre game verse - early on, sou’s spending a good bit of time with shin. they’re ‘buddies’. then sou gets to have all the participants to sign the consent forms. they also spend a lot of time making fun of kai for not being able to kill anyone.

canon verse - slight changes depending on what route we’re writing in. i like to make sou slightly bitchier if shin is dead.

survival verse - sou miraculously survives the coffin russian roulette (don’t ask for details bc i have none). shin finds them, takes them to safalin and then wins the final game. they escape together and live together with doll kanna. it’s a little chaotic but they’re working on it...

mutiny verse - kai approaches sou before he goes full betrayal mode and asks them to join them. mostly bc he can see sou has some sort of feelings for shin and he wants to give sou a chance at being a normal person. in canon verse, sou rejects, laughs in his face but doesn’t report it bc they wanna see what happens. in this verse, sou accepts and is a little traitor. there’s two branches for this verse. 1. they succeed and wreck the death game before it begins. 2. they mega fail and both get thrown into the death game as punishment. which is fun bc it’s like redoing the entire story.

mafia au - sou has too much power really. right hand is shin. were raised vicious, along side ranger. they’re sort of like rivals but also sort of friends. it’s fun. their family is a war with another family (depends on branch really). shin is shockingly violent when sou’s life is on the line. and sou will destroy anyone who looks a shin the wrong way. good for them.

college au - sou is a funky little college student. roommates with shin. studying human science. works at a gay bar with reko. is just weird.

vampire au - they are vampire. or shin is vampire. we like to mix it up for fun.

happy family au - sou and kai are adoptive siblings. kai is gashu’s son, sou gets adopted when kai is around 10 probably. it’s about the time gashu decides kai’s a disappointment and wants to dedicate time to a decent child. doesn’t work out great for him. kai runs away around 16-17, leaving sou with the piece of shit gashu. about ten years later, he gets in contact with sou and they try to reconnect. it’s Rough bc kai has a little family. sou has shin now but is... kind of a mess. i feel like ranger could easily come into this as gashu’s third abomination.

keiji

canon verse - just follows the canon events but Gayer.

post game verse - free but not free from depression unfortunately.

college au - he’s a professor who has some gay feelings for kai. it’s great and a natural disaster honestly.

happy family au - keiji adopts sara. single parent. stress. meets kai. it’s mostly chill and soft for awhile. they date, get married. then kai’s horrible little family crop up and no one enjoys it. sou is Fine, but irritating. keeps committing computer crimes in his living room with shin. also has reko as a best friend, resident man hater. keiji would like to work 24/7 now. and then there’s gashu. keiji’s not a violent man but. might need to change that.

#✦ ooc answer ✦.#most of these are exclusive to vaciiviity and rhodologies #but it's chill to ask about them #can you tell i've worked on one more than the other????#and there's probably more for sou #my brain just says No xD #oh there's actor au's but doesn't feel Right to add them here lmao

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geekgirles · 5 years ago

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Trolls God!AU

So this is an idea I’ve been toying with ever since I realised just how similar Poppy and Branch are to La Muerte and Xibalba from The Book of Life. And after talking yesterday to @tipolover22 , I finally decided to write some headcanons about it.

General Aspects of the AU:

Poppy and Branch are both gods.

Nobody knows if they’re married or not, but they are 100% an unbreakable couple. So don’t try courting any of them unless you want to face the most straightforward, no nonsense rejection of your eternal life. (That would be Branch, tbh. Poppy would still make it very clear that she’s not interested but would at least try to soften the blow).

Their relationship, while utterly adorable and rocksolid, can get a little complicated from time to time.

They both love to compete with each other, both as themselves and through wagers they set over mortals that represent their beliefs.

Of course, depending on the result and development of the competition or bet, they can get a little snappy at each other. But they always kiss and make up in the end (quite literally, too).

Just like in canon, Poppy and Branch are completely different in terms of personality, but it also translates in their respective realms/things they got power over or they’re gods of.

Poppy:

Poppy is the goddess of emotions.

She’s the one responsible for people feeling happiness, joy, love, excitement, hope... And, as much as she hates it, sadness, despair, rage, etc. But she understands every single feeling, positive or negative, is a natural part of life humans deserve to experience.

She believes humans are capable of great good and incredible things, so she has a special soft spot for them.

That’s also the reason why she usually leaves her celestial realm to spend time with humans disguised as one, even more so before she met and fell for Branch.

As the goddess of emotions, Poppy is very celebrated among mortals.

Her temples and statues usually receive flowers, her priests and priestesses worship her through dances and singing, and there are countless parties and holidays in her honour.

When people pray to her or ask for her protection, she always go to incredible lenghts to ensure their happiness and safety. Often putting her own at risk.

Not to mention, many pray to her when it comes to winning over those they’re crushing on. So, more often than not, Poppy tends to play matchmaker, as long as the object of affection of the worshipper is single or has an unrequited love.

Branch:

Branch, on the other hand is a muse-like god.

He is the god of reason and rational thinking, to be precise.

But he’s also a dual god. That is to say, he has another realm he rules over alongside a different identity or name. His is Frond, the muse of poetry.

As Branch, he is the one mortals believe is responsible for the great ideas or, simply, common sense humanity has. So he’s also the protector of those who use their mind as their main tool, such as scientists, philosophers, students… As Frond, on the other hand, he is the one poets worship when they need inspiration, and the one they thank for whenever they finish a new piece. Also, he is known for being as great a poet as Apollo was known for being a great musician.

The only one who knows of this duality is Poppy, though. Because, ironically, she was and is the muse for many of his poems.

When it comes to mortals, Branch doesn’t usually think highly of them. Considering they do have a tendency of ignoring common sense. But still respects them because they often show they are capable of great things when they put their minds to it.

Also, he will always look after any person who prays to him and asks for his protection.

It’s because of things like these that he barely left his realm to mingle with humans, but once he and Poppy got together she manages to convince him to accompany her to many of her escapades.

He is not as worshipped as Poppy, though. Actually, he is the kind of god most people only ever pray to when they are in quite a pickle. Except, of course, for those who are protected by him; philosophers, scientists, poets…

But he does receive offerings from his followers and others, again, especially if they need his assistance.

Their first meeting:

I say they met at a party, disguised as humans.

Poppy would just be herself. Enjoying the party, dancing, having a blast as she basks in the happiness radiating from every guest.

But then she meets this young man whose view on things is incredibly different to anything she’s ever heard from any other human. Or god, as a matter of fact.

He seems like a bit of a stickler and too paranoid for his own good, especially considering just how short a mortal’s life is. But he is a total cutie and quite the charmer, so Poppy soon finds herself swooning over him.

Because if romancing a human can be like this then she doesn’t mind the centuries of longing after his death one bit.

Then there’s Branch.

He would only go to the party because one of the attendees is one of his followers and he’d asked him to look over him at the party because the next day he had something important to do.

So he’s there, counting down the minutes until his “shift” is over and he can go back to his godly duties when he notices this girl at the party.

She’s stunning, happy, energetic, full of life… And the life of the party by far.

Normally, he’d be put off by that type of personality, but there’s something… magnetic about her. Something that is encouraging him to get closer to her.

After a few minutes next to her he’s already written a whole new sonnet.

If all human girls were like her, he wouldn’t mind feelings nearly as much as he does.

At first, they both think what they have is just a fling between a god and a mortal. Nothing unheard of.

So they meet in secret because they just can’t get enough of each other.

Except it isn’t just a fling.

As time goes by, they both fall madly and deeply in love with each other.

They know they have to tell the truth. They have to reveal themselves! Perhaps give their lover a position inside their respective courts so they can be together without fearing death will do them part.

So they decide to come clean on the same day and reveal themselves as the deities they are.

As soon as they learn they were both gods all along they are, understandably, shocked.

Poppy’s the first to snap out of it and make a move, “So.... Considering we are both immortal deities and seem to be equally into each other... wanna spend the rest of eternity together?”

And Branch would finally come to his senses, “Dear Us pun totally intended, yes.”

And that’s how the most different, most adorable godly couple of all time came to be :)

Thoughts?

#trolls #trolls world tour #god!au #dreamworks trolls #poppy #branch #broppy #the book of life #la muerte #xibalba #gravepainters #goddess! poppy #god! branch #trolls the beat goes on #ttbgo #frond #headcanons

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lori-hime · 4 years ago

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I haven't written much about what I've been up to lately, so here's some word salad updates~ 🥗

NijiGaku Anime

So I started watching the new LL. I hadn't been keeping up with SIFAS' story, but I did read some of it when it first came out. I gotta say, I'm really enjoying all of the changes they decided to make for the anime version of the story, to both the characters and story. It's starting to feel like something coherent. The story in the game was ok, but the main thing that interested me was the interactions with Muse and Aqours, overshadowing the actual "plot" and even Nijigasaki themselves. But the anime really made me interested and excited about the story and characters again. I would be a little annoyed about the personality and dynamic changes, but honestly, I'm used to it by now. LL always ends up doing this sort of thing, and the personalities only seem to become solidified after the anime airs.

A little disappointed in Kasumi's change in some vague ways I don't really feel like describing, but honestly it balances out because Ayumu is fantastic now (previously one of my least cared for of the group.) Yu's personality is surprisingly super gay fun and I'm really excited for her and Ayumu's dynamic in particular. They're so cute. Seriously feel like I'm gonna ship them hard.

I also really like Rina's initial personality in this. Not only is she bad at expressing emotions through her face, but she also seems bad at expressing them through words too. I feel like this is gonna be much more interesting than her already being cutesy and genki like in the promo stuff and SIFAS.

When Karin was first shown, I had mixed feelings. At first I was like oh god I'm gay and she's beautiful. But the whole sexuality flaunting thing kind of put me off for several reasons I don't really wanna get into explaining. I really didn't know how to feel. I started liking her a little more during SIFAS, when she competed against Muse in DDR and lost... started feeling like I was getting a glimpse of her real personality without the whole sexy idol persona. Although not much has happened in the anime with her yet, she's giving me Nozomi vibes and I love it. I actually think if I had gone into this without previous knowledge of the characters, I'd be betting she'd become my fave for sure.

My list has gone from Kasumi > Rina > Kanata / Emma > Karin > Ai > Setsuna > Ayumu > Shizuku to Yuu > Ayumu > Kasumi / Karin > Rina > Kanata / Emma > Ai > Setsuna > Shizuku

Still biased a bit towards characters that have shown up more in the first two eps, so it'll undoubtedly change. But It's really interesting how much the characters I already felt I had good placements for changed so much.

Edit for episode 3, because I didn't post this fast enough. Student council speedrun was fantastic. Yu continues to be incredibly gay. I wonder how this episode will affect the ships people will gravitate towards. LL has always been a fairly monoship fandom, heavily gravitating towards specific pairs. Of course that's largely the fault of canon itself, often pushing and developing single ships. Well, I suppose we saw a big change with Aqours, though, especially with season two. But even then, the ships tended to stay at least between girls of the same year (aside from my rarepair, shout-out to YohaRiko.) Now, I wonder. From the very beginning, before Yu even had a name, it felt like they were really pushing the shippy stuff @ the viewer. I wonder if that’s still gonna be the angle. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it yet. I really want to see more YuAyu rather than YuSetsu, but I can't really be mad at more gay content unless they try to make it a DEEP story and then fail to resolve it but haha they'd NEVER do that, I'm sure!!

As for the others... I'm guessing they're gonna push RinAi, KarinEmma, YuuKasu, and maybe YuuShizu? My original guesses were that AiKarin would be a thing, evoking NozoEli v3. But I guess that'd be too predictable a third time. KarinEmma sounds like it could be cute and sweet, RinAi feels like it has adorable potential, and YuKasu vs. YuAyu sounds like it could have some good comedic rival-y potential, given they don't make Kasumi super serious about it and make it really angsty. Not that a cute idol show would ever do such a thing haha!!!!!

Higurashi Gou

Also started Higurashi. I doubt many people know this, but I used to be a major Higurashi fan before I got into Touhou. It was my main "fandom" I guess, even though there wasn't really that much of a fandom to interact with comparatively. Anyway, despite that, I didn't think I'd get into this remake super hard... but I'm really loving it so far. The art style is really pretty and eye candy, and it turns out it's a direct continuation of the story rather than a remake. Very excited to see where it's going, and also to see a lot of my baby Rena again.

An interesting difference to me as I'm rewatching are my feelings for Keiichi. While I don't hate him, over the years I've really grown tired of the generic male leads (especially in harem anime) like him. Of course, he's definitely not AS generic as they come, or maybe perhaps that's just my bias from when I used to really like him. The me back then found him unique enough to stand beside the girls. Nowadays, I definitely can't say the same. At least he doesn't grate on my nerves as much as most other harem anime protags do, however. I feel like despite lacking the quirks that make the girls so likeable and unique, he still has something going for him... perhaps the fact he's framed as inherently different from everyone else, because he comes from the city, and the way he acts a bit more realistically to the scary things that are happening. Although those things are obviously explained away later, at least for now I still accept him for what he is, old bias or not.

Genshin Impact

Been playing Genshin Impact religiously and loved every second of it. Though I've caught up with the main story content, so sadly it's slowed down. I'd never heard of this game before it came out, so I was absolutely wowed that such a game was f2p. I've heard a lot of people criticizing it because they added gacha in at the last minute, and I definitely understand being annoyed through the pov of someone who was anticipating it. But part of me is still really thankful that the game is free at all. I suppose that full but paid 60 dollar game would still be a better experience, but because of my non-existent budget situation, I may not have ended up playing it at all.

Aside from the arguably shitty monetization practices, however, the game is fantastic. It really is as similar to BoTW as people have mentioned, and I really appreciate that. BoTW, from a gameplay standpoint, is absolutely my favorite game. It's exactly what I want from any given game. So I really appreciated this. The story and characters of Genshin are also really interesting. I really like Qiqi, Venti, Fischl, and Xingqiu, among others. I spent a while rerolling for Qiqi or Venti 5*s, and eventually got an account with Qiqi. Venti on the other hand I've been trying to roll for but sadly haven't gotten. I have 1 roll left before the banner ends, so hopefully.. My friends whaled him for me. I swear I tried to stop them! I owe them my soul...

