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sieglinde-freud · 11 months ago

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If you had to pick a second trio of awakening kids to put in fates (on Hishido's side) who would you send, why, and where would put them (ie who's retainers would they be and who would they replace or where would they be serving in Hoshido if not retainers).

SORRY THIS TOOK ME LIKE FIVE YEARS TO GET TO, STEDY… i saw it and i was like “ooh i gotta think about this i’ll come back” and then. and then i forgor… BUT ANYWAYSSS

so, to hoshido????? well… i think realistically theyd go down the popularity poll. they seem to want to avoid lucina (lord) and morgan (two of them, picking one means making one and also one robin canon) so next on the list iirc is noire, brady, and gerome. and i think that could work pretty okay, but i think they just kind of all have one fatal flaw here: none of them would be down to go.

the awakening trio works because yeah!! yeah i absolutely buy all three of them being game to go fuck off to a new world because some pathetic man begged them to help save lives. gerome though?? no!! gerome hardly wanted to go back in time to save HIS OWN WORLD!! brady cant fight CANONICALLY, and i highly doubt he’d want to step foot on another battlefield. and noire… i think someone could make a case for noire being willing to come. but i think she’d prefer staying with tharja and protecting the baby version of herself more. and without proper encouragement which would mostly likely come from severa who is. not here. i dont think she’d be too willing. AND I KNOW THAT MEANS IM MISSING OUT ON NOIRE!RHAJAT BUT… come on. you think im gonna give noire to hayato anyways?? no.

so!! a more interesting alternative? kjelle, cynthia, and laurent. i think kjelle and cynthia would be so down if they thought they were gonna be protecting innocents. kjelle wants to fight, grow stronger, and protect, and her natural element is the battlefield. cynthia wants to be a hero and fight for justice, and what better than a country protecting its homeland? as for laurent, i think he’d also like to save people, but i just think this guy would also like traveling around for education purposes. a new land means more insight to gain, and more things to share with his mother when he comes back. so. yeah. perhaps not the tightest reasoning, but i think its much more realistic than like. gerome. sooo

cynthia would most likely stay a pegasus knight? i dont see a reason to change her class. but armor knight is nohrian while sage doesnt exist in fates (technically. im aware onmyoji is the equivalent) sooo they’d have to change. i think theres a few things you could do with kjelle? spear fighter is probably the obvious choice, but i think kinda similar to owain, she’d like a chance to try out other weapons, probably to demonstrate her strength. and for this im strongly leaning master of arms prepromote. yes she’d still have spear access, but having mastered katanas and clubs during her time in hoshido could be really fun i think. as for laurent… lol. apothecary. hes not really here to fight but like. he can. promote him to merchant and he’ll start throwing the army’s treasury at you. dont fuck with him! but obviously kjelle would have armor knight access via heart seal and i think i’d give laurent troubador over dark mage just to reference miriel having that class in awakening but it could go either way. cynthia would probably have… uh. ummmm… fuck. wait. i dont know. sumia gets armor knight and cleric. can we j be funny and give her merc so she has hero access :/// ok thanks

if were following the same format as the og trio, i would j plant them as retainers to make it simple. and… i think i’d go:

kjelle - ryoma

laurent - hinoka

cynthia - sakura

im completely willing to change on this honestly. i thought long and hard about it and then i went “hm. no.” and ended up here. my logic is that of the awakening trio, laslow definitely seems to be the strongest and is nohr’s crown prince’s retainer, and of these three, kjelle is probably the strongest, so same treatment. i also considered the dynamic between saizo and kagero and i just think she’d work the best with them. no bullshit, just work. plus, in a samurai class (moa promotes from samurai) she’d fit in better with ninja than a flier and a uh. a guy.

i put laurent with hinoka and i almost didnt because i think he could have an interesting dynamic with the other royals too. but then i was like “okay. of the three: who would fit into hinokas retainer dynamic that just seems to be ‘giving hinoka a hard time’” and well!!! i think!!! i think its laurent!!! i think laurent would just be engrossed in his studies and the difference in technological progress compared to ylisse (no fireworks but they have giant puppets??? the dolls with the saws??? TANKS????) and hinokas like “uh. hey. did you eat any of ur last three meals?” and he goes “no but i DID make a gun” and azama and setsuna are just like “woahhh thats fucking awesome dude” and i just think if i gave hinoka kjelle or cynthia it wouldnt be as funny. i do things for the bit. always.

and that leaves cynthia for the other two and… i dont actually think she’d go to takumi. i think sakura and her retainers is a much more realistic possibility because takumis trio is just. so. fucking look at them… itd be odd to shove a fourth person in there. it COULD work, but also i kinda just like the idea of cynthia pledging herself to sakura. she’d be all hyped about it too like “the brave warrior defending her princess?!! yessss!!” and sakura would be like. so down for cynthias flower throwing entrance or whatever (with… sakura petals?? yes????) and idk i just think they would be neat. and she could be a nice mediator between subaki and hana who just like. wont shut the fuck up. she’ll either make it better by being a nice middle man or make it worse by also not shutting up except its about something completely different and no progress gets made. both fine outcomes, i think.

and then they fight nohr and go to war with their besties forevs!!!!!!! wooooo!!!! im not writing that out. you decide how that goes. though i think a cynthia vs selena encounter would be insaane… ooh or like an cynthia vs odin justice cabal thing? oouhhvghh… but this post is long enough anyways hi stedy 👋

#asks #long post AGAIN #its fun to consider how some of them might act in hoshido #i do think the imagery of apothecary laurent is really funny though #has no idea what the native wildlife to hoshido is like so dude is just shoving plants in his mouth like #‘this may kill me. but fuck it we ball?’#i think him and azama would get on great.#also i think kjellnoka could go CRAZYYYY… like think about it.#one thing that i dont like though is that kjelle and cynthia do not have supports in awakening #but even if we go back to the original next trio gerome and brady dont either???#i think one of the best parts of THE awakening trio is that they ALL supported and thus all has a foundation to build off of #and thats harder to pull off when youre picking from the rest of them #they have the hotspring convo tho so. close enough?#also ik u said replace but i dont rly like getting rid of any existing retainers bc i just like them all so. WOO THREE RETAINERS!!!

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years ago

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Heya I'm kinda new to your blog but I reread your fics a lot and I was wondering how do the merc's react to a tenth class who is known as the "Jack of all traits?" aka they are basically a merc who knows all the other mercs roles, like they can switch their class in between battle, Example if they're a medic they can go switch to heavy and mow down the enemy team with their own mini gun or maybe build sentries and dispensors, all in all they have their own weapons/equipment that can turn into any class they need, so if a merc is out or unavailable S/O can fill in for them for the match

Lmao P.S Heavy helped with building their Mini gun and yes they're strong enough to carry a gun that's the same size as Heavy

A/n: IT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I'VE UPDATED. And I am so sorry about it! I hope you enjoy this :) Two more requests and I'm caught up!

Scout:

Scout admired you like a child would admire his favorite baseball player. The Jack of Traits surpassed Tom Jones. He followed you around, helping out. Even if you were in the scout class, he would not leave you alone. He was always giving tips on how to be like him. It’s always something along the lines like, “Make sure you never miss when swinging your bat” or “Don’t drink too much Bonk! Or else you’ll blow up.” Of course, you already knew all that.

If Scout had to call in sick, you took his place and did an excellent job. He always watched from the home cameras Engineer set up. He’d be rooting for you all the way. You were fast just like him. Once, he threw a baseball at the screen because the enemy spy backstabbed you while you were vulnerable. He claimed it was cheating, but you argued rules were rules. Scout would always “avenge” you once he got out of bed.

Many of your weapons had been crafted by you and the other mercs. Scout took pride in helping build your scattergun, even though you did most of the work and could take all the credit. Scout always appreciated your help whenever he needed backup. You were quick to help. If he was trapped in a corner, you’d drop everything and take the enemy down. You were there to help one another no matter what.