HoloLive, Pikamee & Vtubing

I briefly started getting into HoloLive a little while ago. After the Aloe stuff, I started worrying a bit about how the company handles these situations as well as the girls' freedoms and how much of their donation money they actually get.. (I made a post about it a while back.) After a while my worries died down a bit, but then came back full force with the Coco and Haachama situation. After that and one too many uncomfortable sexual jokes, I decided to just distance myself from HL. It's a shame, because I really enjoyed their personalities, but it was making me feel uncomfortable more often than not.

I told myself it’s fine, I’ve got Pikamee if I ever feel like watching vtubers again. And then like a week later... Well, it’s not really something I wanna talk about here, but she made some posts on twitter that made me too uncomfortable to continue watching her either.

On a much lighter note... A friend of mine showed us how to use prprlive and facerig to use the Touhou CB Live2D models, and Asa and I played around with Mokou, Kaguya, and Lyrica’s. It was quite fun, and I do look forward to using the Kaguya one for private streams on one of my servers. I’ve actually always wanted to try out vtubing stuff myself, but not really publicly. Of course, the costs for getting a model drawn and made specifically for me are too much for something I’m not really committing to, so this is perfect. I’m excited~

Touhou Cannonball & Kagura Thoughts

It’s been a long time since I talked about Touhou CB on my blog, and I’m pretty sure I left things on a pretty bad note. Mainly dissatisfied with Mokou’s portrayal for pretty shallow reasons on my part, despite they game having just started and having a lot of room to grow. And grow it did. While I quit pretty early in because of that, Asa decided to take over my account. She realized that it was pretty easy to upgrade any given character you had to a 5* without having to rely much on the gacha. She ended up playing a lot with the goal of upgrading everyone we had. I came back to it around July and actually had a lot of fun with it. The cast had gotten much bigger and we really enjoyed playing on multiplayer. It wasn't the best game ever from a gameplay standpoint, but it definitely had it's charm. The announcement of its death, although unsurprising, came at the worst time. Asa and I actually cried a little when we saw the announcement, ngl. The game had such good, wholesome, Touhouy vibes to it. Nonetheless, we made the most out of the last month or so after the announcement. We played a LOT of multiplayer and had a lot of really cute and good interactions with other players. Near the end, we realized that Lyrica was the only character from the normal banner we were missing, so we grinded like crazy (mostly Asa) to try to get her... we ended up getting a number of 5*s but none Lyrica... she eluded us to the very end. It was quite sad, but how hard we worked for it still felt satisfying somehow. We were able to max out our multiplayer level and complete a ton of goals we wouldn’t have otherwise.

So after this bittersweet experience with Touhou gacha, and all the scummy things I've been hearing about Lost Word, I've been thinking like... I'm done with Touhou gacha, at least for now. Don't wanna hear anything else about it for a good while. And then the 25th anniversary hits and they announce Kagura. Ugh. Please, give me a break. Needless to say, I'm gonna have to give it a try. Touhou is my life, I love rhythm games, I love Touhou music, and I love character collecting games. And I've been waiting for something to replace SIF gameplay in my heart for a long time. I'd banked my hopes on SIFAS but it's really barely a rhythm game so.... at least now that I've gone through CB's death and seen how cruddy LW is, I'll have lower standards and not get my hopes up too high.

If you got this far, thanks for reading my rambles and have a good day~

#loritalk #super long im sorry #there's even more stuff i wanted to talk about but it was already long enough as it is

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thekrazykeke · 5 years ago

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I am suffering from writer’s block as everyone well knows by this point.

I’m desperate for more Black Panther films but it's a ways off, again. *weeps bitterly* Regardless of anything though, I’m still part of this fandom and because I don’t want to forget my love for this movie, I think it’s important that I once again power through the ‘block. Also, because I’m kind of a straight up slut for drama and angst, and although I don’t always like or agree with canon, I do want this to be sort of canon-ish going forward. Because I’m also a sucker for fics where the black reader or OC becomes an influential person or Queen; we deserve it.

My suggestion for this chapter is to listen to Queen Naija’s Karma.

P.S. Gramercy Tavern is a real place in NYC and the price on they food made my wallet shrivel up. And this chapter is kind of a filler, I know, but I think it’s important.

i. ii. iii. iv.

@braexx @wakandanmoonchild @wikiwakanda @theultimateblacknerdwithglasses @adiafegan @melaninmarvel @forwakandaalways @cleothegoldfish @chaneajoyyy (if you wanna be removed from the tag or it won’t let me @ you, naturally, I’ll send it in your DM’s, so have them open.

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You felt as if you’re stuck in a dream.

A really, really wonderful, fantastical and naughty dream. Or you were lucid daydreaming for like, weeks, in order to cope with the horrible relationship you’d been stuck in with Andrew.

‘Shit, that got dark.’ You idly thought to yourself, shaking your head faintly.

“--re you even listening to me?!”

Checking out your nails, you inwardly muse that you’re overdue for a manicure. “I’m listening to you, Mother, but the truth is, this conversation is tiresome and repetitive.” Glancing at the other woman at the corner of your eye, you note that your mom is faintly frowning in your direction, her wine mostly left untouched, her ruby red shrimp plate nibbled on, a clear indication of her mounting frustration. “Besides, do you truly think now is the time to be discussing this...?”

Letting the words hang, you turn your attention back to your beet salad, taking a bite; the explosion of flavor from the hazelnuts, crisp apples and romano salad dressing all the more delicious because you’d won this round. After a moment or two, once it sunk in that you’re now actively ignoring her (even more), your mother followed your example and went back to eating, thank God.

Getting an invite to have lunch with your mom at the Gramercy Tavern should have been the first red flag that something is up.

Frugal by nature, just like your father, you’re grateful that she hadn’t suggested dinner. As it is, sitting through two courses and maybe dessert, being chided by your maternal figure of authority under the guise of motherly bonding and concern would undoubtedly leave you feeling hollow and exhausted by the end, if either you or she didn’t storm out first. It’s looking more and more likely that she’s gonna leave first, and have you footing the entire bill.

Once the two of you polish of the iced island creek oysters, and the waiter took the plates away, she sighed heavily. “I just want what’s best for you, you know?” There’s a pause and then she continued on when you didn’t say anything else, merely fingering the stem of the wine glass. “I don’t want you to throw your future away for a mistake. Just think back to the happier times, the two of you would make a wonderful husband and wife...”

Snorting, you took a sip of champagne, resisting the urge to roll your eyes just barely. “Andrew had no intentions to marry me.”

Before she could interrupt and try to twist things again, you powered on.

“He really didn’t. Not sincerely. I was his fall back option, I see it now. We knew each other since we were kids, we more or less got along. The natural next step should be marriage, and those first couple of years living together, maybe that was the case, but the years dragged on and on and on....”

It’s a sad realization to come to, but it bolsters you, gives you courage, relief, strength, in order to look at your mother who stares back at you as if she doesn’t know who you are.

“....I deserve better.” You stated simply. “And after nearly falling into that trap, of nearly marrying someone who wouldn’t uphold a single one of those vows, I’m glad, no, I’m grateful to find someone who walks with me through the dark, who stands with me and treats me with genuine kindness and respect whether or not I decide to be intimate with him, who doesn’t tell me to be less or more, who won’t force me to change to suit some preconceived notion of who I should be.”

Flustered and now getting angry, she began to scowl, “Y/N...”

“Thank you for lunch.” You interrupt, already standing from your seat. “I love you, mom, but let’s not do this again for a long time.”

Although it hurt you to do it, because you genuinely do love your mother and want her to think of you as a good daughter, you walked away from the table and ignored her furious whisper-yells of your name. As soon as you stepped out the door of the restaurant, you lit up.

Leaning against the sleek black car is T’Challa, hands shoved down in his pockets and looking like something straight off the cover of a GQ magazine. You’d half jokingly let him know earlier that day that you might need a rescue and hadn’t thought he’d actually...to think that he’d come all this way...

“I figured you could use a ride. It’s going to rain after all, my lady.” He opened the door for you with a slight flourish, the dork.

“Mm, such a gentleman you are.” You teased as you climbed inside. He closed the door and went around to the driver’s side.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be as long as I can be called yours.” With that heart stopping statement, he brushed his lips against yours. Hand cupping his jaw, you kissed him back for a moment, lingering.

The air felt electrified, charged.

You swallowed thickly and still your throat felt dry.

“That works for me since I’ve been yours practically since our first meeting.” It’s a whispered confession and regardless, T’Challa still heard it. His eyes sparked with undisguised relief, joy, and all consuming want. Legs squeezing together unconsciously, you glance to the side because it’s still a bit daunting to be looked at like that.

As if you’re the only thing he could ever desire or need and if he didn’t have you, he’d die.

T’Challa let out a quiet, frustrated sound and then muttered underneath his breath about getting you home. The car purred to life and as he took off, just as he said, it began to rain.

#t'challa #mcu #t'challa imagine #mcu imagine #t'challa x reader #marvel #t'challa x black reader #marvel imagine #black panther #t'challa udaku #black panther imagine #t'challa udaku x reader #thekrazykeke

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yellingmetatron · 5 years ago

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The Story of Saint Olga of Kiev

Well kids, Metamun is here for story time. You see, I’ve recently learned of a Kievan saint named Olga who has charmed me to the moon in back. I had originally thought to write about her in-character as Metatron, but, well…

To be perfectly frank, Olga is sort of terrifying. Terrifying in a way that particularly appeals to me, but that might just be my Slav coming out. Weirdly, I feel much more comfortable expressing my admiration personally than having Metatron do it, despite the fact he’d probably feel the same—he’s “good” not “nice”. Still, I’d much rather have people think I’m a bloodthirsty nut than my muse.

Once upon a time in the mid-900′s AD, the wife of the ruler of the Kievan Rus’ was a woman named Olga—or, if you like, Helga. She was a Varangian, you see, the descendant of Vikings that settled in Slavic territory, and therefore something of a cultural mix. The Varangians were a force to be reckoned with, and often called to serve the Byzantine Emperor as his personal guards. Olga and her husband Igor were pagans, probably following a syncretic Nordic-Slavic pantheon.

Now, Kiev was the most powerful city on the Dnieper. As such, the Kievans had many tributaries from whom they collected money and raised soldiers. One such tributary tribe was that of the Drevlians, who had in the past aided the Kievans when they fought Byzantium. But when Igor took the throne, they decided to switch their allegiances. Igor wasn’t having with that, and met the Drevlians in person to demand they pay their due tribute. They agreed, but as he was riding home, Igor decided that they’d come up short. He went back to demand more tribute. The Drevlians, perhaps understandably, decided to kill him. This would prove to be a big mistake, though not as big as what they did next.

See, the Drevlian prince quite liked the idea of being the new ruler of Kiev. And with Igor out of the way, Olga was single. With Igor dead, she would be named regent for her three-year-old son, which meant she was going to be the main power in Kiev for quite some time to come. As his wife, she’d be expected to defer to her husband in most things. The Drevlians decided to send a diplomatic delegation to Kiev, explaining that they’d just murdered her husband, and that their Prince intended to wed her.

Now, it’s not discussed in the chronicle itself, but I figure a few thoughts occurred to Olga: First off, she was in an incredibly precarious position as a regent. All of her actual authority was derived through being the mother of her three-year-old son, and as history teaches us, toddlers are distressingly easy to get rid of. There was every reason to assume her new husband would try to have him disinherited in favor of his own heirs—and that was only if he were feeling indulgent enough not to murder the boy outright. Her own subjects would also be massively indignant that their city was being put in the power of foreigners; some native Kievans might get ideas about staging a coup. To sum up: Both Olga and her son, Svyatoslav, had massive flashing targets stuck on their foreheads. She needed to act quickly to establish to her subjects that she and Svyatoslav were not people to go against.

So, she was all smiles and niceties to the people who came to tell her they killed her husband and wanted her to marry their leader:

“Your proposal is pleasing to me; indeed, my husband cannot rise again from the dead. But I desire to honor you tomorrow in the presence of my people. Return now to your boat, and remain there with an aspect of arrogance. I shall send for you on the morrow, and you shall say, ‘We will not ride on horses nor go on foot; carry us in our boat.’ And you shall be carried in your boat.”

They probably couldn’t have been more pleased with this outcome. This lady sure was pliable! Exactly what they wanted in their Prince’s new wife. They did as Olga asked, haughtily demanding to be carried through the city in their boat as if it were a palanquin. To their delight, the Kievans complied, cheering all the while as they carried the boat to its final destination. Its final destination in this context being a massive pit Olga had dug right in the middle of court. Olga had them buried alive, but not before asking them if this great honor was to their liking. The response is not recorded, but I’d hazard “no”.

In doing this Olga made two things clear: She was a pious and devoted wife who would stop at nothing to avenge her husband, and she was absolutely somebody you didn’t wanna fuck with. But she wasn’t done yet. As far as anybody among the Drevlians knew she was still hosting the Drevlian delegation—dead men tell no tales, and the Kievans weren’t gonna tip their own ruler’s hand. The Drevlians were pleased when she sent a messenger thanking them for their diplomatic visit, and requesting that they send more of their distinguished nobles and warriors “so that she might go to their Prince with due honor.” She emphasized this particularly: She wanted them to send “the best men who governed the land of Dereva”. Naturally, a lot of Drevlian bigwigs were eager to sign up for such an honor.

As with the last group, she received them with great pomp and hospitality. She commanded her people to draw a bath for these fine men, so that they might appear in full cleanliness and dignity before her. The Drevlians went merrily to the bathhouse, at which point Olga had all the doors blocked and set the place on fire. There were no survivors. Olga, as we shall see repeatedly confirmed, didn’t do anything half-way.

So she sent yet another message to Dereva. They still hadn’t heard what happened to everybody they sent to Kiev, but just sort of assumed they were still partying it up in the great city. This time, Olga asked politely that she be allowed to enter the Drevlian city where they killed her husband. Although she of course still intended to marry their prince, as a devoted widow she must weep over his grave and throw him a funeral feast—remember, she was a Varangian. Mourning among Viking types generally involved a lot of mead.

She was graciously allowed her visit with her retinue, and per her request, they even footed the bill for all the mead. She took the opportunity to have a good cry over her husband’s remains, as was proper for a Varangian widow. Personally, I hope she got some genuine closure. And then the feasting started. But Olga’s retinue notably didn’t carouse quite so hard as their hosts. Once the Drevlians were good and drunk, she gave the order for her sober soldiers to begin a great massacre. Supposedly five-thousand Drevlians were killed, a number which I think was exaggerated but does make for an impressive story. Although Olga was not a shield-maiden type and did not take part directly in the slaughter, she did walk among her retinue, encouraging them as they cut down everyone in their path. What a great manager!

So finally the rest of Dereva figured out what was going on, and an official state of war was declared. Olga, remember, had already decapitated their leadership and diplomatic corps, as well as taking out a considerable chunk of their army. She led the Kievans to victory after victory in the battlefield, so that in the end only the capital city of the Drevlians, Iskorosten, held out. The Kievans lay siege to it for a year, and there were still no signs of them giving up. Olga was starting to get impatient. So she sent this message:

“Why do you persist in holding out? All your cities have surrendered to me and submitted to tribute, so that the inhabitants now cultivate their fields and their lands in peace. But you had rather tide of hunger, without submitting to tribute.”

Translated into modern English: “Come on out. Olga won’t hurt you~”

The Drevlians sent word back that they were afraid she was still sore about that whole murdering her husband thing. Olga tut-tutted, saying she’d had enough revenge after everything she’d already done. Protip: Never believe a Varangian lady when she tells you something like that. Anyway, she told the Drevlians she only wanted a token show of submission: Three pigeons and three sparrows from the roofs of each house in Iskorosten. The Drevlians breathed a sigh of relief that their tribute would be so light, and complied.

When this tribute was delivered, Olga had her soldiers tie a piece of cloth and sulfur to the leg of each bird. Then she told them to set each piece aflame. In a panic, the birds flew back to their nests, which as has been established were in the roofs of every house in Iskorosten. Soon the whole city was burning, and nobody could put the fires out quickly enough because the flames were coming from everywhere. The Drevlians fled their city, whereupon Olga had some killed and some taken into slavery, a gift for her followers. She did leave some of the Drevlians alive in Iskorosten, though; enough to supply a decent tribute in the future.

Now, Olga did all this while she was a pagan. Although there are plenty of gory saints, all this fuss isn’t what got her canonized.

Supposedly, the Byzantine Emperor next tried his hand at wooing our Olga. This, like so many details in hagiographies, might be a fabrication; the historical Emperor at the time was already married. Of course, there are a number of nasty possibilities that might render that point moot. Anyway, the story goes that Olga was still not interested in re-marrying. But she didn’t have as much of a beef with the Byzantines--now and then Kiev fought with them, but it wasn’t personal-- and anyway they’d be much harder to kill. So she got clever.

Olga welcomed the Emperor’s proposal, and asked that he first sponsor her conversion to Christianity—she asked him to be her godfather, in other words. He was very pleased to do this, and personally took part in her baptism, calling her his daughter as part of the ceremony. Then, he repeated his marriage proposal. Here’s what happened next:

“[…] she replied, ‘How can you marry me, after yourself baptizing me and calling me your daughter? For among Christians that is unlawful, as you yourself must know.’ Then the Emperor said, ‘Olga, you have outwitted me.’ He gave her many gifts of gold, silver, silks, and various vases, and dismissed her, still calling her his daughter.”

Absolute legend Olga.

When she wasn’t killing Drevlians and outwitting Emperors, Olga was a capable administrator and warrior-queen, and she groomed her son well for the throne-- although his empire fractured on his untimely death. She made an attempt to Christianize the Kievan Rus’, but that didn’t really go anywhere in her lifetime. My take? Since her conversion was a political move (would have gotten the Byzantines off her back whether the marriage proposal story was true or not), she might not really have tried all that hard to get her subjects to convert. Despite this, she bears the title Isapóstolos-- Equal to the Apostles. Her grandson would later successfully Christianize Kievan Rus’, but only after he made an earnest attempt to reform Slavic paganism into something that could compete with Christianity.

Some people might read Saint Olga as a monster. I would like to remind everyone that the 900’s AD were not happy nice funtimes. And the moral of all this is, don’t murder a Varangian lady’s husband and ask her to marry you unless you’re really, really sure you’re prepared for the consequences.

#out of Voice #cut for length

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chaostheoryy · 6 years ago

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The Virus [Han X Reader]

Prompt: @greatdinosaursalad requested a Han X Reader where, despite Han’s bewilderment, the reader provides him some much needed assistance. So, I decided to write a little Solo canon-inspired piece that takes place during his stint as an Imperial infantryman...

Word Count: 3,066

Rating: General

A/N: Yup. I’m back with yet another war story. It’s been a while since my last reader insert but hopefully you all will enjoy this one just as much as I did writing it!

Right from the start you knew he didn’t belong. With those bright eyes still so full of optimism and determination, Han Solo stood out like a sore thumb amongst the infantry. Despite his reputation as a spunky outsider, he kept to himself more often than not, signaling to the rest of the troops that he knew better than to get himself into even more trouble with Imperial leadership. After all, he’d already managed to get himself kicked out of the Flight Academy for insubordination…

You and Solo didn’t speak much during training outside of the occasional “watch your back” or “don’t you blow this for me, kid”. There was a sense of competitiveness between the two of you and, though you never told him, you greatly admired his attitude. It was pretty clear that the kid from Corellia was afraid of his life as a soldier but that didn’t stop him from cracking jokes. It seemed every time you would look over at him there would be one of those crooked grins on his face. How he managed to keep himself from breaking down after all the shit talk and physical exhaustion, you would never fully understand.

It wasn’t long after Solo’s introduction into your battalion that you were shipped off to Mimban. With dozens of infantrymen stacked on top of each other in single file lines within the tiny transport, the jump through hyperspace was miserable. It was hard to tell where one trooper’s limbs ended and the next began. It wasn’t, however, nearly as miserable as the planet itself.

The second you marched out of the transport into the forward camp, your boots sunk several inches deep into thick mud. The air was humid beyond belief and the swampy rainforests emerging from the dense fog on all sides of the camp served as daunting reminders of the camouflaged enemy waiting in the wilderness to strike at any moment.

You and Solo were assigned to the same barracks and, out of habit, took a pair of beds beside one another in the back corner of the hut. As much as everyone in the camp wanted to strip down to their underwear to fight the humidity, the risk of stealthy night attacks from the Mimbanese was too high for comfort. Troopers needed to be ready to go at a moment’s notice which meant crashing in everything but your boots and tactical vests.

Collapsing onto your bed with every intent of knocking right out, you looked over to find Solo sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands clasped between his knees and head dipped low. There was a look of complete dread on his face as he stared down at his toes in silence. No doubt he was thinking about the impending battles that lay ahead.

“Y’know, if you really wanna get out of this thing alive, you’re better off trying to get some sleep.”

Solo looked up at the sound of your voice, surprised anyone was paying any sort of attention to him. He forced a smile. “Yeah, well, I guess I find it a little hard to doze when I’m worried about a detonator blowing this grungy camp sky-high,” he said quietly, “But if Dreamland is calling your name, then by all means. Don’t let me keep you from counting Bantha tonight.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow so you could address him more directly. “Look, if you think you’re the only one without a death wish, check again. Half of the battalion hates the Empire but they feel like they’ve got no other choice than to fight for it. We’ve all got people and places to go home to. None of us wanna call this hellhole our final resting place,” you explained truthfully, “But if we wanna make it off of this forsaken mud ball, we gotta do what we can to survive. And if that means catching forty winks a night just to eat dirt for breakfast, then so be it.”

Solo took a moment before asking, “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You in this for the Empire’s benefit or your own?”

You nearly scoffed. “I hope every Imperial official rots in hell. The only reason I’m here is so I can help make sure that happens.”

Solo furrowed his brow, clearly confused by your response.

“If a virus wants to take over its host, it’s gotta move cell by cell,” you said, “There’s no such thing as one and done. It takes time and a buttload of patience for that virus to kill.”

Solo blinked. “You’re an infiltrator.”

You nodded. “And I’m not the only one. All across the galaxy there are millions of people like me who wanna see the Empire burn. One day, when more and more people have gathered up the courage and know-how to do something about it, a massive rebellion will form and become the beacon of hope the galaxy has been looking for. One day, the Empire will fall and I’m gonna be one of the ones who buries it.”

You were surprised to see a small smirk tug at Solo’s lips. You side-eyed him.

“What’s that look for?”

“I always knew there was something different about you,” he mused, “You’re way too tough to be a stormtrooper.”

A proud grin found its way to your face in response to his comment. “Imperial standards are far too low for my taste.”

The two of you exchanged looks just before the troop commander called out to the group, ordering everyone to hit the hay for the night. Everyone in the hut prepared to settle in.

“Goodnight, Solo,” you hummed as you laid back down.

He grinned and followed your lead without hesitation. “Don’t let the kleex bite, (Y/L/N).”

With a low hum, the lanterns scattered around the hut faded out.

Things went south almost immediately the following morning. Using guerrilla tactics to flank and ambush the infantry, the Mimbanese quickly had Imperial forces pinned down around northern fields with little hope of pushing outward. It had been clear from the get-go that, even with superior weaponry, the infantry would have a hard time taking down Mimbanese forces. Home field advantage, it seemed, was all they needed to prevent Imperial advancement.

Despite watching each other’s back in every trench and sprint, it was by pure luck that neither you nor Solo had been blown to bits by a detonator. Explosives seemed to go off every five seconds, taking down nearly half a dozen infantrymen around every time. One detonator blew both of you off your feet and, if it weren’t for your determination to keep trudging through the pain, Solo may have surrendered to the embrace of the muddy ground for good.

With the battalion’s commanding officer shot down, rank fell to an older officer with greying hair and a thick drawl. Never before had you seen the man nor did you even know his name yet everyone in your battalion followed him without question. Even Solo seemed keen on sticking close to the newfound commander. You, however, couldn’t quite jump on board. Something was off and it would only be a matter of time before somebody found out why.

A cease-fire was called late that afternoon, allowing you and the rest of the battalion to return to Camp Forward to gather supplies and get some much needed rest. It was clear on the march back to camp that Solo was worn out but he still managed to keep that youthful spirit of his alive, flashing smiles and cracking jokes at other infantry members the entire journey back. You couldn’t help but grin to yourself in response.

Safely back in the barracks, you were in the middle of restocking your ammo pouches and munching on the day’s rations when Solo suddenly stood and dismissed himself from your company.

“Aren’t you gonna finish that?” You asked when you noticed he was leaving half a protein bar behind.

He waved it off. “I’m watching my weight,” he joked, “’Sides, I’ll be right back.”

You watched with a furrowed brow as he hurried off into the camp. What he was up to, you weren’t quite sure. But something told you it wasn’t going to end well for anyone.

No more than two hours after Solo had dipped out, all hell broke loose in the camp. You could hear hurried footfall in the mud and officers barking orders like rabid dogs. You poked your head out of the barracks after gunfire broke out in the distance and were surprised to see dozens of infantrymen scurrying about in confusion.

You grabbed one of the troopers by the arm as he hurried by. “What the hell’s going on?”

“The beast’s escaped!”

Your stomach flipped as you released the trooper from your grasp. Oh, great. Not only was the battalion getting its ass handed to it by the Mimbanese but now the infantry’s most dangerous captive was loose in the camp.

You tightened your grip on your blaster and began weaving your way through the camp toward the pit where the beast had been kept. You had little hope of the infantry regaining control over the creature, especially after the brutal treatment it had received during its transport to Mimban. But, if you were lucky, maybe you could get to it first and prevent the remaining troops from killing the innocent captive.

You rounded a corner only to come crashing hard into another figure. The impact knocked you straight into the mud but your counterpart seemed less than fazed by the collision. Looking up, it immediately became clear as to why. There, standing directly over you was the beast.

Your eyes bulged as the beast let out a guttural roar. You quickly reached for your blaster and pointed it directly at the creature’s furry head. Before you could do anything more than aim the barrel, a familiar voice spoke out from behind the beast.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don’t shoot!”

You blinked, completely baffled to find Solo stepping out from behind the beast.

“Solo?” You looked him over from head to toe, taking in the sight of his mud-soaked, messy figure. It was then that you noticed he was chained to the beast. “What the hell did you get yourself into?”

“It’s a long story,” he said hurriedly as he pulled you to your feet, “But me and fuzzball here-“

The beast made a quiet growling sound.

“Me and Chewbacca,” Solo corrected, throwing his furry companion a look before readdressing you, “Need to get over to the transport pad ASAP. We’ve got one ticket outta this mud pit and something tells me that it ain’t gonna end well for either of us if we miss our ride.”

You took a second to process everything. So, somehow, Solo had managed to not only understand the creature’s dialect but establish some kind of alliance with it. And now the two oddballs wanted to stow away aboard an Imperial transport to desert the battalion?

You clenched your jaw and nodded with newfound determination. “Then we better get you over to the landing platform.”

Solo seemed completely taken back by your declaration. “Wait a second, I didn’t-“

Solo’s words were cut off by a choked gasp when Chewbacca lurched forward to follow as you began making your way toward the transport area of the camp. Sticking to the outer perimeter, you were hopeful that encounters with infantry members would be kept to an absolute minimum. Last thing you wanted to do was blow your infiltration by killing your troop mates.

You spotted a pair of officers ahead and responded quickly, ducking behind a pile of armor crates. Chewbacca and Solo immediately copied your movements and took their place directly behind you. You peeked around the corner.

“Alright, I’ve got an idea,” you said as you turned toward your companions, “I’m gonna loop around the right side and distract them. Once I have their attention, Solo, you and your pal swoop in and take them from behind. With them out of the way, it’s a straight shot to the transport. You got this?”

“I mean, it sounds simple enough…”

“Great.”

You made a move to get up and execute the plan but a hand grasped your forearm and pulled you back down. You looked back in confusion only to find Solo was the one holding you back.

“Hold on,” he said under his breath, an expression of bewilderment on his face, “Why are you doing this?”

You shook your head, not entirely understanding the question. “Doing what?”

“Helping me.”

You blinked. How were you supposed to respond to that? Sure, you put up a tough front but it’s not like you were actually coldhearted enough to let an innocent man suffer at the hands of the Empire. Especially not someone as young and hopeful as Solo. If anyone deserved a second chance at life beyond Imperial servitude, it was him.

Before you could even formulate a response, Chewbacca let out a series of soft grumbles that you understood as his natural dialect. Solo, fully understanding the creature’s speech, seemed blown away by his companion’s words. His bright eyes were wide, his expression soft. Hell, if it weren’t for the fact that you were feeling completely left out of the dialogue, you would have spent the moment adoring the look on his face.