Soldier:

The Jack of Traits was a show-off in his eyes. Soldier did not approve of how professional you were compared to him. He was jealous. It would take some time for him to warm up to you. He soon saw that the Jack of Traits was a wonderful person. But he refused to believe you weren’t humble at all (even though you were). Soldier thought you had it in for him, trying to steal his job. He even admitted you were better. You weren’t an ametuer with the rocket launcher and you were efficient at the other classes.

Soldier was a reckless man and because of this, he broke both legs. Medic forced him to stay in bed against Soldier’s wishes, so you had to take his place. Soldier was not happy with that. He put himself in a wheelchair and snuck onto the battlefield to watch you. You were elegant with every rocket jump and every swing from your shovel was filled with such grace. Soldier’s green envy left him. He now admired you.

You found out Soldier was sneaking out during battles. He was usually passed out in the off-limits area. So you’d put on the wheelchair’s brakes, set up a dispenser and sentry around Soldier and leave a slice of bread in his hand. If he wasn’t awake by the end of the battle, whether you lost or won, you'd switch into the Scout class and wheel him back in bed before Medic found out.

Pyro:

It was a beautiful thing having someone who could become the pyro as well. The screams/laughter of children, the burning/bubbles in the air. Pyro loved all that. It was very efficient to have you on his side when the enemy had a large crowd. Pyro was very glad the Administrator hired you. Pyro always gets sad when you switch classes. He once burned you by accident when you were roaming around the house as Spy. Pyro enjoyed it greatly when you stuck to the Scout class. Gave him a chance to chase you for fun and get some miles in.

Pyro wasn’t one to get sick. It surprised you when he collapsed in the middle of the battle. You had to switch into the Heavy class and drag the poor firebug somewhere safe. Unfortunately since no one trusted Pyro to stay home alone, you carried him on your back during battles. You had to be careful when switching classes. Pyro fiddled around with the weapons you carried. His favorite class you always chose was Soldier. The rocket jumping brought him joy.

Pyro helped you create custom weapons. He likes to paint on them so the enemy knows he helped you destroy them. Without you knowing, he attached mini flamethrowers on every weapon, even your own Spycicle, which ended up melting when you accidentally burnt/backstabbed an enemy. The poor man froze and melted. You forgave Pyro for what happened since he started crying/burning everything. It wasn’t his fault. But it made a powerful weapon.

Demo:

Demo did not know you were the Jack of Traits. He thought there were nine of you that took turns. It made more sense when you explained everything to him. It still took a while for him to process the information. You stayed by Demo’s side the entire time during battles so you could prove your point. He was quite impressed with your skill, but terrified about how professional you were. Your skills were greater than the others. But it didn’t stop Demoman from teaching you some tricks. Note to self, do not sticky launch on two piles of bombs.

After a successful victory, you took Demoman to the bar where he had too much to drink. You had to carry/rocket launch with him all the way home. It did not work trying to heal him on your own. Medic had to force him to stay in bed since his liver needed to recoperuate. Demo wanted to watch you fight on the battlefield. You were amazing! Your sentry was top-notch, people feared your minigun, you healed faster than medic and could outrun Scout! And of course, you didn’t want Demoman to be lonely. So you built a movie sentry attached to a dispenser and wheeled Demo around as he blew the enemy up.

Demo helped modify your launchers by adding a little something of his own. The grenades now were built into bottles of scrumpy. There was glass and explosions everywhere now. It didn’t end with just the bomb launchers though. Demo helped you build it into your scattergun and flamethrower. Demo also decided to try out being the Jack of Traits for a day while you took his place. You both ended up getting scolded by Medic for breaking both legs.

Heavy:

Heavy paid lots of attention to you. He was concerned for the Jack of Traits, even though you could handle yourself. He was there to (try) to catch you if you fell. The scout class was efficient for double jumping onto the higher ground. If you disguise yourself as the enemy while as the Spy to infiltrate the other team, Heavy would follow, shooting anyone down and giving away your position. It was annoying, but you saw Heavy was just trying to protect you.

Heavy never let being sick stop him from keeping an eye on you. Even against Medic’s and your wishes, he’d get out of bed and follow you around. You had to constantly airblast him away so he wouldn’t get hurt. His sandwiches, which he should have been saving for himself, were used on you whenever you got injured. You could’ve switched to the medic class and self-heal, but it was a nice gesture you couldn’t deny.

Just like Heavy, you owned a minigun. But it wasn’t anything like Sasha. So, Heavy took it upon himself to make your gun similar to his. With the help of Engineer, he got it fixed. Without you knowing, you helped as well. Heavy claimed it was a project he was working on and got you to work on it as well. The standard TF Industries/Mann Co. minigun was weak compared to Sasha and too heavy for you to carry. That morning, when you lifted your minigun up, it was extremely light! It grazed down enemies better.

Engineer:

Another engineer that could switch classes? Impressive! Engineer was completely enamored with you. The way you set up sentries, teleporters, dispensers, and other creations of your own design. When you weren’t helping a teammate out or building your next, you had a lot of fun killing the enemy. It amazed Engineer that someone like you could cause so much damage when you were so delicate with your machines. No offense, but you were extremely violent. There’s too much to put into detail. One thing Engineer likes about your violent nature is that your first shot that wounds someone is your warning shot. Usually the victim’s dead before the second shot.

Engineer could never get sick or injured too badly, but because he worked too hard, the Administrator decided to give him a vacation. You had to take his place. Engineer knew he needed it, but he didn’t want to leave you alone. You assured him you were going to be fine. While he was in Hawaii, he kept a good eye on you. Before he left, he had snuck a small camera on your uniform. He didn’t consider it entertainment. He feared you wouldn’t do well being in the engineer class without him at your side to help. Boy you proved him wrong.

Engineer did help build some of the custom weapons you had. You even helped build some of his stuff. Beware the level four sentry you two built, it’s more dangerous than you. The Administrator had your guys’ stuff patented so no one could steal it. The stuff you guys made was crazy. Engineer finally managed to get a sentry built onto the payload. You added the unnecessary toilet turret which blew up. Out of anger, you might’ve sent flaming rockets propelled by minigun bullets straight into the enemy respawn. Engineer had to calm you down.

Medic:

Medic never paid attention that you could switch between classes. But unlike Demoman, he figured it out quickly. The first sign was that you healed him and switched into the Heavy class before his eyes. It didn’t take any explaining. After that, he followed you around, observing your moves. He kept track of your skills. In conclusion, he saw that the only thing you weren’t good at was being uber-charged. You were never confident to take the lead, whether you were Soldier, Heavy or Pyro. It was too much. One day, while Soldier, Heavy and Pyro were waiting to respawn at the same time, Medic uber-charged you. It was a great feeling as you killed the enemy. Not such a great one when you got backstabbed switching classes.

Even though Medic claimed to have good health, he wasn’t considering the fact he could get hurt. Poor guy accidentally stitched the voodoo souls into him wrong and had to be taken to the doctor. You took his place as the doctor. You healed everyone, never focusing on one person. A little hack you learned is that you could be two different classes at the same time. So you ubered yourself and someone else so twice the damage was inflicted. Medic never watched the whole thing, but was very proud of you when he got back. It called for a celebration, one that required you to drag Medic all the way home.

A minigun medi-gun fusion sounded efficient, inspired by your days playing as two classes. Medic (and Engineer) helped you put the two weapons together. Somehow, the Administrator allowed it to happen. Medic was the first to test it out. The bullets not only caused damage, but healed as well. Unfortunately, the bullets were too dangerous to heal someone fast enough. So Medic scrapped the bullet idea and switched it to large needles. That was something fun to shoot. Also, because of you and Medic, sentries could now heal. He also helped you build a custom needlegun. He got woozy from letting you test the needles on him.