“What?” Your eyes flicked between the two. “What did he just say?”

Solo glanced over at you then back to Chewbacca. The creature grumbled again and nodded his head toward you, almost encouraging Solo to answer.

“He said that you care about me,” Solo replied quietly, “That’s why you’re risking your cover for us.”

You felt as if you had been completely exposed. Chewbacca was right. You cared for Solo. Deeply, in fact. But it was something you’d never bothered to address yourself given the circumstances. You were an infiltrator with one unchanging goal. You couldn’t let your feelings toward Solo distract you from that goal. At least that’s how you’d felt upon until your arrival at Mimban...

You squeezed the handle of your blaster a little bit tighter and swallowed. “Yeah, well, don’t get too emotional over it,” you said stoically, “We’ve still got to get you on that transport.”

Before Solo or his furry friend could say anything, you hurried from your hiding spot and headed toward the opposite side of the adjacent hut. You circled around the small structure and poked your head out from behind the corner to insure the officers were still in position. Then, when your target was confirmed, you straightened up and put on a show.

“Sir!”

Both officers looked up to find you rushing toward them with a look of complete panic. They exchanged a quick glance as you approached before the older officer addressed you directly.

“What is it, trooper?”

You came to a halt in front of them, panting as though you’d sprinted for miles to reach them. “The beast, sir,” you gasped, “It’s worse than we thought!”

The officer furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“It’s multiplying!”

“It’s what?” The younger officer cut in.

“The beast has started multiplying, sir! Not just one or two, but there’s at least half a dozen of them running around the camp!”

The two exchanged horrified expressions, not doubt buying into your display.

“What are we supposed to do?” You asked as you noticed Chewbacca’s massive figure approaching from behind them, “The whole battalion is in danger! It could only be a matter of minutes before every last one of us is wiped out!”

“Keep it together, trooper. Panicking is only going to make things more difficult for every-“

The officer’s final word was cut short when a pair of large, furry paws grabbed him by the head and forced him to coming crashing into his partner. Knocked cold by the impact, the two officers collapsed onto the ground with a harmonious thud. You smiled up at Chewbacca.

“Nice handiwork,” you said to your newfound ally.

He growled softly and tilted his head in what appeared to be appreciation. Maybe you were actually getting the hang of communicating with him.

“Alright, let’s get you two on that ship.”

You headed for the transport with Solo and Chewbacca hot on your heels, managing to make it just as the engines were firing up. The three of you shouted up at the ship and, after a moment of unease, a ladder finally lowered down. Whoever was hijacking this thing knew Solo and was inviting him onboard for their escape.

Chewbacca grabbed onto the ladder and started the climb but Solo hesitated at the foot of it.

“Go on,” you encouraged him with a gentle push, “It’s now or never, Solo.”

To your surprise, he grabbed your arm once again, his grip tight. “Come with us.”

You were completely taken back by his plea. He wanted you to join him, to leave the camp behind and follow him through the galaxy. Though he wasn’t explicitly stating it, you knew that his invitation meant he cared about you too. Your heart felt full knowing that fact and, as much as you wanted to abandon that miserable post, you knew you were in too deep to give up now.

“I wish I could,” you said with an apologetic grin, “But I’m a virus. I’ve either gotta see this thing through or die trying. Besides, something tells me you’ll be just fine without me.” You nudged him gently. “You’ve learned from the best.”

Solo forced a smile. “Yeah, I did.”

He turned slowly and started to make the climb up the ladder, only to pause mid-way when you called out for him once again.

“Hey, Solo.”

He looked down at you to find you smirking with pride and determination. “Keep your eye on the horizon and never stop rebelling,” you said, “Something tells me we’ll see each other again.”

A look of adoration found its way to Solo’s face. A brilliant grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I’m counting on it.”

Then with a casual salute, he climbed his way onboard the transport, leaving you behind to finish the job you had started. The Empire was going to fall and you were sure as hell going to be one of the ones to bring it to its knees.

#Hoo boy this is a long one #But definitely a good one if I do say so myself!#Please let me know what y'all think!#Han X Reader #Han Solo X Reader #Young Han Solo #Solo Imagine #Solo: A Star Wars Story #Reader Insert #Star Wars Imagine #Solo Reader Insert #My fic

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sidekickhq · 6 years ago

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Wcs for characters 30+ please?

check out the list below !!

KATE BISHOP, our MEDALION RAHIMI fc, is looking for CLIENTS (MULTIPLE) connection who looks like UTP who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( kate’s a p.i., she investigates things from cheating to crimes to the occasional crime ring, so uh yeah hire this coffee-fueled mess. )

MORGAN ROTH, our SOFIA CARSON fc is, looking for a SKEPTIC connection who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( basically just someone who doesn’t believe in their whole psychic shtick and generally just sees her as a fraud. )

COOPER KENT our DAVE FRANCO fc is looking for FELLOW SINGLE PARENTS connection who looks like UTP who is 21+ YEARS OLDS you DON’T have to contact prior to applying but can @ fletchdup. (Cooper freaked the f out when he learned that he was going to be a dad, so it would have been cool for him to find others in a similar situation, or had been in that situation. Maybe they carpool and have play dates and all that.)

FABIAN TODD, our BOB MORLEY fc is looking for a ENEMY FROM VIGILANTE YEARS connection who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE who is AGE ANY you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( about 10+ years ago ( they’re 27 now ) fabian was robin ( ages 14-18 ) and during that time they of course had enemies that they’d fight from time to time. could be more than one person too! )

AERONWY GWYNN, our SIMAY BARLAS fc is looking for a PARENTS CLUB connection who looks like UTP ! who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( this is for a group of parents who aren’t necessarily the best parents? they all try super hard but they probably didn’t have the initial instincts people assume parents have. bonus points if they struggle with post partum depression / psychosis like aeron does. )

GAIA MUNROE-HOWLETT, our AISHA DEE fc is looking for a ARTIST TO HER MUSE connection who looks like UTP ! who is 27+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( gaia’s their muse ! whether it being photography, painting, drawing, music… she’s their muse for it. )

( ELIJAH CREED ), our ( MADS MIKKELSEN ) fc is looking for a ( DIRT FRIEND (possibly multiple dirt friends) ) connection who looks like ( UTP BUT IF U MAKE IT ONE OF THE HANNIBAL ACTORS U GET BONUS POINTS ) who is ( 40+ YEARS OLD. ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( BASICALLY,,,,, after like, romy’s brotherhood got all got dead/split up if not dead, elijah basically hobbled around in the woods in europe for, a signif amount of time and eventually, thru, some way encountered and befriended this char/chars and they ended up living together,,,,, in the woods/dirt/more realistically a cabin somewhere in europe,,,,, they’re dirt friends,, (this could also be romantic if u want idc) )

( SIENNA THOMPKINS ), our ( ADRIA ARJONA ) fc is looking for a ( BUSINESS ASSOCIATE / CO-WORKER / WHATEVER TF U WOULD CALL IT ) connection who looks like ( PIPPA SOO, RAMI MALEK, MANNY MONTANA, KAREN FUKUHARA, PLAYERS CHOICE ) who is ( 27+ ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( think matt and foggy, avocados at law! sia is pretty set on becoming a real good private investigator, nowadays, after a long period of indecision - and i’d love for her to have someone along for that ride with her! i kinda imagine they met during the course of a law degree, cause that’s something sia actually holds, and then maybe.. lost contact for a hot minute as her life fell APART, but somehow or another have gotten back in touch and decided to open their firm together. halving the running costs, sharing the cases, helping each other out, etc. both their names can be over the door and it’s really just.. two best buds being best buds. )

( NIKKI BARTON ), our ( PHOEBE TONKIN ) fc is looking for her ( ALMOST FOSTER PARENT / CANON OR OTHERWISE ) who looks like ( PLAYERS CHOICE ) and is ( PARENT AGED ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( right after her mom died and before her dad TECHNICALLY kidnapped her, nikki bounced from foster home to foster home a lot over a period of about three years. they most all ended badly, but there was one - the one right at the end, the one she left when her dad came back - that stuck with her, because a part of her was… sort of hoping they would want to keep her forever. they brought a softness to her that she had been pretty quickly losing, supported her when needed, were strict when they had to be, and have always been a pretty big what if in her life - making the idea of them reappearing and nikki encountering them at this point in her messy life… really interesting to me. )

CLINTON “CLINT” BARTON, our GARRETT HEDLUND fc is looking for a EX FLING connection who looks like UTP who is 47+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. (During one of his breaks from Bobbi, Clint had a summer-long fling with somebody else. It wasn’t anything but a distraction from heartbreak and a bit of fun. Year doesn’t have to be relevant, but it’s probably pre-1990.)

LARS COBBLEPOT, our AARON TVEIT fc is looking for a FRIEND-ISH connection who looks like UTP who is 25+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying .( Around Paragon, Lars is known as charming and as somebody who took the fall for somebody else. Your character especially has a soft spot for Lars, who he has wrapped around his finger. Could be a potential previous sexual partner if 27+. )

SELENE CONSTANTINE, our VIRGINIA GARDNER fc is looking for a TEAM OF SCAM ARTISTS & THIEVES connection who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( think leverage! a close-knit found family who just happen to be crooks and criminals. part robin hood type thing part just for their own gain )

WYATT GARDNER, our AUBREY JOSEPH fc is looking for a FIGHT CLUB GROUP connection who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( underground fight club that wyatt is involved in ‘cause he’s a fighty boi ! unlimited number of people can be involved and any age / gender ! ) ( claude rogers, shadow todd, connie may, brandon castle )

( RAMONA DARKHOLME & ABRAHAM MUELLER ), our ( MADCHEN AMICK ) fc is looking for their ( EX-BROTHERHOOD GROUP MEMBERS ) connection who look like ( WINONA RYDER, PEDRO PASCAL, JADA PINKETT SMITH, ANGELA BASSETT, HALLY BERRY, NORMAN REEDUS, KEANU REEVES / PLAYERS CHOICE, MUST BE 40+ THO ) who are ( 45+ YEARS OLD. ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( any of them can maybe be kids of canons, depending ON the canon?? anyway. all of them - preferably about.. five, ig - are surviving members of the brotherhood group that romy ran, some nineteen years ago. they all worked together for YEARS, moving around europe a lot but spending some time settled in rural germany, which was ultimately where their particular crusade seemed to come to an end. intolerant humans attacked them, most were killed, and those that ran were assumed dead / assumed they were the only survivors, pretty much ‘til now. romy back means they’re probably gonna maybe want to restart what they were doing before, and this connection could rly go.. any way. maybe romy - ran into one of them at some point in the past, and relieved they were alive, kept in contact to call them someday, leading to their reunion now. maybe they’ve seen a familiar name in the paper, or on the paragon website. maybe this is just where the wind has blown them. i lov the idea of this squad, ‘kay, cos.. they spent a chunk of their time together, and for romy, they were less friends more #fam ) ( elijah creed + others )

( NIKKI BARTON ), our ( PHOEBE TONKIN ) fc is looking for a ( EX-CLIENTS ) connection who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( ANY AGE ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( i’m gonna keep this one a little vague, cause.. i wanna leave it open to multiple people, and i think every single one of those could have a different sort of dynamic with her. nikki used to work as a drugrunner for a major dealer named callum. he was, for want of a better description - an abusive piece of shit, and he continued to be that right up until nikki killed him in self defense. HOWEVER, before he died and she got carted off to jail, nikki used to do a lot of jobs for him, and they led her across states. she would have rubbed shoulders with a lot of not so great people, but also some kinda ok ones. some might have heard what happened, others won’t and might be kinda confused about what the FUCK happened to their supply, but either way.. i want. also. callum coulda had some other helpers. idk. i just want it ALL. )

KATE BISHOP, our MEDALION RAHIMI fc, looking for a EX-FLING connection who looks like UTP who is 24-30. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( it was a very casual thing, sometime in between the young avengers disbanding the first time and kate moving to LA. there were some feelings they shared for each other but neither pulled their shit together enough for an actual relationship. )

THEORA TREVOR, our KATE SIEGEL fc, is looking for an EX WIFE connection who looks like TESSA THOMPSON, ROSARIO DAWSON, OLIVIA MUNN, JAMIE CHUNG, AJA NAOMI KING, CHYLER LEIGH, GUGU MBATHA-RAW, GEMMA CHAN, MELISSA FUMERO, ERIN RICHARDS, GINA RODRIGUEZ, CONSTANCE WU, STEPHANIE BEATRIZ / UTP who is 33 TO 40 you DO have to contact prior to applying at WVTCHFUL ( they met and became friends when Theora was 23 or 24ish. Like Theora, they wanted to be a hero and unlike her, they didn’t suck at it, and remained a hero at least while they were together. They bonded over shared heroic aspirations and fell in love. When Theora was around 25, they started dating and it was a quick romance, and they got married after dating for a year and a half. Five years ago, they got a divorce, a year after Theora failed to save a girl and kind of fell apart. Theora blames herself for the divorce because she was and still is a self loathing mess but the reason past ‘Theora was a mess’ can be plotted !! )

QUINTEN ISLEY-QUINZEL, our MATTHEW DADDARIO fc is looking for a EX HOOKUPS connection who looks like UTP ! who is 25-33 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( after quin came back to life he was hooking up with.. a lot of people. no strings attached kinda stuff. would’ve started in march and ended a few months ago. )

GAIA MUNROE-HOWLETT, our AISHA DEE fc is looking for a EX-GIRLFRIEND connection who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE ! who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( literally based off of the girls like girls music video by hayley kiyoko. they were close friends. maybe even the best of friends. but feelings got complicated and the other bolted. maybe due to liking the same sex or maybe something more. happened recently, within the last few years or maybe closer to when gaia was in her early 20s ! )

LAURA KINNEY, our ODETTE ANNABLE fc is looking for a EX-GIRLFRIEND connection who looks like KARLA SOUZA, TESSA THOMPSON, LUPITA NYONG’O / PLAYERS CHOICE who is 29+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( these two started off as partners and fight alongside together. but one thing led to another and they ended up getting together one night after a rough mission. it lasted as long as it could have with the lives that they had. )

LAURA KINNEY, our ODETTE ANNABLE fc is looking for a EX-ALMOST connection who looks like UTP ! who is 28+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( would have been quite a few years ago. someone that laura could have been into but it didn’t work out because she was still dealing with a lot of stuff that made it difficult for her to be open to relationships. )

( GABRIEL KYLE ), our ( ANTONIA THOMAS ) fc is looking for a ( GIRL FRIEND(S) AND/OR BOYFRIEND(S) (1-3) ) connection who looks like ( UTP (PREF FOR, FEMALE OR NB BUT GABE IS PAN SO RLY IT WORKS, REGARDLESS) ) who is ( 26-30 YEARS OLD. ) you ( DO ) have to contact prior to applying at ( LCTVM/DISCORB ). ( this was going to just be a wc for a gf but then gabe’s own gay little hands made me change it because she loves,,,,,, too many ppl too much to be limited and i think that’s Important )

GAIA MUNROE-HOWLETT, our AISHA DEE fc is looking for a EX-SIGNIFICANT OTHER connection who looks like ROME FLYNN, RAMI MALEK, RYAN GUZMAN / UTP who is 28+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( this is very much based off of the quote “ may we meet again “. gaia is a time traveler and so is this wanted connection. or maybe they’re just an asgardian and have been around for awhile! they’ve had an on and off relationship for YEARS throughout time. currently off right now of course. lots of angst. would have started dating when gaia was maybe 19-21ish ! )

( DOROTHY JORDAN ), our ( SANDRA MAE FRANK ) fc is looking for a ( ROMANTIC INTEREST ) connection who looks like ( AUSTIN P. MCKENZIE, BLAIR REDFORD, HENRY GOLDING, UTP ) who is ( 25+ ) you ( DON’T HAVE TO ) contact prior to applying. ( dot is soft and clever and i think it’d be neat!! it can be slow burn or friends-to-lovers or w/e, feel free to message me. i’d love an underused fc but it’s nbd tbh )

PEPPER POTTS, our ISLA FISHER fc is looking for a FRIENDS TO ROMANTIC connection who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE who is OVER 35 you DO have to contact prior to applying at Peprpotts ( They met a few years ago when Pepper took time off right after her divorce with Tony, nothing Romantic happened and this would be a slow building romance. )

( ITSUAKI AKIHIRO ), our ( RYAN POTTER ) fc is looking for a ( MOTHER FIGURE ) connection who looks like ( PLAYER’S CHOICE ) who is ( 30+ YEARS OLD. ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( Someone who took Aki under their wing and decided to mother him a little! He was left with Laura at 15 and sent to the Institute not long after and he was vey rough and closed off at the time, and as he’s never really had a mother it would’ve helped him open up to learn what that could be like. )

DINAH PRYDE, our KIERSEY CLEMONS fc is, looking for a OLDER BROTHER (FULL OR HALF, CAN ALSO BE ADOPTED !! ) connection who looks like UTP (MUST BE AT LEAST HALF BLACK IF A SIBLING VIA KITTY OR FULL SIBLING) who is 24+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( not to be a cliche heaux but uh give me an overprotective older brother who dinah adores pls )

( VICTORIA CREED ), our ( STELLA MAEVE ) fc is looking for a ( “HALF-SIBLING” / COUSIN ) connection who looks like ( DJ COTRONA, JASON RALPH, KATIE CASSIDY, TINASHE, ANTHONY RAMOS, PLAYERS CHOICE ) who is ( ANY AGE / PREFERABLY 26+ ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( so. yall best know yall can do what yall WANT, its just.. originally when i played vicki i had a wc for a “half-brother”, and i was thinking about it recently and think it could be… kinda fun. SO. this is for a kid of victor creed - either.. biologically, or another one that he just kinda . stole - that vicki actually knew during certain points of her life, because for the most part, she was pretty isolated. for whatever reason - maybe he just wanted someone to keep an eye on his investment or whatever - victor allowed these two to interact a bit more, and depending on how they were to one another, i feel that a certain loyalty definitely could have developed between them. vicki got fucked over a couple times and left in, like, japan for 9 months and a yemen prison for another six and incidents like that have dotted her life, but im kinda thinking this “half-sibling” could have been the one who.. helped her out, or was stuck there alongside her. gimme! )

WILLIAM WADE WILSON, our BRANDON FLYNN fc is looking for a FULL SIBLING connection who looks like CAITLIN STASEY, MERRITT PATTERSON, NINA DOBREV, DAISY RIDLEY,COLIN FORD, ALEX LAWTHER, TYLER YOUNG, THOMAS HAYES, UTP+ who is 16-17, 22+ you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying at ( willicmwilson ). ( Okay, I’m not super duper picky with this connection- I really just want to explore their relationship/the family dynamic. Also, it’s completely optional but I think it’d be cool to continue the whole 3 W tradition when naming them! Feel free to contact me if you do have any questions!)

UZOMA, our CHINA ANNE MCCLAIN fc is looking for a HALF-SIBLINGS connection who looks like MICHAEL B JORDAN, CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIS, ASHLEIGH MURRAY, YARA SHAHIDI, RYAN DESTINY, AJA NAOMI KING, KARIDJA TOURE, SYDNEY PARK, ALISHA WAINWRIGHT / UTP who is 20-24, 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying at. ( there’s not really any requirements but i see all of the siblings as really close or at least uzoma and her siblings are close ! they could also be children of storm and t'challa or anyone, really ! but they wouldn’t be full siblings with zo. but honestly ? it doesn’t even matter, she loves them like they’re full siblings. )

SYLVIA HARDY, our LYDIA GRAHAM is looking for a HALF SIBLING VIA FELICIA connection who looks like INGRID NILSEN, FLORENCE FAIVRE, SINEAD HARNETT, SUNNEE YANG, BRENDA SONG / ANY ½ THAI FC who is 23+ YEARS OLD you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( gender doesn’t matter, nor does their father. since sylvia didn’t spend much time with Felicia growing up, they might not be that close.)

( ANNA ROGERS ), our ( ZENDAYA ) fc is looking for a ( STORY SUBJECT ) connection who looks like ( UTP ) who are ( ANY AGE ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( Anna is a new journalism student, and she has a talent for getting into mischief. Now, she simple considers it her job. This muse is someone Anna is looking into, and let’s just say that she definitely underestimated what this muse would do to protect themselves. )

THEORA TREVOR, our KATE SIEGEL fc, looking for a CLOSE FRIEND connection who looks like UTP who is 30+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( one of theora’s friends from her time at med school, and one of the people Theora cares the most about. They either at med school or, if they aren’t a doctor, when this character needed first aid due to hero stuff and just kept coming back until a friendship happened. she’s not the best with friends, probably tried to push them away after she stopped being a hero, but failed. )

( AVA BARTON ), our ( LINDSEY MORGAN ) fc is looking for a ( THERAPIST ) connection who looks like ( UTP ) who are ( UTP ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( Ava is an ex-marine that was honorably discharged after being rescued from 3 months being held as a prisoner of war. girl got some DEEP PTSD and a bunch of things that come along with it. she’s a recovering alcoholic as well. )

( ANNA ROGERS ), our ( ZENDAYA ) fc is looking for a ( FORMER FELLOW TEST SUBJECT ) connection who looks like ( UTP ) who are ( ANY AGE ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( Anna spent years in various mutant testing facilities that wanted nothing more than to use her mutation for their benefit. She spent time forcing her powers to their limits in sensor-filled rooms, spent time locked in solitary and bare rooms awaiting her next meal or retest session. The connection is someone that spent time with her at one of the facilities, and who helped her get through this part. )

( AVA BARTON ), our ( LINDSEY MORGAN ) fc is looking for a ( SHIELD kids. multiple!! ) connection who looks like ( UTP ) who are ( 22 - 32 ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( Ava grew up wanting to o be a part of SHIELD. between her dream of being a lawyer and her desire to be just like her parents, she gravitated towards other SHIELD children, was protective of them, and considered them her extended family. This can also include kids that wanted to be in SHIELD, and would have dreamed about it with Ava was a kid.)

LAURA KINNEY, our ODETTE ANNABLE fc is looking for a FRIEND?? PARTNER?? ALLY?? connection who looks like UTP ! who is 28+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( their relationship borderlines ally / partner but they’re also friends. laura would go to them with issues and they’ve fought together on many occasions. )

GAIA MUNROE-HOWLETT, our AISHA DEE fc is looking for a BEST FRIEND connection who looks like ASLEIGH MURRAY, CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIS, KATIE FINDLAY, DEV PATEL / UTP ! who is 27+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( everyone needs that best friend. it doesn’t matter when they met or how they became friends but they’re best friends– or even SIBLINGS, now. they can’t imagine a life without the other. could also be fit the roommate wc. )

( PENELOPE BLAIR RAYMOND), our ( CAMILA MENDES ) fc is looking for a ( DANCE FRIEND) connection who looks like (UTP) who is (UTP) you ( CAN ) contact prior to applying at ( bby-thanos / discord ). ( She is a dancer at the karma and needs her fellow dance friends. These people would probs be her best friends outside of her crime squad)

DOROTHY “DOT” JORDAN, our SANDRA MAE FRANK fc is looking for a BEST FRIEND connection who looks like UTP who is 24+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( your character came into dot’s life not long after she was adopted, and has been around since then. They were her first friend and really helped her come out of her shell. They’re the sort of friends that are inseparable )

LYSANDER NAPIER, our LUKE NEWBERRY fc is looking for a FRIEND connection who looks like UTP who is 25+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( Your character is not especially kind to Lysander, not really. He’s so easy to work up and maybe your character isn’t the kindest person, but if somebody else threatens Lysander, it’s like a turf war.)

CLAUDE ROGERS, our DIEGO TINOCO fc is looking for a OLD FRIEND connection who looks like UTP who is 19+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. (Somebody who Claude knows from when he lived on the streets. They might be his age or older, but they at least know each other from the streets of Brooklyn.)

JASPER HARKNESS, our MARK COLES SMITH fc is looking for a LONG LOST FRIEND connection who looks like UTP who is 23+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( your character has a relative who lives in the Australian outback, who Jasper worked for on the man’s farm. They would have gotten along absolutely wonderfully, and are like siblings, even if it’s been a while. )

( REAGAN PRINCE), our ( LEIGHTON MEESTER ) fc is looking for a ( LOVE INTEREST ) connection who looks like ( RAMI MALEK, ADAM DRIVER, DEV PATEL,HENRY GOLDING, UTP) who is ( 30+) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( she is on the roadish to recovery over loosing her fiance and i think it would be nice to have someone at least interested in her? it would be a slow burn since it’s only been a year since his death, but someone that is romantically interested in her would be ! great !. Also not opposed to it being a canon parent, given the age range isn’t too far fetched and comfortable for the player.)

( REAGAN PRINCE), our ( LEIGHTON MEESTER ) fc is looking for a ( EX-BOYFRIEND ) connection who looks like ( RAMI MF’IN MALEK, ADAM DRIVER, KIT HARRINGTON, UTP) who is ( 29-30 ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( basically this was who she dated way back in high school, at the time probably aged 16-18 or something. this connection would be really close with her. she experienced all her firsts with them and even after they broke up remained friends with them. now that she is paragon i imagine them reconnecting/ picking back up as if they had never left ( as friends not dating lol).)

( THEODOSIA FOSTER-THORSDOTTIR ), our ( LILY JAMES ) fc is looking for a ( BEST FRIEND WHO’S HELPING HER RAISE HER SON ) connection who looks like ( PLAYER’S CHOICE ) who is ( 25-30 YEARS OLD. ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( basically this person and thea have been friends for a long time, i imagine. after thea’s husband died, this friend was there for her through everything. when thea got pregnant, she didn’t know who the father was, so this friend would have been there for her through the pregnancy and helped after, as thea did have postpartum depression and has probably been living with thea since sonny was born, or at least briefly did. )

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schtroumpf-a-lunettes · 7 years ago

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The Smurfs That Canon Forgot, Ch. 3

AO3 | FF.net | Can also be read here under the cut!

Ch 1 here | Ch 2 here

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“Nu-uh, we’re not going back to our rooms, not without Sassette and Snappy!” Nat was adamant. Slouchy nodded. “We’re going to sleep outside again, like last night.” “Very well…” Poet sighed, “I suppose… I’ll set up my bed outside here with you. The night sky is a great source of inspiration...”