Sniper:

He always watched the Jack of Traits from afar. It always impressed him that you could switch back and forth depending on the situation. Sometimes, he’d let you take his place so he could learn a little something from you. You two shared the “professionals have standards” motto. It made Sniper happy. You understood him, which allowed Sniper to open up. He loved to ramble about his life, family, hobbies, dislikes, which included the enemy spy, and other stuff. All this, while shooting the enemy together in his nest. Very enjoyable indeed. Except for the part where he throws the jar on people. You rather shoot rockets at them than to that.

If he had to call in sick or didn’t want to do anything, you took Sniper’s place. Like Scout, he’d watch you from the home cameras, rooting all the way. Sometimes, he sneaks out into your sniper’s nest you set up, alongside the sentry and teleporter. He sits and watches you. As Scout, you’d drag Sniper around against his wishes, but he didn’t mind. If he really was sick, you were careful and kept near him as Medic. You let him rest and switch into a stronger class if an enemy approached you. Sniper would just eat chips as he watched you burn/blow up/shoot/hit/needlegun the enemy.

The rifle-rifle (which was a rifle attached to another one) was the greatest (yet seemingly idiotic thing) you and Sniper could come up with. It was that, or a kukri attached to a rifle (or a jar). The rifle-rifle actually caused some damage, but it didn’t last long. You may have been an engineer (most of the time), but that didn’t mean you were really good at inventing. Some stuff blew up. On accident, you like leaving sticky bombs around. So to actually help you out, Sniper takes you out on camping trips to a safe, undisclosed location. But, instead of actually working, you guys spend the mornings fishing or hunting and the evenings stargazing.

Spy:

To be honest, this man is not easily impressed. Of course, you weren’t trying to impress Spy or prove anything. You loved your job as the Jack of Traits. It was Spy who was trying to impress you. He felt there was something to prove because honestly, you were way better than him. The enemy would never ever suspect you were holding a minigun behind them while you were disguised. You were too quick to catch and your sentry was alway hidden in sight. He was jealous and maybe completely awed. He tried to stay jealous. He’d follow you around, trying to get you to mess up. The man could not bring himself to ruin you, so he left you alone for a while.

You were concerned when Spy was missing for weeks. You had to take his place like always. But this time, something was different. It was your job to revive him when you found him drunk and passed out in the corner of his room. He was in terrible shape, smelling like a homeless man and covered in grime. A good wash (and a week in bed, getting fed like a baby) and he was back to normal. Of course, he was dramatic, latching onto your back, whining about how terrible he was. It was annoying, but at least he didn’t get in the way. The only thing he hated was when you rocket/sticky bomb jumped. It wrinkled his suit.

You were a hard worker, everyone knew that. You had to keep your tools and weapons in perfect condition. It took a lot of hard work. Spy was good at talking. His voice was very comforting. He rambled about his day or the little things that annoyed him while you worked. Sometimes, he did help out, but stopped when he got oil or grease over his clothes. If you ever passed out in the middle of work, Spy, without anyone watching, would carry you into your room. You always woke up tucked in with such loving care. Spy didn’t want to admit it at this point, but the Jack of Traits was his new favorite person.

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doopy-n-loopy · 3 years ago

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How would yandere mercs react to us trying to escape late at night?

Well not well that's for sure!

Yan!Mercenaries (TF2) × Reader hcs/ imagines

// Yandere themes, violence, fear play, yandere shit

Defense

Demo

You got out of Demo's bed, you had given him more alcohol than usual to keep him asleep. You looked over the heavily snoring figure beside you. The scot had his mouth wide open and a bottle of beer cluched in his palm. You leaned in and blew on his eye to make sure he was asleep, and there was no physical response from him. You then quickly slipped on your clothes and pulled out the small bag you've been hiding behind the nightstand, it was filled with money and other essentials like pepper spray, sunglasses, and a cloak.

You walked out of the room, taking one last look at the scot before tiptoing out of the house, avoiding scattered empty alcohol containers on the ground.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard a voice from behind you

"y/n? What are ye doing?"

He was drunk of course, but when wasn't he? It was like he was sober in his own way. Sober enough to recognize that guilty look on your face. His expression twisted into an angry snarl and he grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you down the stairs into the basement

"you'll stay here till you know how to listen"

He said trying to conceal his anger, but failing to do so

He could also just have a breakdown depending on the type of night it was and guilt you into staying

He will be a lot more strict on you

Heavy

You were looking to escape in the night but heavy lives in an eternal blizzard basically so... That's not a great idea

But lets say you've been preparing for awhile and got everything set up, a snow mobile, warm clothes, and a torch

But the moment you get to the shed, you find that your snow mobile is broken

Heavy then appears out of a corner of darkness with an upset expression

It's silent for a moment, until he speaks

"After all Heavy has done for you? Why?"

You felt guilt building up into your throat as you tried to search for an excuse. Unable to find one. He isn't a very restricting yandere, in fact, he's much tamer than most, he's given you basically all he has and to do this is like a slap in the face.

"Heavy will forgive you, if you just come back" he said while smiling

You were then gently pushed back out into the cold in the direction of his house, where you'd be staying once more

If he was in a bad mood, he'd be a little more rough

He also will place more restrictions on you but it's not like you'd notice considering it's not much

Engineer

You were about to leave in your car at night, when you tried turning it on, it wouldn't start. Engie then walks in front of your car and waves at you for you to come out, which after hesitating, you comply.

He walks over to you and hugs you, which confuses you. He tells you it's alright and that you don't have to go

"I'm sorry but, I want to leave" you stutter out

He panics internally and grips your shoulder, looking you in your eye

"do you know what could happen to you out there? Rapists! Murderers! The world ain't sugar n' honey, darlin"

"but-" you respond, suddenly cut off by him

"but you're safe here with me. I'll always protect you"

He hugs you once again, sucked into that warm embrace, you calm down and walk back with him

You were restricted from certain things from then on

Offense

Scout

You got into a fight with him earlier and in the middle of the night, you decided it was time to leave.

You packed a bag of clothes, some water, money, and other essentials

As you got your keys, you were met with a sleepy eyed scout who had bedhead

"Y/N....? The hell are ya doin?"

It takes a second for scout to process what's going on. You're grabbing your keys, you're fully dressed, and you had a suitcase with you

"Jeremy. I'm leaving*

You said sternly. You could see in his eyes that his heart shattered into a million pieces

"Wai- what no! No no no no! Please y/n you gotta stay please!"

He begged, grabbing onto your coat as you began to walk out. Tears formed on his face but you ignored it

"I can't put up with this anymore"

You said, voice cracking from the pain in your heart. Scout was sobbing now, he kneeled in front of you to stop you

"I'm so sorry I'm so sorry! I'll change I swear I'll become better! You want to go to eat out more? I got the money! I'll treat you nicely!"

You didn't believe a word he said, but with the way he was talking, it had to be true.

"Please I love you so much and it would kill me to lose you... Literally... You're my world to me, baby"

You bit your quivering lip as you looked down at him like he was a sad puppy. You sniffled and dropped your bags, huffing in defeat

".. I'm sorry. I'm just tired"

Scout was overjoyed to hear this. That night he clung to you

Scout didn't really become more strict, but he did become more loving to avoid that again.

Pyro

This one is scary, scarier than support classes even

You were almost out the door when they spotted you. They gave you an inquisitive look. You both shared a minute of uncomfortable silence before you bolted out the door. Pyro was unprepared for this, giving you some time to create distance between you two.

But Pyro was quick to get ready and they were out the door in no time with their flamethrower, ready to burn down acres of forests in order to catch you

You could hear pyro approaching, knowing that once you reach your car at the end of the base, you'll be safe and free.

While you were running, it seemed like their footsteps had been fading ever since they've gotten louder. Until you couldn't hear it anymore. You didn't pay any mind to this since your objective was just getting ti your car

When you arrived at the boarders of their territory when you stopped in your tracks

Pyro was leaning over their axe by the car, looking smug as ever. You looked towards your car and gasped.