“Don’t you smurflins be making a habit of this!” said Farmer firmly, “I be thinking this should be the last night the two of you sleep outside. Else you’ll both become copies of Sickly Smurf.” Several other smurfs murmured their agreement; they didn’t want Slouchy and Nat to fall ill on top of everything else that was going on. “One more night” Nanny reiterated, “But if they aren’t all back tomorrow, you’ll be sleeping indoors, and that’s final.” The missing smurfs did not return the following day. Or the day after that. A week passed, and there was still no sign of them. A small amount of short-term work redistribution was required given that they were all currently seventeen smurfs short, but other than that, the village was able to largely continue running as normal… As normal as it could possibly be with so many smurfs missing. The smurfs continued going about their lives in a practiced, careful way, doing their best not to mention the vanished smurfs for the time being, doing their best not to be thinking about them constantly, not letting it ground the village to a halt. Because they’ll be back. They could be back at any moment. But underneath the surface, everyone was deeply worried and distressed. It was just a matter of being able to distract yourself – to suspend your negative thoughts – until everyone was safely back in the village. Then this nightmare would finally be over. A group of smurfs set off to go and see Father Time. When the man saw them, his eyes lit up. “Are they back? Any updates?” “No, Father Time. We were hoping to ask you the same question. Do you have any updates? Were you able to find any trace of them?” “I’m very sorry, I’m afraid not… I would have come to you right away if I did. I’ve been trying to search for them as thoroughly as I can, but...” Despair gripped at them all. “If they spent an extended amount of time in the dinosaur ages, then their concentration in that time and place will be particularly strong and easier to pick up on, so there is still hope. Or they could return soon to us and we needn’t worry about searching for them...” said Father Time. “Extended amount of time? How long do you mean, exactly? So if they lost the crystals and just hung around with the dinosaurs for YEARS you’re saying you may have a better chance of finding them?! You’re saying you could bring them back next week but years would have passed from their point of view?! That’s – Baby could be talking and we-” Harmony Smurf clutched at his heart. “I’m saying that is one possibility that would make them easier to pick out in the time stream, yes, and the fact that it’s a large group travelling together as opposed to a single individual helps matters as well. But if they travelled elsewhere and didn’t stay in the same timezone or place with the dinosaurs for very long… that would make finding any trace of them much more difficult...” Or if something bad happened to them soon after they travelled back in time. Those are some of the possible explanations as to why he’s been struggling so much to detect any potential sign of the lost smurfs. “Great, so they could be anywhere, any time, and they could return to us at any possible moment – smurf, they could be arriving back in the village right now as I speak, or they – they might not even come back at all. And you might find them, or you might not. And even if you do find them, they might all be decades older than when we last saw them.” Reporter had to struggle to keep his voice from breaking. Father Time could only fiddle uncomfortably in response to this. What could he possibly say to them? “...I’ll keep searching.” *** “I think we ought to go to Homnibus tomorrow and let him know what’s going on… He’s probably wondering why Papa Smurf hasn’t been in contact lately...” Harmony said softly as they made their way back to the village. They updated the others over their smurfberry dinner. There was no point in continuing to ignore the situation at hand. “So Father Time might be able to bring them all back… but if he does they could all be much older…?” said Nat. “Wow, can you imagine… Sassette and Snappy not being smurflings anymore… Them becoming adults while we’re still smurflings?” added Slouchy. They couldn’t fathom the idea. But it was far more preferable than considering the possibility of the smurfs not returning at all. “Would they get their own mushrooms? Would they even still wanna stay in the same mushroom house with us together…?” “Slouchy, please” Nanny’s voice trembled, “I don’t want to think about this. I just hope it was a small error and that they’ll all be back before Christmas.” She didn’t know if Grampers could necessarily afford to wait around with the dinosaurs for decades until Father Time showed up to rescue them all. It wasn’t just smurfs that had been taken away by the time crystals either. She missed her poor Smoogle dearly. “If they did come back much older – if we wanted – if they wanted, there’s Father Time’s clock that could-” Flighty glanced at Nat and Slouchy, “Dial back their ages a little... Then again, on the other hand...” That wouldn’t be any use for Grampers if he wasn’t able to be brought back. “Papa Smurf would want us all to be strong, and to continue on as normal!” Tuffy declared in an attempt to help boost everyone’s spirits. With any luck, this whole ordeal would all be over by Christmas. *** In fact, Christmas was rapidly approaching. In the lead-up to the holiday, correspondence was sent out to Mother Nature, Marina, King Gerard and Johan and Peewit as well as the other friends of the smurfs to inform them all of the situation. There was a swift outpouring of well wishes and concern, with everyone offering to help in any way they can despite not knowing how they could. Homnibus was also updated on what had happened, but sadly did not seem to be able to do anything to help them either. “I’m terribly sorry, but time travel is completely outside of my domain – Father Time handles all of that, I’m afraid. Please let me know if there’s any other way I can help you though, and please keep me updated. I- I really hope they all get back safely.” he didn’t know what else to say, but cut himself off before he simply started babbling on meaninglessly about how much he hopes it all works out well. No matter how upset he was currently feeling over this, he knew it must be much worse for all of the smurfs. *** No one was making any Christmas preparations, and no one was in the mood for celebrating Christmas. They just wanted their fellow smurfs back – they didn’t need anything else for Christmas. Maybe there would be a Christmas miracle. Instead, everyone decided to start setting out to make preparations to dedicate Christmas to the missing smurfs – an act of coming together and wishing that they could be here with them. Poet already only ever seemed to be composing poems about the missing smurfs these days, so everyone could rest assured that he would have no shortage of material to read on the day. They even convinced Nanny to cook up something good so that they could have a feast – they all knew that Nanny could cook a little, but she was adamant about not becoming the new village chef. She had her own responsibiities to take care of and would not cook meals for dozens of smurfs three times a day, especially since a smurf’s natural and healthy diet just consists of smurfberries anyway, she said. It also went without saying that she couldn’t live up to Greedy’s cooking… But relented that perhaps she would make a special dinner for everyone once every one or two weeks so that they could all take a break from the monotony of smurfberries and sarsaparilla leaves. Just until the missing smurfs got back, of course. So it was that the smurfs all gathered around the fire with food on Christmas Day to talk about the absent smurfs, how much they missed them and of all the ways they enrich each of their lives, Puppy curled up mournfully alongside them. Poet read out many of his poems. His selected poems in turn did not manage to talk about all of the missing smurfs, and some smurfs featured more heavily than others – like Papa Smurf, Baby and Smurfette. The possibility that anything might have happened to Baby chilled them all more than the winter snow ever could, but they allowed the memories they had of the lost smurfs to warm their hearts. Poet talked about Painter’s artistic skill, Snappy and Sassette’s boundless energy, and Clumsy’s big heart, among some of the other smurfs and their good qualities. The others started contributing their own sentiments. “Poor Jokey missed his birthday, he wasn’t here for us to help him celebrate it… I actually kind of miss his surprises even though they’d just about always blow up in your face...” “Who can forget Grandpa’s stories?” “It’s like we barely had the chance to spend any time with Wild and now...” Grouchy with all his grouching, too, was sorely missed… Vanity, Lazy, Hefty, Handy, Greedy… Smoogle... They all reminisced and shared stories for a while. Reporter Smurf shuffled through some of the notes he’d prepared for this sharing session. “Oh and uh – Brainy!” he blurted out suddenly. “O-oh! Yeah!” “Brainy...” Slouchy mused, and Nat decided to share the story of the time the bespectacled smurf had declared himself a friend to all the animals.

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bearxclaws-archive-blog · 6 years ago

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Arc Headcanons // PRE-SKIP PT.4

It’s been two weeks since I did one of these ‘cause I was on vacation, but here we go again! Sorry for being repetitive, but there will most likely be mentions of Sanji x Anita.

DUVAL / SABAODY ARCHIPELAGO

— ARC OUTFIT

— After almost watching Sanji’s upper half disappear on Thriller Bark, it’s going to become a habit for her to touch a bit more. Not that she was why about it before because she’s just a physical person, but she’ll touch his arm, chest and anything from the neck up as a weird way of making sure he’s there. Totally brushes it off as just making sure he’s still mostly intact.

— She doesn’t know him, but Anita is worried about Ace too. She doesn’t like that his Vivre Card is burning. Still, she trusts Luffy’s judgement and doesn’t insist that he go after his brother. By the sounds of it, Ace is perfectly capable of defending himself.

— While Chopper and Usopp are relaxing and the rest of the crew is dealing with the submarine, Anita is in the kitchen pouting because she wanted to go underwater. With her Devil Fruit, she can’t. Oh, well, it’s sort of given her the chance to indulge in her stupid crush and watch Sanji work.

— Him getting decked by Keimi’s whole body when she lands on him cracks her up, though. She really needs to stop laughing at other peoples suffering. Not really sure why she does, but I feel like she just would.

— Having not been there during the Arlong Park chaos, she isn’t sure who Hachi is. Learning about it infuriates her, and so does learning that mermaids are sold.

— A thing I am realizing; when her island was taken over, her and her troupe were basically turned into slaves. They were a little cleaner and happier looking, but it was part of the act to lure pirates in. If they disobeyed, they were beaten or even put to death. They were scared of the man that had put himself in the position of master. So the entirety of this arc, Anita will likely be pissed and slightly afraid in a ‘ does he realize I’m gone and has he told other Marines so they recognize me’ way. She doesn’t want to be dragged back home yet when she can’t help. Didn’t have the smarts to think that it might happen until now. Whoops~

— Anita goes with the flow, so she doesn’t care who they’re saving as long as Luffy’s the one that ordered it. Although a large part of her wants to meet a talking octopus-man.

— Duval’s existence almost kills Anita. She will be doubled over despite being attacked with poisonous harpoons, holding her stomach and wheezing for breath.

— Because she’s stupid and obvious, I feel like the ones that know she has a crush on Sanji would be Nami, Robin and Usopp. At least one of them is going to be a shit and make a joke about her liking Duval because what’s the difference between him and Sanji? Rude as fuck, but it only makes her start laughing again.

— Flips her shit when they trap him in the water and announce they’re going to drown him. God, sometimes she hates that she has a Devil Fruit. When he does get rescued and has his dumb little nosebleed, Anita will poke him with her foot. Moron.

— Luffy and Anita have a contest to see who can put the most takoyaki in their mouth at once. Anita loses, obviously, and ends up almost choking. Sanji goes to help but Luffy smacks her hard on the back and ends up coughing it up. Ew.

— I’m wondering if Anita would know who the Celestial Dragons are. What I’m thinking is that their conditions at the circus were a lot worse than I first made them out to be. That they were treated like slaves, and that because the corrupt part of the government turns a blind eye ( and sometimes encourages ) the buying and selling of people. So if they were treated and seen as slaves, then I wonder if Celestial Dragons visited the island to be entertained and buy some of the troupe members.

One day she will have noticed that a certain member has gone missing and not come back. Would destroy her to see them being treated poorly years later while visiting Sabaody. Not sure if that’s giving her too much personal involvement in the arc, though. But, honestly, I’m liking this idea because she’s not going to get a major arc of her own like the canon Straw Hats to. This is the only personal things I can think of to make up for her lack of an arc and a slight foreshadowing that she won’t have a home to come back to.

— Anita debates being a love-struck idiot and staying on the ship with Sanji while it’s getting repaired by Franky and Usopp. Decides against it because she knows she’s being stupid and doesn’t want to look at his dumb, handsome face. Stupid cook.

— Like Zoro, she wasn’t there for the briefing about not dealing with Celestial Dragons. She’s off on her own thing, probably notices someone that used to be in her troupe but sees they have a collar and are being treated like an animal rather than a person. Follows after them, tries to call their name and get their attention. Might get a small, frantic look as the only warning not to say anything else! Gets confused and ends up losing them before she realizes that she’s where the rest of the Straw Hats are. Is yanked down onto her knees by one of them and doesn’t get why. Learns real quick and decides just as swiftly that she doesn’t like this place.

— Doesn’t care about Law’s crew, except for Bepo. Bear! Walking, talking bear! If they weren’t trying so hard to get Keimi back, she would have scrambled over to talk to Bepo. Wants so badly to be his bear-buddy.

— Adds a kick of her own when Sanji asks if they can buy the dancing girl. Come on, Sanji. . . Really? You’re my most beloved muse and I wanna kick your ass for that.

— Anita doesn’t get why people are reacting so badly to Hatchi. She isn’t the least bit against other races because there were too many different kinds of people that worked for the circus, so she only sees them all as people.

— She’s secretly enjoying learning about all these old pirates because she never met Crocus, and she doesn’t hear about Roger much. Always a sucker for good stories.

— The idea of splitting up doesn’t appeal to her. She has a bad feeling in her gut that she blames her animal-like instinct on. Assume Chopper can feel it too even though they’ve got got human in them too. Doesn’t mention it and almost approaches Sanji to ask if she can tag along with him wherever he plans on going.

— Anita can be incredibly dumb sometimes, but I feel like she would quickly notice that it wasn’t Kuma they were fighting. Or, at least, notice that he doesn’t have the paw-pads. Kind of hard for her to forget those when she’s so closely associated with bears.

— Probably tried to bite at the Pacifista’s and only managed to get through the ‘skin.’ I know Brook couldn’t get through it, but she’s a gigantic bear, come on. They’re supposed to be able to bite through iron, so she’s going to get her jaw into PX-4 and shed some of that outside layer.

— Running would be so easy for her in her bear form, but she doesn’t flee like she’s told. She’s taking on too much responsibility as a tank and trying to protect the groups that look like they’re under attack the most.

— Because of that, I feel like she would end up being the first one ‘erased’ because she would make every attempt to lunge in front of Zoro when the real Kuma comes. I know Zoro disappearing first was important, but she’s the one that jumps out first to do her job. She won’t get to see what happens to Chopper while he’s rampaging again, and doesn’t get to see what happens to everyone else. I wanted to be more despair inducing for her, but she would be one of the first gone and won’t have time to see them vanish.

URSA ISLAND / TWO YEAR SEPARATION

— Anita crash-lands on an island inhabited entirely by large, beastly bears. They’re all larger and stronger than she is, and they aren’t the least bit welcoming to find a human on their island. Unlike actual wild bears, these ones are barely smart enough to have a system of roles, the most important being tribe leader.

— The tribe leader, Anita dubbed King. He was a large, black, monstrous bear with nasty scars and gnarly teeth. He looks like a cruel leader, but he’s actually as kind as they come. He only wants to frighten her away because they can’t stand humans. He seeks only to protect his people. That’s what she’s come to understand, at least.

— There’s only one place that’s safe on the island, and it’s the largest tree in the entire place. They can’t climb to the top, and she can in her human form. Discovers, however, that she’s not the only human stuck on that island. A young girl is also trapped there. She doesn’t know herself very well and is nameless. She lives in the trees to avoid the bears and has lived there so long that she smells like them. Eventually, they agree that she will be called Ylde. Pronounced like ‘wild’ but Anita can’t spell and just went based on the sound.

— Ylde: Isn’t it spelled w-i-l-d? Anita: ...How the fuck does a two-year-old stuck on a bear island know how to spell better than me? Ylde: I’m thirteen. Anita: Silence, small baby.

— Ylde attempts to convince Anita that there’s no point in trying to integrate herself into the tribe. Even as a bear, they’ll know she doesn’t belong from her scent and size. Anita corrects her and says she only wants to get off the damned island so she can get back to her friends.

— Because it will be a while before she gets the paper and she’s determined to leave, she gets into her bear form and readies herself to fight through the swarm of bears just to get to shore and find one of the many boats Ylde says have washed up over the years.

— End up coming back to Ylde’s tree because she gets her ass kicked. Tries this every single day until the moment the News Coo comes with the paper saying. She understands the hint given by Luffy and is immediately relieved to see he’s still alive. Doesn’t know if the rest are, but she’s hoping so. Didn’t even occur to her that they might be dead because she managed to survive the crash.

— Spends the next to years fighting and learning on her own. Ylde doesn’t stick around when, during the first year and a half, an intact ship is discovered. She insists Anita come with her, but she refuses. Ylde, having gotten attached to her, promises to come back to that exact spot in two years to pick her up and take her where she wants to go.