Pyro had shredded the tires and broke open every window so you couldn't escape. You stood there as pyro approached you and swept you up in their arms, snuggling their mask into your neck the entire way home while you couldn't help but softly sob

Soldier

Soldier would lose his shit

He's already super strict, forces you to get up at 5 am every morning and run laps like you're in the military, makes you eat either MRE packets or home cooked food and you better hope it's an MRE pack because he cannot cook

So when he sees you at your car late at night, he screams at the top of his lungs enough to scare you into shock

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAGGOT? GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

I could see this going one of two ways, either complying or he has to chase you down (which he will)

If he has to chase you down, he won't be happy about it, and become even more strict than before (which I don't think is possible but it's soldier)

Support

Sniper

You... What?

How did you even get the idea that you could escape?

You live in his fucking van, you won't have a car other than his van

But lets say you saw the chance for escape, and tried to take it. You either got shut down the moment you got out of bed or you were lucky enough to get far away from the van

"get your bloody ass back to bed" is something he'd say if he shut you down the moment you stood up

But this man is a sniper, he can scope you out easily, and he won't hesitate to use a tranq on you

After that, you're back in the chains

Spy

Scary

Did you really think you could?

He knew you were gonna escape before you even escaped

He'd make very subtle remarks about it and remind you of what he could do

"Do you remember about the undercover mission in Spain back when I was working for the government that I told you about? When I was able to find the traitor using three clues. Even after all his records were erased"

Subtle shit like that to remind you who's in control

But lets say you didn't take the hint, and you decided to try and escape anyways

He'd catch you in the living room trying to escape, and send you back to bed

Or, you'd get lucky and be able to run away, meaning he'd be on a job

Trust me, he will find you within 48 hours, 24 if you aren't moving that much

He's very manipulative so he'd try to make you feel bad about it.

Much more strict afterwards

Medic

I have a feeling he'd already knowz but not to the extent that spy does

He notices your behavior, and how you're starting to become a bit more.. energetic?

Anyways, like spy, he'll warn you subtly

"You seem to always find yourself injured in any way. And like they say, a medic can track an injured person like a gps system, ja?"

If you decide to escape, he'll have some fun with you definitely. He'll late you run far enough to think that you're finally free, before he catches you and brings you back. He's sadistic.

He'll laugh at your face and degrade and humiliate you, making you regret ever trying

After that, he's much more strict, and demanding from you

Bonus cause I wanted to: Pauling

Pauling like spy, can track people very easily

I wouldn't even be surprised if she convinced medic to help put a tracker in you

Well, she'd be at work checking your location every hour. And the moment she finds out that you're not in the house but at a motel, she's pissed.

She has to quickly finish up work before taking her time to go catch you, and trust me, if Pauling takes time off work for something it's important

Once she finds you, she tells you to come out, trying to keep it civil. When you don't, she ends up busting through the door and taking you herself.

On the way home, she complains about how you worried her and made her miss some work like a parent going to pick up their sick kid from school

She eventually cools off after she gets you home, but she is definitely more strict

Gify was acting up so I couldn't download any more gifs 😭

Anyways feel free to request again!

#yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 × reader #doopyloopyyandere #doopyloopy's asks #doopyloopy's headcannons

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meltingangels · 4 years ago

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As it’s been up on AO3 for a while now, I am making my first Cyberpunk fic available to read on tumblr!

Fic Title:

It's Not a Shrine

Fic Summary:

"What the fuck, V?" (I made a post on tumblr about how funny it would be if V was some kind of Samurai/Silverhand superfan. And how Johnny would react if he walked in and saw all these posters and shit on the wall. And I needed some serotonin, so here we are)

So I made this random post on tumblr and someone said they’d like to see it ‘made canon’ so here I am with this. Whether it progresses or stays as a oneshot depends on the reception.

Basically, I thought of what would happen if V was into older/indie rock music, and a big fan of Samurai- Johnny Silverhand’s group. And how he would react (if he didn’t show up in V’s apartment like he does that first time) if he walked in and there was this huge-ass poster of him on the wall.

Just have at it, lads. This starts off kinda serious, to set the scene. Also because I feel starting off serious makes the end part all the funnier.

Also because I don’t know how to do a short oneshot.

V figured that whatever was on that fucking relic had to be a pretty big deal, if Dexter Deshawn and Evelyn were willing to up against Arasaka to get it. Sure, it would have been nice to know exactly what that was, but given how much time and planning had gone into every other aspect of this insane heist, they’d just shoved any thoughts about the relic itself to the back of their mind.

They just had to focus on somehow pulling this off, which...even with all the planning...was going to be a fucking miracle. Any aspect of the plan could end up getting fucked up, or someone could end up fucking them over, but the fact that a successful heist would propel them into the fucking stratosphere of Night City’s underworld- with a paycheck to match- was just...well.

Too much to resist. Who wouldn’t want to take up that sort of opportunity? They’d be insane not to try. Anyone who was worth anything in the sprawling underground network of the city’s gangs would know who they fucking were.

It’d come with it’s drawbacks of course, but once people know they’d gone up against fucking Arasaka and stolen a relic from right under Yorinobu’s hands?

Most wouldn’t even dare to touch them.

Yeah, the idea of ‘making it to the big leagues’ as Jackie had said it, was too much for either him or V to resist. Sure, they’d talked about it a hell of a lot, going over the risks and all. Which outweighed all their past jobs put together. What they’d done so far was small-time stuff. Just general merc business, nothing to be overly proud of. Certainly nothing to attract any big names. Truth be told, V still wasn’t sure how Jackie had managed to get them the gig in the first place.

But they hadn’t questioned it. Just like they’d stopped questioning the heist when presented with Dexter’s plan and the hefty reward they’d negotiated. Which, again, was more than most of their past jobs put together. Given how much money and time was going into the heist, despite the fact it would take a miracle to pull off without a hitch, it seemed almost foolproof.

But it had gone wrong in every possible way. Despite claiming the plan was pretty much bulletproof, and he had some of the most reliable sources for all his information, Dexter had still somehow missed the fact that the fucking Emperor had come to talk to his son. A huge factor that had turned everything upside down. Not only had they been made unwilling witnesses to the heir of Arasaka murdering his own fucking father, the entire hotel going up on alert had sent literal shockwaves through their oh-so-foolproof plan.

V and Jackie couldn’t get back out through the elevator and ended up shimmying along the literal edge of the balcony, with a fucking glass roof on one side, and a sheer drop on the other. And because everything had gotten completely screwed, they’d had to take the glass roof option. The rush of adrenaline and fear coming from sliding down the tilted roof, with dozens of bullets raining down way too close to their backs, was nothing compared to having pain ripple through them as every last breath was knocked out of them.

Then there had been the sense of terror, sending chills down V’s spine, when they turned to Jackie and saw the blood seeping through his white-collar shirt. The knowledge that they somehow had even less time than they thought. That was...honestly...V didn’t think anything could have been worse than that. Looking up from the scarlet red, to the sudden paleness of Jackie’s face. A face that looked more in shock than anything else, eyes hinting at the fear he quickly tried to hide behind his usual jokes and bravado.

V had barely taken her eyes off of him the entire time, terrified that every time they looked over, he’d be dead on the floor. But, somehow, against the odds of that stomach-turning injury- and the countless waves of Arasaka guards armed to the teeth, they’d made it. Made it out, the chip safe and secure in Jackie’s head, to the relative security of the Delamain vehicle. Where V had almost let out a laugh at the fact they’d made it.

Only for Jackie to bleed to death in the back seat, while she was powerless to stop it. The feeling of his blood seeping out over her fingers, bunching her jacket up against the wound, had somehow been fucking nothing compared to how he’d reached out to touch her face and smile. That same crooked, warm smile, eyes shining like this wasn’t the last time they’d be doing so. Or how her heart had finally shattered into a million pieces when that hand fell down, and his body went slack. Honestly, no amount of alcohol or drugs that Night City could offer would ever get that out of her memory.

V knew it would haunt her nightmares for years, if those ever stopped. Then there was those first moments without Jackie, with her stumbling out of the car covered in her best friend’s blood. With the scarlet fucking covering her up to the elbows, staining her own white shirt the same way it had ruined Jackie’s.

She could remember stumbling into the motel, and before she had it in her to find her way to Dexter’s saferoom, there had been a thought just as terrifying as the idea of Jackie’s body being back in the car waiting for her.

The thought of having to take Delamain round to Mama Welles’ place and show her that her son was gone.

And as if that wasn’t enough of a clusterfuck for her mind to deal with, she’d then been left reeling with the bitter sting of betrayal. Panicking in a way that showed the exact opposite of the slick, cool gangster he always portrayed, Dexter had shot her in the fucking head. After his goon had beat her to a fucking pulp. Which, of course, V assumed would be the end. A world class beating and a bullet to the brain did tend to bring an end to someone’s life. Well, the bullet would do that by itself. All the implants in the world couldn’t save you if your mind was completely fucked.

But somehow she’d fucking made it through that. Left in a pained daze as confusion overrode any sense of fear or anger. Jackie had died. Why hadn’t she? There was a bullet in her head, so why the hell wasn’t she wherever you went when you died. If there was ever any such place, that is. Why had she somehow survived, not only through said beating + bullet, but through the insane fucking car chase after?

That had ended in a crash that almost took out the guy who pulled her through all that.

As if all of those events weren’t consecutive, metaphorical and literal hits to the heart, there was then the mind-fucking revelation that followed. That the relic wasn’t just any piece of fancy tech. No. Well, sure, it was a fancy piece of tech. But it was also so much more. As were the memories V had previously believed were some kind of hallucination. This piece of tech, buried in their own fucking head, was a digital construct. Something that was almost like a human soul . Which was mind blowing as it was.

But then there had been the moment V realised the truth of what Viktor was saying to them.

They had Night City legend Johnny Silverhand in their head. His construct had been what Dexter and Evelyn had risked everything for. What Jackie had given his life for.

Yeah, the guy was no doubt a terrorist. But there had been some kind of method to the guy’s madness. And even with that, they couldn’t work out how to feel. Yeah, the idea of being wiped clean was fucking terrifying, but the fact that neither of them would be able to do anything about it? That changed things. V thought the tech was conscious in its decision to take over her body. But it was just that. A piece of tech, going on what it had been programmed to do.

Of course, they were still terrified. They’d beaten death once, only to have it looming at their back again. But there was some sliver of hope. The guy who saved them, Goro Takemura, had ultimately saved V because they were the only other living witness to the Emperor’s murder, but their first meeting had given V that hope. He’d given them some leads to follow, promising more information if V helped out on his end.

And that had been just enough to keep V going. Whilst they’d yet to see any sort of physical manifestation of Silverhand’s construct, what they were dealing with outside of that was still more than any sane person would want to deal with. They’d found out, in the absence of her return, Delamain had returned Jackie’s body to his family.

Meaning some strange, shot up car had arrived on Mama Welles’ doorstep, carrying her son’s broken and bloody body.

Facing the woman after that had been almost as terrifying as staring their oncoming death in the face. But she’d shown V compassion they still didn’t believe they’d deserved, including them in every part of Jackie’s memorial celebration, letting them contribute to the ofrenda and speak of just some of the many fond memories V had of her son. Who had been taken from the world far too fucking early, right when they’d really started their climb to the top.

Then there had been the sucker-punch of emotions that resulted when the woman gifted Jackie’s motorcycle to her. The piece of hardware he’d saved up for months to get, buffing it up and tweaking it every chance he’d got. The one vehicle he never, ever, let V drive.

God, that...that had been something else. Picking up the keys, turning them in the ignition, and being sent to their knees by the rush of memories that resulted. Memories that turned into an agonising blur, sending spikes of pain into their head, leaving V unable to move from where they’d knelt against the unforgiving ground.

That, of all places, had been the first time Johnny Silverhand had showed up. In the flesh, so to speak- standing before V almost as clear as a real fucking person. It was also the time they learned that a hell of alot of the stories about the guy were true. If she had his memories, he had hers, so he’d no doubt have known the sequence of events that brought him here.

But he’d still gone into some kind of rage, taking control of V’s body for a few terrifying moments, scattering some of the clutter that Jackie had clustered in every corner of his garage. Slamming her head against the fucking wall . The guy had been fucking terrifying, all but holding V by the throat, going off on some tangent about how he now had a chance to end the shit he’d started with Arasaka half a decade ago, with that fucking bomb that wiped out damn near all the tower- the blast of orange light shattering every single window in a several mile radius.

A blast that had been powerful enough to shake the foundations of the buildings around the tower, in a way that signalled the start of something. Or what Johnny wanted to start back then, at least.

V shouldn’t have expected much more from someone who was a known anarchist, but they did. Because in a way they’d been dodging talking about, they knew a hell of a lot more about Silverhand than they were letting on. How he’d not seen certain memories, V wasn’t sure. But they were grateful to that twist of fate. Because yeah, they knew way more than they should. That was an understatement. When they’d been tossed from foster home to foster home after their parents died in an armed robbery, one of the few things V had been able to do to escape it all had been through getting into music.

One of the handful of friends she had at her last home, before turning 16, had saved up from this little waitressing job they had at some tiny diner- all so they could gift V with a retro music player she’d been coveting. It was second hand, perhaps a few times over, bought from some old rocker- but it was one of the best gifts they’d received.

At first, they’d thought about using the tech skills they’d learned in their research outside of school to wipe the device clean. But something had stuck out. The device showed up the album covers on the screen, but would also play a holographic image of the main performers via a tiny projector in the device itself. And, bored of waiting for other music to download through the home’s crowded, outdated internet, they settled in to scroll through what the old rocker had left on there. One particular album had stood out to them amidst the black and silver of metal and old rock.

It was a dark cover, upon which was set a distinct logo. A black and red Samurai-type mask, eyes seeming to be set ablaze even as a still image. When they’d selected it, they saw the projection. Admittedly, it was a bit fucked up- blurry and glitchy in places. Not in as high quality as the rest; clearly recorded by a fan in the audience.

Patched together. But patched together in a way only a devoted fan could.

That, and the bright-ass logo, convinced V to listen.

And that had been it, pretty much. They’d gone through the entire album in one sitting, and that was all they listened to for three days straight. At first, it was just the general tune and the lead singer’s voice that drew her in. But then she started really listening to the lyrics, and that’s what truly started her down that twisted rabbit hole. She started digging into who Samurai were, and, more specifically, who their lead was. They were a proper, kind of old school rock band, who had a pretty decent and dedicated following.

But they never went mainstream. Which, given their lyrics and what happened with Silverhand, made sense. When V first read about how Johnny Silverhand started a one-man war against Arasaka, the figurehead of the monopolising corporations that had taken over the world, they were hooked pretty much instantly. They saw and heard way too many stories growing up on the streets, of shops being taken over and homes being demolished for shiny skyscrapers and luxury hotels.

Of how the streets became laden with neon logos and signs blaring into your vision as far as your orbital implants could see. How they held a terrifying amount of control over the NCPD and major leadership positions. That the city was basically a monopoly board for the ultra rich to play in. To fuck with in whatever way they saw fit.

So yeah, like any sane person (or angsty teen) would do, V found themselves in Samurai’s music. And as the years went by, and they learned more about Silverhand and how he’d somehow managed to bring down Arasaka’s own fucking tower in Night City- at the cost of his own life now less- for the chance at bringing down the megacorporations ruining people’s lives, they found it being a part of themselves. Especially as they got into the mercenary gig at 18 and started working their way up, seeing the deepest and darkest parts of Night City’s underworld.

Ok, it was kind of an obsession.

But it wasn’t only an ideal that V could get behind, it was also an escape from the chaos of her life.

Fucking hell, she even spent a huge chunk of her first well-paying job on tracking down and obtaining one of Silverhand’s original guitars. Sure, him and Samurai weren’t the only band with posters and memorabilia decorating her apartment walls (which she carefully took down and carried with her as she moved from place to place), but they were definitely the majority of it. There was even an original poster, taken and edited by a photographer who got into one of Samurai’s last concerts.