— Anita’s goal, like everyone else, is to get stronger. She realizes after being beaten again and again that she’s too weak in her bear form. Seeing as how that’s the part she wants to strengthen most, she dedicates herself to staying a bear as long as she possibly can. Day in and day out, from sunrise to sunset, she wants to stay a bear. She does this and does get stronger, but doesn’t realize that in the process she was inching closer to becoming the tribe leader herself.

— Over the two year separation, the following happens; she learns armament haki that she uses only on her teeth and claws, gets even larger than before, earns more devastating-looking scars, gets even greedier with food because of how unfair the tribe was to her before she became leader, eventually becomes the leader and earns the respect of the entire island.

— But because the rest of the tribe refuses to fight her, she becomes lazy and antsy. She will absolutely crave a fight whenever it feels like one is brewing now.

— New moves: Mighty Roar: Can either a. instill fear in an enemy and send them fleeing or b. temporarily disable them because the intensity of the sound is mind-numbing. Not to be confused with Conqueror's Haki ;;

Bear Trap: Bites through any part of an enemy that she can and fuses her jaws together with her Armament Haki as long as the teeth are touching, leaving it nearly impossible to shake her off.

Bearrel Roll: Yes, it’s a pun to barrel roll. Doesn’t actually suit the move because she’s not doing a barrel roll, but she does curl up and roll into her target to catch them off guard. Is a good move to use with people she trusts to throw / kick her.

#🐻;「 still learning and growing ( headcanon ) 」#🐻;「 v. they remind me of home ( strawhat ) 」#sanita #( her arc feels too similar to zoro's but i cannot think of anything else )#( cause she doesn't have anyone train her like he did so it still felt different enough )#( idk )#( i love that it keeps warning that there will be sanji x anita mentions but )#( honestly it's one sided because i don't wanna assume sanji's feelings even tho i write him too pfft )#( i need a sanji OTL )#arc headcanons

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jojotier · 7 years ago

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Wifey Kak vs Fuckboi dub Kak gone overboard, go

(welp. One year, and writing over 100k words in total, and this is how I’m ending off 2017- not with the finale of the first part of my super intensive plot fic where I made 56 original stand user characters just to create an intermediate Kakyoin Lives au part between SDC and DiU to try and explain why hamon is never used again and try to tie parts 2 and 3 more cohesively together. Not with more myth au where muse Rohan finds the grisly truth of Reimi’s murder and begins his trek down to the underwater underworld to demand her soul back from death god Jotaro. Not even with the bits I’ve been working on with dead inside retail worker Kakyoin having to deal with the only supernatural 7-11 in Japan and haughty water witch Jotaro trying to scare him.

But with some fanon mischaracterizations of Kakyoin. With these awful, awful characterizations. I hope to God you know just what you’ve wrought, with this drabble- and to anyone who’s just finding out about my fanon clone au, I am so, so sorry. Happy New Year!!!)

“Hey- what’re you doing in here?”

Nori started, nearly fumbling with the cute rose decorated porcelain knife in his hands but thankfully not managing to nick anything. Which was lucky! Usually he was way more clumsy than this, constantly getting little bumps and cuts from even mundane activities… Though it didn’t really bother him much! He always had Jotaro right there to take care of him and kiss any injury better, like the attentive, romantic gentleman he was. Sometimes, Nori wondered how he was able to find a real life Prince Charming.

Gently setting the knife down, he brushed his starchy hands off on the pastel pink apron- cute, frilly, and printed with a cherry pattern of course!- and Nori looked up to find- another version of himself, standing right there! He was much taller than Nori’s own five foot tall frame, and he had a pair of shades resting on his face, with their signature curly bang (colored neon orange, for some reason) pinned up underneath a backwards ballcap… In short, he looked to be the exact opposite of everything Nori was!

This should have come as shock to Nori, but honestly, after the first three or so other clones of himself, it got to be a little tiring, acting all surprised… No matter how many of them claimed that Nori was a clone and that they were the real Kakyoin!

“Hey, didn’tcha hear me?” The other Kakyoin leaned down, waving a hand in front of Nori’s face rather rudely. At least ten neon glow bracelets shook on his wrist. “What’re you doing in here? You don’t look like the type to be holed up in a kitchen in a dumb apron- and you’re me, so I know you’re definitely not the type.”

Nori frowned, eyebrows furrowing. “I’m cooking- my hungry guys out there are practically starving!” He worried his bottom lip in his teeth, thinking to himself how awfully sad it was that all of this was happening, with this investigation and those other versions of them melting in that awful, awful display of blood and viscera, with their faces peeling- God, he shuddered just thinking about such a grisly thing. Those poor clones weren’t around anymore, suffice to say… “You’d think that someone around here would have remembered that we all need food.”

“You know we could’ve just ordered out, right blondie?” The other version of Nori loomed over him, leaning down even more until his face was inches away. That was when Nori smelled the alcohol and… was that the smell of MARIJUANA? Where was this other version of himself getting DRUGS, of all things?! Maybe in the same place he got those awful khaki boyshorts that he was wearing under his gakuran for some reason. “Then again, you sound just as empty headed as you look.”

“Hey- that’s mean!” Nori told him, frowning even harder despite the fact that it probably wasn’t effective with the ten inch height difference. And the fact that he himself didn’t have a dorito chin that looked like it could gouge someone’s eye out. “I’m not the one reeking!”

“Hey hey hey,” His clone slurred, trying to flip his bright orange hair and failing, since it was under the hat still, “blame weedeater and his dolphin fucker Jotaro over there, they’re the ones who’re handing out the good shit.”

He jerked his thumb back towards them and Nori leaned to the side for a moment, looking at the green haired clone of himself, red eyed and trying to tell his version of Jotaro how hot his mother was, a strange amount of airhorn sound effects overlayed from some invisible plane of existence that made it almost impossible to make out what the Jotaro clone (holding a dolphin plush with mysterious stains) was saying. Nori and the fuckboy version of himself stared for a moment before they both gave a simultaneous shudder, looking back towards each other again.

Yeah, no one would ever be worse than those guys.

“Besides, it doesn’t negate the whole look you have going on in here- I mean, the blonde hair, the cute apron, the way you’re just standing there like that…” The fuckboy version of Nori leaned a bit more towards him, until their noses were brushing together… “Makes you seem like some brainless ditz to me.”

“Am not!” Nori frowned as hard as he possibly could, bordering on the point of pouting with his cute lips, trying to give a look of stern disappointment even though his darling Jotaro had told him many times that when he tried to do that he looked more like a wet kitten than anything. “What do you even want here-?”

“I never said I didn’t like it. It’s cute.” He pulled back a bit as Nori stumbled back, face going beet red. How dare he! Nori was a taken man- and this was his own clone! The audacity! Then he kept going, saying something so salacious that it nearly gave Nori a heart attack right then and there. “Is it true what they say? Blondes have more fun, right? Well, why don’t you show me…?” Nori’s eyes widened as his clone advanced, leaning until Nori was pressed against him. “I’m always up for a good time…” He leaned down to whisper in Nori’s ear. “… Baby.”

“KYAH!” Nori shrieked, pushing his clone back. His clone stumbled a bit, before catching himself and pretending like it never happened. “Why would you-?! I just- the nerve!!! The NERVE of you coming in here, when I’ve got so many hungry guys out there- there to feed, and you come up out of NOWHERE and just–!”

“C’mon, babes,” His clone whined, pouting at him. “You can forget your hungry guys for a second, can’t you? What do you wanna do?”

“I-! I just… I.” Nori paused, taken aback. He blinked. “I don’t think… I’ve ever been asked that before…”

“What- if you wanna do something?” His clone asked, eyebrows shooting up. “Dude, what are you, someone’s bitch?”

“Hey-! It’s not like that at all…” Nori said, tears suddenly welling up in his eyes. “I’m the wife in mine and Jotaro’s relationship-”

“YOU’RE A HUSBAND!” The redheaded Kakyoin clone (who seemed oddly exasperated when Nori saw him) yelled distantly from the other room.

“Uh. Husband, I guess.” Nori amended, not really wanting to be a bother. “Well… He does so much for me, and he’s so sweet, and loves me lots, and he decides a lot of things for me so I don’t have to think too hard and-”

“What, Kujo? Sweet?” The frat Kakyoin sneered, staring Nori down. Nori shrank a little more in on himself. “That guy’s like the biggest asshole on the face of the planet! Can’t take a hint. I swear, the dude’s still stuck in his emo phase- shitty eyeliner and bullshit MCR fetish and all. All he’s good for is a good angry fuck every once in a while…” Which didn’t sound like Nori’s Jotaro at all, though he supposed that he would be, if this was how his own clone was. “Even then- you gotta make your own decisions man.”

“I- but my hungry guys…” Nori weakly offered, feeling like he was in vertigo.

“Well how’s about you choose this hungry guy over here?” The clone in front of him said. Their faces were both gravitating towards each other.

“What… what are you in the mood for?” Nori breathed. His heart was hammering in his chest.

“You.” And like that, the kitchen and the rest of the world faded as their lips crashed together.

While the two Kakyoin clones were liplocked, the real Noriaki slowly raised the metal pipe in his hands, tempted, oh so tempted, to step over the threshold and into the kitchen. Behind him, the real Jotaro took notice, and immediately rushed over to slowly lower the pipe. “No.”

“But-”

“No. No. Apparently the old man needs all of their activities recorded.”

“They’re going to melt anyway! It really is more humane to-”

“Kakyoin holy shit.”

“Right, right- we still have to find the user.” Noriaki dragged one long suffering hand down his face, slowly lowering the pipe. “Sorry, this entire thing is just… taking far too much of a toll on me. Where did these two even come from? Did they even come with their own Jotaros? Christ, what’s with them all multiplying…”

Jotaro pried the pipe away from Noriaki’s hold, holding it away from him just in case. “Who knows. The only thing we can do is keep going. Minori and Jojiro are saying that they found the CLAMP clones, at least- we can start there and see where the hell they went before.”

“Yeah… yeah, just what we need. To deal with them.” Noriaki winced, and Jotaro patted his shoulder somewhat sympathetically. They both turned away, leaving the kitchen alone.

In the corner, a milfhunter watched, shades gleaming and fedora tipped. In front of him, the makeout session between both Kakyoin clones continued, but he planned to-

Fuck this is stupid. I can’t do this anymore. In a nondescript room in the liminal space in the direct center of America, I pack up my bags. Not even a bee movie fic written long ago could match up to the shame I have inflicted upon myself, seeping into every single pore with the ferocity of deadly nightshade, etching its poison kiss into my skin. I take a small, framed portrait of Hirohiko Araki from my pocket. A dusty tear rolls down my cheek.

Oh well. This isn’t canon to the AU anyway, so I guess I can do whatever the hell I want.

#jjba #noriaki kakyoin #kakcest #jotakak #jojo's bizarre adventure #mischaracterization #such heavy ooc #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #au 3 #fanon clone au

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ladyknightskye · 7 years ago

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Colors

Happy Birthday @idontgettechnology! Apologies for this not coming out sooner - by the time my muse decided to cooperate, it was already the beginning of school for me. I hope you still like this!

Title: Colors

Prompt: Birthday Party

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, Shieldshock, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, background relationships

Continuity: Canon-Divergence, Soulmate-AU

Warnings: None

Steven Grant Rogers was born without a Mark, Sigil, Initials, or Pattern. His mother searched over his tiny body, but the smooth pink skin was unmarred by black, blue, or any color in between. She didn’t worry much. He could have a String, a Watch, Empathy, or Writing. Sarah Rogers didn’t worry until her baby boy was ten. He didn’t see a String, his wrist didn’t have numbers counting down, and he scribbled on his arms all the time with no reply. He never felt emotions other than his own, or saw things that weren’t there. In fact, he turned out to be completely color blind. She discovered it when he was four, and couldn’t name colors.

Instead, he learned colors through his friend Bucky. The young Barnes boy taught him that grass was green, and the gray of grass would be the same gray of almost anything that was green. Blood was red, and the gray of blood was the gray of hearts and roses and sometimes the dresses dames wore out on dates with Bucky. The sky was blue, even if all he ever saw was gray. Steve didn’t let his inability to see colors keep him from becoming an artist. After his mother passed, he was able to help support himself and Bucky by drawing cartoons and advertisements.

After the serum, the colorblindness didn’t go away, which if Erskine had lived might have stumped him. All of Steve’s other disabilities and health problems had disappeared the moment he stepped out of the pod. He also didn’t magically develop any sort of Soul Bond that he could decipher. He’d thought before that the Powers that Be were trying to tell him something, that he wouldn’t live long enough to have a Soulmate, that one of his illnesses would finally kill him. Now, he had no idea why he didn’t have a Bond.

When he was flying over the Arctic, he realized it was because he wasn’t going to survive the war.

When Darcy Elizabeth Lewis was born, she didn’t have a physical Soul Bond. Her mother and father didn’t seem to mind, as their Soul Bond had been a Watch. They would wait and see. So they did. They watched as their sweet baby girl grew into a vibrant child. However, she never mentioned seeing Strings, or numbers on her wrist, or mysterious writing. When they visited Darcy’s pediatrician at her yearly check up, her doctor had frowned. “She’s hitting all her developmental benchmarks,” Dr. Simmons said. “How is she doing at Kindergarten?”

“Fine,” Mrs. Lewis had replied, “Except, she refuses to learn her colors. The teacher says that she ignores her when she asks for Darcy to name her colors.”

The doctor nodded before turning to Darcy. He was a kindly old man, his wrinkled face almost always wreathed in a smile. “Darcy Girl,” he said in his jovial voice, “Why aren’t you naming your colors?”

The little girl was all of five, and she looked embarrassed. “Don’t wanna.”

The doctor nodded, and told the little family to give him a moment. He returned to the room holding some flash cards. “Darcy Girl, can you see the numbers?”

The girl squinted at the cards, but shook her head. He showed her three more, but she couldn’t see any of the numbers. “As I thought,” Dr. Simmons said, “she’s colorblind.”

Her mother bit her lip. “I was afraid of that. But . . . I was more worried about her not showing a Soul Bond. I know most kids don’t have one until they’re approaching their teens, but . . .”

Dr. Simmons grinned. “I know, but her not having a Soul Bond yet isn’t uncommon.” Then, he got a gleam in his eye. “And actually . . . She could already have a Soul Bond. It’s incredibly, incredibly rare, and easily mistaken with actual genetic colorblindness, but she may have Soul Colors.”

Mrs. Lewis frowned. “I’ve never heard of Soul Colors.” Dr. Simmons chuckled. “As I said they are very rare. Maybe one in a million.”

“But what is it? How do Soul Colors work?” Mr. Lewis asked.

“Soul Colors work a bit differently from other Bonds, yes,” Dr. Simmons began, “While Timers and Strings give a psychic guide, and Sigils, Writing, and the others give clues, Soul Colors do nothing to guide Soul Mates together. Your daughter won’t have any prior warning. No communication, no emotions, no guides. Scientists theorize that the reason that it’s so rare is the only clue you get. There’s a very limited pool of candidates.”

“But how will she know?” Mrs. Lewis pressed.

“Soulmates with Soul Colors can only perceive color after they meet their Soulmate. Then, based on what research has been done on them, they will be able to see color for the rest of their lives. They have to consummate the Soul Bond, but luckily, they don’t need to actually touch like the others, they only need to lock eyes. In almost all cases they also experience love at first sight. I did a thesis on Soul Colors in college, and ever single case I looked at mentioned the instant emotional bond. Only Empaths show the same proclivity.”

“So,” Mr. Lewis asked, “how do we know if that’s her Bond, or if she’s truly colorblind?”

Dr. Simmons sighed. “Well, there’s no real way to be sure. Colorblind people will have another Soul Guide. If she doesn’t develop another Soul Bond, then she has Soul Colors.”

As the years passed, Darcy never did develop another Bond, so her mother registered her with the Soul Colors Association of America. They found out that there were only about twenty-three people with Soul Colors in the entire country. The Association told the Lewises that they would help Darcy find her Soulmate when she turned eighteen. Sure enough, her first outing with the Association was a week after her eighteenth birthday. However, it was a wash out – while six of the other ten hopefuls found their other halves, she didn’t. She didn’t despair at first because she was one of four who didn’t.

However, her hope faded as the years went by, and the world continued to be gray.

When they thawed him out, the last thing on Steve’s mind was Soulmates. In fact, he never gave much thought to them. First it was aliens, then HYDRA, then Bucky, then Ultron . . . He never felt like he had the time to worry, especially since any Soulmate he had was either knocking on death’s door or already there. He watched his friends find theirs though. Natasha and Bucky were bound by a red String only they could see. Tony and Pepper had each other’s Initials emblazoned over their hearts (though their relationship predated Tony being his friend). Wanda and Scott zeroed out their Timers when they met during the nearly disasterous “Civil War” incident, and Hope had found herself and Rhodey with the same Sigil on their left hand. At the moment, he, Sam, and Vision were the only ones without Soulmates.

And Tony felt like throwing a party.

It was his birthday, and the birthday boy wanted a huge costume party to celebrate. Reluctantly, Steve dusted off his old dress uniform and styled his hair. He figured that Tony would have to be happy with a 40s soldier as Steve’s costume. He arrived just in time to walk in with Bucky and Natasha, both dressed as werewolves. They had on wolf ears and had painted their faces to make them look furry. Natasha also wore a dark gown, and Bucky was in a tux. “Nice costume,” he said, giving Steve a ‘really?’ look.

Steve shrugged. “I couldn’t think of anything else to be,” he admitted.

“Well,” Natasha said, smoothing down one of his sleeves, “you look nice. Maybe we can find you a nice girl to hang out with.”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied, “didn’t that girl with Thor show up dressed like a 40s dame? Maybe we could make a matched set!”

Steve sighed, thoroughly fed up with Nat’s matchmaking. He followed them in, and was met with a sea of costumes. There were witches, clowns, and all manner of fictional characters. Tony had dressed up as Sherlock and was presiding over his party from a dais near the DJ. Pepper sat with him, dressed as a Victorian lady. Wanda and Scott waved to the trio from one of the many refreshment tables, dressed as Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Without warning, a large, cartoonish eagle with a stern face stepped in front of them. “Hi guys!”

Natasha burst into laughter, and Steve and Bucky just stared. The eagle had spoken with Sam’s voice. “Really?” Nat finally sputtered. “Sam the Eagle? You came as a walking pun?”

The eagle shrugged, and looked over at Steve and Bucky. “Really, you guys haven’t gotten to the Muppets yet? We’ll have to fix that at our next Guys Night.”

Steve shrugged, looking around. He was thinking of finding a drink and then loitering off to the side of the party for awhile. Music started up, something with an upbeat tempo and Latin rhythms that had Nat dragging Bucky onto the dance floor. Sam waved to Steve as he quickly went to pursue a young woman to dance with. The super soldier wandered a bit, before he saw Thor and his girl standing off to the side, chatting with a senator that looked vaguely familiar. This couple were dressed in matching outfits as well, both of them wearing dark suits and sunglasses. The room was brightly lit, but not enough to need sunglasses. With them was a woman dressed in a style that he was intimately familiar with. Her hair was also caught up into an updo that he remembered. He had no idea what it was called, but he’d seen it on many a woman back in the 40s. She must have been the one Nat and Bucky mentioned earlier. He thought for a moment about going to talk to her, when she turned.

Their eyes met.

The world exploded, and Steve nearly stumbled as he took several deep breaths. It felt almost like when he’d first stepped out of Erskine’s pod and had been able to breath properly for the first time in his life. Something clicked in his soul, and he knew. He knew who this woman was.

Darcy had been listening to Jane natter on for what seemed like hours. She was glad that her friend had managed to find someone to talk to at this party, but Senator Hogan seemed way too interested in Einstein-Rosen Bridges, or maybe he was too interested in Jane. She couldn’t tell what Thor was thinking through the big blond’s sunglasses. She had to admit though, their costumes were a stroke of genius. Being Agent J and Agent T for this shindig showed some balls since half of the newly formed SHIELD had been invited. She turned her back on the Men in Black, and looked about the room.

That’s when she saw him. She looked at his chest first, impressed as her eyes roamed up to met his. Then, the world exploded, and she felt like she’d just had a strong orgasm, except it shivered out from her heart instead of her lady bits. The man had been handsome in shades of gray, but in color – oh God he was in COLOR! – he was a thing of beauty. She didn’t have the knowledge to name the colors to herself, but she could tell that his eyes were as light as his hair, and his skin must be “white” since hers was the same.

They stood there like that, staring across at least thirty feet of rented ballroom before she took a tentative step forward. This was her Soulmate, the person who had been destined to give her back her Colors. He’d held them bundled up in his eyes for God knew how long, and now here he was, giving them back to her. She took another step, and he finally moved.

It was like watching a panther. His big body moved with deadly grace, each movement economical, but effective, and she couldn’t stop the little bit of wondering. What would this man be like in bed? Would he be laser-focused and intense, or playful and lighthearted? Would he vacillate between both? Wait a minute, he was coming over here, what the hell was she going to say to him?!

“What color are your eyes?” he said to her, solving her dilemma before she could get her brain to wrap around it. In the mere seconds it had taken him to approach, he’d not broken their held gaze. His voice was low, a honeyed baritone that only served to make Darcy’s lady parts sing in response.

She swallowed, licking her lips. “My mom told me I have blue eyes.”

“Blue,” he whispered. “My mother told me my eyes were blue, too.”

Blue. Darcy knew blue was the color of the ocean and sky, and she suddenly couldn’t wait to find out if his eyes were closer to one or the other. That’s when she remembered her book. She reached out without thinking, grabbing his arm and dragging him along back towards the coat check. He went with her willingly, and neither seemed to be perturbed by the attention they were getting. Darcy spoke to the guy running the check, and he brought her purse. It was a huge messenger style bag, and she rummaged around it to pull out a small cardboard book. She returned her purse to the man at the check in, and then dragged her Soulmate back to an alcove set off from the main ballroom.

He was looking at her quizzically, until he caught sight of the cover of the book. Then he grinned. She smiled back. “I carry it just in case,” she said with a laugh, “So we won’t be stumbling around in the dark.”

His laugh was rich and clear, and Darcy realized that she could listen to it for hours on end. She opened up the book titled Colors and pointed to the first page. “Red.”

Her Soulmate looked up, and pointed to a woman on the dance floor. “Natasha’s hair is red.” He looked back at her. “So is your dress.”

Darcy beamed at him. “Her hair is beautiful.” She turned the page. “That’s blue. Well, it’s darker than your eyes –“

“It’s a shade of blue,” he agreed. “Your eyes are closer to it.”

She turned the page again. “Green.”

“Grass is green,” he said solemnly, causing Darcy to laugh. “Sorry, it’s what Bucky told me when we were kids. He tried to teach me how to tell apart colors.”

“He sounds like a stand up friend,” she murmured. “Jane just helps me by telling me what colors clothes are when we go shopping.”

“Yeah, but we had an easier time of it back in the day. Clothes came in four colors – and all of them matched one another,” her Soulmate snorted.

“Back in the day? What day? The 90s?” Darcy laughed.

He just blinked at her. “ . . . Soulmate, do you know who I am?”

She snorted, and shook her head as she turned to page. “No. Should I?”

When silence greeted her, Darcy looked back up into the incredulous eyes of both her Soulmate, and Tony Stark who had just waltzed into their little alcove. “Seriously, Lewis, you don’t know who he is?!” Stark barked.

“Tony, does Pepper know you’ve slipped your leash?” she shot back, and out of the corner of her eye, saw three people approach – one of them the previously mentioned Natasha.

“You sass Tony?” her Soulmate breathed. “God, I love you.”

“Movin’ fast aren’t ya, Cap?” Stark asked with a grin.

“Steve,” the dark haired man that had just walked up asked, “Who’s the dame?”

“Dame? What am I, a French matron?” Darcy snarked.

Her Soulmate – Steve – chuckled. “Oh God,” the man said with a look of utter terror, “There are two of them.”

“It’s ok, Buck, she’s my Soulmate.”

The four people standing froze, but Darcy focused on the more important part of that last statement. “Buck? As in Bucky? Your friend that tried to teach you colors?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied, “Bucky here is my oldest friend.”

“Emphasis on oldest,” Stark said absently.

That’s when it hit her. Her Soulmate knew Tony Stark. Her Soulmate knew a guy called Bucky, and woman called Natasha. Her Soulmate’s name was Steve. Holy shit.

Steve saw it, the moment she realized who he was. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth formed a little “o” of surprise. However, her next statement completely took him off guard. “So, who’s the Muppet?”

“Sam Wilson, nice to meet you.” The eagle held out a wing.

“. . . Sam the Falcon came as Sam the Eagle?” his Soulmate breathed. “Really?”

“I know!” Natasha agreed. She held out a fist, and his Soulmate met her halfway.

“Jesus, there are two of them,” Sam muttered.

“No, there are two Steves.”

“Or,” his Soulmate said, her dander firmly up, “There could just be a Steve and a Darcy.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, giving his friends a gimlet stare. He’d even used his Captain voice. “A Steve and Darcy Rogers,” he said, then leaned over to her, “Unless you want to keep your maiden name. I know that’s a thing now.”

She looked amused, while the rest of their little group looked appalled. Darcy just put her hands to her heart. “Dude, you were my one historical figure crush in high school. Of course I’m taking your name.”

“I don’t have a ring,” he murmured, enjoying the looks of complete horror on his friends’ faces.

“It’s okay,” she laughed, “Their faces are red.”

“I know,” he replied, leaning in closer to her. “It’s fun isn’t it?”

Darcy threw back her head with laughter. She leaned into him, and he took her book. “So, guys, could you please leave me and my fiancée alone?”

Tony and Sam were sputtering, Nat had her mouth hanging open, and Bucky was bug-eyed. “You’re serious,” he said incredulously.

“Yeah, I am,” he said, staring into Darcy’s blue eyes.

“Can I help pick out the ring?” she asked.

“Of course.”

She leaned over, and touched her lips to his. They were soft and warm, but before he could get more than a peck she pulled away. With a growl he glared at his friends who were still standing over them with an array of disbelieving looks – well except for Sam whose eagle mask hid his face.

“Darcy?” a light feminine voice asked from behind the wall of Avenger.

They turned, allowing the woman through. She was dressed in a dark suit, and wore sunglasses. “Hey Jane!” Darcy chirped. “This is my Soulmate! I got an Avenger too!”

The woman’s mouth fell open. “Really?! He gave you colors?! Darcy!” she squealed.

“Can you also explain to these guys why it’s totes okay that he’s proposing marriage please? Preferably somewhere else so that I can make out with him?” Darcy said with a waved hand at the other four.

Jane laughed. “Seriously, it’s okay Mr. Stark, Ms. Romanoff, scary guy and eagle guy. Soulmates with Soul Colors are a bit different from other Bonds. They’re like Empaths – they almost always experience love at first sight.”

“So,” Natasha drawled, “Spontaneous declarations of love and marriage are not uncommon?”

“Nope,” Jane answered before she began shooing them off. “Now get! Darcy’s been waiting twenty-eight years for this. Scram!”

Now visibly less nervous, the others left, Sam with a jaunty wave and Bucky with a saucy wink. Jane hugged Darcy before she skipped back to Thor’s side. “Now, soldier boy, we were about to learn about the color orange.”

“No,” he said, drawing her chin up, “We were about to make out.”

Her eyes turned a darker shade of blue before her lips crashed onto his.

Steve didn’t find out until he was trying to hunt her down one day nearly a week after they first met that her last name was Lewis. When he mentioned it, she replied that it didn’t matter because soon her last name was going to be Rogers. He agreed.

“Hey, if you’re Captain America, can everyone call me Mrs. America?”

“Darcy.”

“What? It’s a valid question. Can they call me Mrs. America? You know, like when you’re announced, ‘Captain and Mrs. America.’ It would be so cool.”

“. . .”

“I mean, at like, Avengers functions. Otherwise, of course I’m Mrs. Rogers.”

“I like it better as ‘Captain and Mrs. Rogers.’”

“Aw.”

“ . . . But I bet Tony’d get a kick at next year’s birthday party to announce us as Captain and Mrs. America.”

“I love you!”

Darcy picked out a solitaire sapphire for her engagement ring set into a silver band. Her dress was red, he wore his dress blues. They were married in a small ceremony only three months after they met, but it would have been sooner if not for her special order wedding dress. Everyone was ordered to wear colorful clothing to the ceremony – Captain and Mrs. (America) Rogers had lived long enough in black and white.

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