A photo of Silverhand all but screaming into the mic, one hand on said microphone, and the other on a gun that gleamed as silver as his cybernetic arm. The crowd reaching out to him amidst a haze of blazing lights and dense smoke.

Which, after all that and a string of events that were like something out of an old Hollywood action movie, left V where she was now. After spending 3 days hopping around Night City, taking on job after job, and switching between motels, they’d finally gotten the courage to go back to their apartment. Because yeah, they were definitely still scared shitless about the idea of their brain essentially being wiped clean. But the immediate issue was that, in the few days she’d had with him cropping up everywhere, she’d gotten to know Silverhand a bit.

The guy still scared her half the time; not that she’d admit that to his fucking smug (and annoyingly good-looking) face, but the other half of the time? He was pretty interesting. Definitely still holding on to a metric tonne of anger towards Arasaka, and more blunt and abrasive than any person she’d ever met, but interesting. Beneath the layers of anger and resentment, as well as more cockiness than one person should ever fucking possess, there was hints at the shit beneath all that.

Of who Johnny was, beyond the legend attached to his name.

So yeah, that left them stuck outside the door of V’s apartment, Johnny crossing his arms as he leant back against the wall with a huff- the former being more than a little afraid to open the door. They’d lucked out with the memories of hers that he’d seen so far, but that was going to run out sooner or later. Especially with the both of them being on borrowed time. So it was better to get this shit out of the way sooner, rather than later.

Didn’t make the prospect any more appealing, of course. She knew how Johnny felt about the so-called fanatics and groupies. Good for a one night stand, but nothing else. 'Just following the slightest sense of fame' as he put it. So V could only imagine how he’d react to not only seeing a room half full of Samurai memorabilia, but also the knowledge he was stuck in the body of the owner of said memorabilia.

One of the ‘wild fans’ he’d said he despised. Sure, V wasn’t exactly ashamed of liking Silverhand’s music (or him, because fuck) but having your teenage hero seeing a room full of his band’s shit was on another level.

And she couldn’t even duck away afterwards. They were literally stuck together for the foreseeable future.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck fuckfuckfuck.

“Any reason you’re stood there with your eyes wide as hell, like your fucking brain already got wiped?” Johnny spoke up, abruptly bringing her back to the present.

“No. No reason.” V shrugged, hoping to appear nonchalant whilst internally screeching.

“Something in there you don’t want me to see?” Johnny showed up in the corner of her vision, leaning against the wall. “Can’t be any worse than the shit out here.”

“You that interested in seeing my apartment?”

“With the alternative being stuck in your head staring at a fucking door, yeah. I am.”

Okay, he was definitely getting more and more pissed off as the seconds ticked by. To be fair, she had been staring at the door trying to gather the courage to open said door...for about...five minutes. Truth be told, she was surprised Silverhand lasted that long. Guy wasn’t exactly one for being patient.

Which was the understatement of the fucking century. But the idea of him fucking her up for making him wait was somehow, somehow, worse than the idea of who was basically her (he was an anarchist asshole, but damn if the guy didn’t make a good point sometimes) idol growing up, seeing her apartment plastered in his band’s memorabilia. There was already an onset of cringe overtaking V’s system, grimacing as she anticipated the barrage of fucked up questions that would be coming her way- but somehow she finally got in in her to swipe the key across her door.

At least she hadn’t left it in a fucking mess like she normally did.

That would be something.

When Johnny casually walked through her to examine the apartment, V stepped in after him, the door sliding shut agonisingly loud behind her. Those first few seconds were some of the longest of her life, and given all the shit that had happened recently, especially what got her to this bizarre fucking moment in the first place- that was saying something. Saying something. Which was, V realised, something that Silverhand wasn’t doing.

In the few days they’d spent together, he rarely shut up. So this was about as miraculous as her rising from the fucking dead. Of course, the silence had it’s drawbacks- V could practically feel the tension rising...as Johnny scanned the room. As he no doubt saw the countless Samurai poster variations amidst the swathes of rock memorabilia. And, of course, landed on the huge fucking poster of him on the opposite wall.

Which went literally floor to ceiling, beaming out amidst the cluttered apartment like the fucking neon lights of the city outside.

Something that made the silence all the more-

“Hey, V?” Johnny spoke up abruptly.

“...yeah?” V braced herself.

“What the fuck?”

V opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a nervous laugh. Sure, she was mildly terrified, but the way he just said it so deadpan and blunt as he slowly turned halfway- eyebrows raised so fucking high you could see it above those trademark sunglasses...it was honestly one of the funniest things she’d ever seen and heard.

It somehow sounded simultaneously unlike him, without any of the usual spite or anger, but so much like what she’d expected all the same. He sounded a mixture of disappointed, and outright freaked the fuck out. Which was...understandable. The guy had been brought back from the dead, stuck in some random ass stranger's body, only to walk into their apartment to see half of the wall was like some fucked up poster shrine to him and his band.

Yeah. V could understand his reaction. Didn’t make it any less hilarious. (Or make her any less scared of the inevitable fallout, but hey)

“You gone deaf or something? Relic malfunction?” Johnny tried getting her attention. “I said...what the fuck, V?”

“I...uh...can...explain?” V spoke hesitantly, hands raised in mock (no, totally real) surrender.

“Uh huh. Really?” Johnny didn’t look or sound convinced, arms crossing in front of his chest as he turned to fully face her. “Going to make this worse and tell me what I think is going on?”

“What...do you think...is going on?”

“This shit isn’t in bad condition, but I can tell its old as fuck.” Johnny gestured to the wallpaper-like swathe of posters. “And not because its Samurai shit either.”

“So…” V wrung her wrists together nervously.

“You’ve probably had it since you were like, what? A fucked up hormonal teenager?”

“I…”

“Great.”

“Look, this-”

“Is somehow worse than waking up in your body?”

“Hey!”

“How would you feel if you rose from the fucking dead and found a shrine to yourself?”

“It is not a shrine- ”

“Sure looks like it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself-”

“Says the asshole with a huge fucking poster of me on their living room wall.”

“How am I an asshole?”

“Because this shit is weird, V!”

“Liking a band is a bad thing?”

“No. Having a fucking shrine is-”

“IT’S.NOT.A.SHRINE!”

Yeah, V was definitely considering that she was going crazy. Here she was, after almost pulling off the most insane heist Night City in years, the death of her best friend- and rising from the dead...arguing with the digital construct of the guy she’d looked up to for half her fucking life. Over whether her (admittedly kind of oversized) poster of said idol made up the centerpiece of some kind of shrine. If you’d told her this was what her life would amount to, trying to defend her teenage-borne obsession with an indie rock band to their resurrected anarchist/terrorist lead singer, she wouldn’t have believed you.

Not even after overdosing on every fucking drug Night City had to offer.

God, worse than the insanity was how fucking embarassed she felt. Because even she was starting to realise how weird it would be for Silverhand to wake up in someone’s head, only to walk into their apartment and see said person was pretty much obsessed with him. Because yeah, she had to admit to herself it was an obsession.

How could you blame her? The guy’s music was pretty fucking awesome, he had somewhat understandable views on corporate overlords... and he was probably one of the most attractive guys to ever walk the streets of Night City.

But he hadn’t seen every poster yet. He’d turned back round, talking about something V couldn’t hear over the rising mix of terror and cringe running through her veins, fixated on that huge-ass poster of him on the wall opposite them. And he’d yet to almost crack his voice with another what the fuck , meaning yeah. He hadn’t seen every poster.

Namely, the one she’d stuck on the square wall behind her bed. Which was worse than the gigantic one taking up a quarter of one of her living room walls. It was some reporter’s photo from a backstage venture at one of Samurai’s concerts. (Taking up that whole section of wall) Silverhand was sitting on top of an unused amplifier, looking at someone outside of the camera’s point of view. Signature vest top nowhere to be seen, leaving him shirtless. In those stupid tight leather pants and boots combo. With his trademark sunglasses on. Smoking a cigarette, smirking, skin shining-

Possibly the thirstiest fucking image that photographer could have taken.

“V?” Johnny snapped her out of it.

"What?" V bit back.

Shit, she’d gotten distracted by the somewhat spicy photo. (Another thing she’d take to her fucking grave) She had to move while his attention was still on the other poster. Because if she could just cross the few feet over to her bed, unnoticed, she could carefully pull the poster down and stash it under the bed. She could say some shit about how yeah, it was pretty fucking weird, and take down the other one after.

Yeah, if V could just make it across the floor, she’d get through this with at least a shred of her dignity intact.

However, Fate (the bitch) seemed to have even more fucked up plans for her.

Because today, of all days, in this one shitty moment…

Her foot landed on the creakiest fucking patch of flooring in the entire goddamn apartment.

Johnny instantly turned to face her, downed eyebrows raising once more when he took in her almost cartoon-like sneaking stance. Even though she knew she looked fucking ridiculous, V couldn’t quite bring herself to move. She was literally frozen in fear, knowing that any second now...

“The hell are you-” Johnny started, before turning his head.

As he started to follow her line of sight, V relaxed her cartoon pose and started slyly backing away, (Like that would help her. The guy was literally stuck in her head) following his gaze. When his eyes finally crossed over to her bed, V felt herself get struck with the hugest fucking sucker-punch of cringe she’d felt since she was the angsty teenager that had inadvertently gotten her into this mess.

But then Johnny finally fixed his eyes upon the shirtless photo of him, stuck up next to her bed of all places.

“Oh for fuck’s sake-”

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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The Hoodie Problem

A wardrobe mistake costs you and Henry the privacy of your relationship.

“No,” you groaned as your heard the dreaded chiming of the Alexa alarm. “No, no, no, turn it off!”

“You have to say its name, dearie,” a tired Henry grumbled in response. You could feel him pull you tighter, deeper into his warm arms. “Alexa, stop the alarm.” The alarm stopped right after.

“It’s currently 6:20 AM. The weather in London, England, is currently 6 degrees Celsius and will be sunny for the rest of the day. There are no unread emails for your .edu or gmail.com account. One package, containing 3 makeup brushes and dog treats will be arriving to 102…’

“Will she shut up?” You groaned in response, turning back into Henry’s warm body. The room was freezing cold, and the dog had already gotten off the bed.

“I don’t think she’s done yet.” In a single second, the opening riff of Back in Black started playing. “Alright, love, you actually need to go.”

“No,” you grumbled. “Fuck class, I don’t wanna go to class. I hate it anyway, and I don’t wanna sit there and listen to my history professor talk about an asshole and defend his work when it’s already shit anyway.” Henry chuckled, sending another wave of heat through your body, making you want to stay even more.

“You won’t get to argue your vulgar point if you’re late.” You sighed and started to sit up, yelling at Alexa to stop playing music. “Go, darling, otherwise I won’t get out of bed either.”

“You’re such an asshole in the morning,” you responded, wrestling yourself onto the floor. A gigantic ball of fluff followed you, expecting his breakfast. “Can I borrow a hoodie? Left mine in the laundry.”

“Which you only did so you can borrow one of mine. They should all be clean, just find one that can cover the bruises on your neck.” You sighed, spying a hoodie from a charity Rugby match Henry had done the month before, and after slapping deodorant onto your under-arms you pulled it on over her sports bra. You hoped it would be enough. Quite honestly, you didn’t care who saw the hickies on your neck. Anyone who was going to see was an adult who should act like an adult about it. Your hair would have to do since it wasn’t too greasy, and after deciding just to leave it down, you finished up in Henry’s adjoining bathroom and walked back to the bedroom.

“Covered?” You asked.

“Yep. Leave me your keys, take the Merc, and I’ll pick it up from the shop after my workout, I want them to check the paint on the hood, too.” He looked you up and down, sitting up in bed as you walked over to give him a kiss.

“Thanks, babe.”

“You look beautiful,” he responded with a smile.

“I do not.”

“You do!” Without bothering to look at the back of the sweatshirt, Henry got out of bed and went into the bathroom. You yawned as the massive dog zoomed down the stairs, waiting for breakfast. Kal sniffed around as you set foot on the stair landing, probably wondering why your vanilla perfume was mixed with the scent of Henry’s strong aftershave. Truth be told, you were glad. It was a comforting smell.

“Be a good boy, Kal, Papa’s gonna feed you in a minute.” The dog panted in excitement and went to go stand by his water bowl, where he would inevitably drool for the rest of the time until Henry came to feed him. You placed your things from the dining room table, your makeshift desk, into your backpack, refilled your water bottle, and took a few seconds to exchange your keys with Henry’s keys. With another glance around the house, making sure you didn’t leave any chargers behind, you walked out the front door and began to adjust Henry’s car to fit your height. You felt like something was off, but you couldn’t describe it. Instead you went to go get your coffee and find a place to park before your frightfully early class.

“You look knackered,” a voice said behind you as you finally climbed out of the car an hour and a half later. It wasn’t the first time you’d borrowed one of Henry’s cars, but at least it was the humblest of the three he had. The McLaren wasn’t something he even trusted himself to drive sometimes, he’d finally gotten rid of the Clio collecting dust at his parents’ house, and the Aston was his precious baby you didn’t dare go near. But you were endlessly grateful he let you borrow the Merc. You just wished it wasn’t so flashy. It was ten times flashier than the seven-year-old Hyundai you’d inherited from your mother. Especially in the parking spot right in front of the building ten minutes before class where people could see you getting out of it. The voice who’d spoken was Anna, your best friend, and supposed roommate if you ever came home.

“Trust me when I say that man needs a new coffee machine, because I’m sick of having to leave the house at seven in the morning to go buy some,” you groaned in response, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. It was heavy as hell, but you were carrying most of your things in it because you didn’t have time to go back to your barely lived-in dorm room. Your other hand held your gigantic coffee, the biggest one you could buy because apparently British people preferred caffeine-free tea in the morning. People called you absolutely crazy for getting cold drinks when it was cold outside, too, but you didn’t care.

“You realize your neck is completely purple, right? I doubt an espresso machine is the reason you’re so tied.” You scoffed at Anna’s statement. In reality it hadn’t been crazy sex keeping you up for the past few nights – you’d been working so late that Henry came up to you the night before and wouldn’t stop biting at your neck until you agreed to come to bed, hoping it would embarrass you into having better sleeping habits. But sex was a much better story.

“Is it really bad?” You asked.

“No. Not from the front.” Anna started walking backwards up the building’s staircase, opening the door for the two of you. Your classroom was the first one on the left, a massive auditorium, because everyone had to take the History of Wagnerian Opera class for some stupid reason. You took your normal places in the bright room, taking your laptops out onto the desks. You fully expected to have to plug it in, but Henry, the ever helpful boyfriend, had plugged it in when he found it half dead the night before.

“Had a rough night, did you, Yankee?” Another voice asked behind you. It was Isaac, another student you’d been friends with from the moment you stepped on campus.

“What on Earth gave you that idea?” You asked as you took a sip of coffee. Isaac leaned closer, looking down at the back of the sweatshirt you were wearing. The hood barely covered the top of the lettering on your back. It read Cavill in white letters, and underneath it was the number 01. It was obviously customized, and well-loved judging by the fading English rose that was the logo for Henry’s favorite team. It was about three sizes too large, too, adding to the evidence that the hoodie didn’t belong to you. Isaac and Anna knew you were dating Henry, but most people had no idea. It wasn’t like you were hiding it, because you weren’t. Henry just wanted to protect you from the craziness that came with dating him, including paparazzi and prying eyes that would try to find their way into every little thing you did with or without him. You hadn’t signed an NDA or anything, but Henry was insistent on protecting you for as long as he could. You were fourteen years younger than him and he loved you dearly and nothing could change that.

“You do realize that the back of your hoodie says HIS name on it, don’t you?” Isaac said quietly, hoping no one else in the auditorium heard.

“What?” You asked in response. You could feel your face going red.

“It says Cavill 01.”

“Oh, shit.” You couldn’t take it off because the only thing you were wearing underneath it was a thin sports bra, and of course Henry’s car was so spotless on the inside that there was no chance of there being an extra shirt in there. Come to think of it, he’d been lounging around in the sweatshirt the night before. Shit, you thought. How could you miss it? How could you screw up that badly? What if this ruined everything?

“Oh shit is right,” Anna remarked.

“Does my hair cover it?” Isaac looked down at your hair. The lecture was about to start, but the thought of maybe losing Henry over a hoodie made you want to sit in the corner and cry.

“No. Neither does the hood.” You sank lower into the seat.

“Maybe people won’t care. Cavill’s a common last name here.”

“No, not really. And I think they will.” You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Just don’t mention it to anybody and wear your bag when you can. Problem solved.”

“I’ll get you something else later,” Anna cut in. In reality everyone already knew something was up. You had mentioned a few times, offhand, that you had almost moved into your boyfriend’s house and was commuting from Kensington. And you mentioned one day that he was an actor, much less that he was one of the most well-known actors in the entire world. Your phone had his name as Hank, and even though the connection wasn’t immediate, it was still enough to make someone think of the name Henry. Damn the British and their overly common name diminutives.

“I swear to God, I’ll strangle whoever even thinks about it,” you sighed in response, putting your head down until the professor started class. You didn’t need to take notes quite yet, and pulled up the messages between you and Henry. The last night it was just on my way, got the food! And you are an absolute angel. Drive safe. His name wasn’t completely revealed at the conversation.

We have a problem. Henry started typing immediately.

You didn’t crash the car, did you????

No, but that probably would’ve been better…

Please explain.

Promise you won’t get mad?

What’s wrong???

I picked up your hoodie from last night and it has your name on the back and it hides my neck but it has your name on it and there’s nothing under it so I can’t take it off and I’m freaking out because you don’t want people to know and I’m sorry, I just screwed up so bad. I’m such an idiot.

It’s okay. Calm down. You’re not an idiot. You’re an absolute moron and I love you anyway

I’m so sorry. I know you didn’t want anyone to know.

The only reason I didn’t want anyone to know is because I didn’t want anyone to make you upset because I’m stupidly in love with you and people will try to tell you otherwise. It’ll be okay. If they find out they find out. Don’t worry about it. Really.

I feel like an idiot now.

I’m sure you look better in it than I do anyway. Don’t worry about it, love. I’ll see you at home and we’ll figure it out.

Thank you.

I love you!!!!

Love you more dimples.

You smiled a little, sitting back into your chair and starting to type out notes about the dark undertones within Ride of the Valkyrie. For the rest of class, it was fine. But you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous for your next class. Isaac wasn’t there to back you up, and Anna sat on the other side of the room because you always distracted each other. You were on your own, taking in the scent of Henry’s aftershave that was left on the sweatshirt from the night before. It helped you calm down at least a little, even if the name on the back made you nervous. You sat lower in the chair than usual, but it didn’t stop at least one person knowing.

“You like Henry Cavill too?” Elizabeth, the most annoying person on Earth (and a completely mediocre pianist with no sense of emotion who only got in because her father works for the royal family), said as she strained to read the sweatshirt on the way to her seat.

“Yep.” You tried to play it off and wipe out the conversation before it even started. Never before had you wanted to listen to your old white professor rant about other old dead white guys. “He’s a good actor.”

“I’m, like, so in love with him,” Elizabeth responded. Henry rolled his eyes every single time you said a word about Elizabeth, but you’d never tell her that. “Like, he’s just so dreamy.”

“Oh, yeah,” you responded without even thinking. “He’s gorgeous.” You didn’t even realize what you said until Elizabeth’s eyes danced with a grin that matched her mouth.

“You know him?” She exclaimed.

“I mean, um, yeah, my internship…” you tried to cover, but it definitely didn’t work.

“Shut up, you know him? Or, oh my gosh, is he the guy you’re dating?” You could tell that all of the color drained from your face and the room suddenly felt hot. You weren’t going to lie about it, but she would also be one of the first few people to know. And it wouldn’t be long before she blabbed her mouth to her followers.

“I heard he likes younger girls anyway,” Ellen, the girl who sat behind Elizabeth, said. That was the cue for you to realize that everyone else was listening, too, and they couldn’t just mind their business. Your hands shifted uncomfortably inside the pocket of Henry’s sweatshirt. The room was definitely getting warmer.

“Yeah,” you responded quietly. “We’ve been dating a few months and didn’t want to tell anyone yet. But you figured it out, so congrats.” You swallowed a lump in your throat. On the one hand you were glad that it wasn’t going to be a secret anymore. You didn’t want to hide how much you loved the curly-haired idiot who was too large for his own good.

“Oh my GOD!” Elizabeth said excitedly. She was a little too loud with it. You just turned back around and pulled out your phone, hands shaking from the anxiety of what Henry had said. He said you were good enough, but what happened when the world was able to judge you?

Well, Elizabeth figured it out. Not long until she spills to her 22 followers. And then their 22 followers.

At least I can post that picture you took with me on the beach…

The ugly one where I almost drowned after? Nooooo please!!!

Oh that’s not what I was thinking about, but now that you mention it, my fingers might just slip…

This conversation is DONE, fat Cavill! I swear I’ll punch the dimples right out of you.

You underestimate me, little one.

Cavill, this class is an hour long and I swear if I get out and you did something I will make you sleep on your own couch for the next year.

Guess you’ll just have to fight me when you get home…

With that, the conversation was over. Most people in the room didn’t seem to notice or care, but Elizabeth and Ellie did. Your friends didn’t for the most part, but you would assume some would turn on you. And you could tell that they were going to do whatever they could to make sure everyone knew that they knew before anyone else. It was strange to think that Henry was being so cool with it, that he wanted there to be a before people knew and an after. You shut your mind off and did your best to focus, even though it wasn’t very well.

You got up at the end of class and packed your things, ready to brave the library until your next class, but you exited the room and there was someone standing at the entry hallway. Henry. And he was holding another coffee in one hand, and draped on his other arm was a shirt. He’d never been in public with you without some stupid disguise on, much less to bring you coffee in between classes.

“Henry?” You asked, slightly too loudly. Elizabeth and Ellen turned toward you, but you blew past them to see Henry. He was grinning, from ear to ear.

“So apparently, according to the internet in the past few minutes I’ve been in the car, I’m cradle robbing. Apparently you’re Instagram-model material, which I could’ve told you,” he said. “I brought you another coffee for dealing with bullshit, and I brought you another shirt in case you want to change.”

“Can I keep this one?” You asked, looking down at Henry’s that you were still wearing. “And you didn’t post the bad picture of me yet?”

“No, I was waiting for your approval,” he responded. He reached for his phone and handed it to you, and it was opened to a set of pictures he hadn’t posted yet.

@henrycavill: The real Mission Impossible is getting her to stay still long enough to take a picture with her favorite old man. To be clear, though; she is MINE and I couldn’t be happier. I will sword-fight ANYONE to defend her honor!!

It was a series of five pictures, all of them the two of you together, some of them cuter than others, and you just grinned. You couldn’t believe he was okay with everything, and you couldn’t believe that he was actually standing there with you, braving the people in your class just to hand you a coffee and offer you a shirt.

“I love you,” you said quietly. He smiled in response. “Really.”

“I love you too. I don’t care who knows.” You laughed and hugged him tightly, even though he was still holding your coffee. “But I do want the Merc back, your car is outside.”

“Whatever you say, cradle-robber.”

A/N: I’m in an opera history class right now and it’s so frustrating that I’m definitely taking it out here. I hope the person who requests this loves it as much as I did because omg I love this 😭

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill imagine

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godofsexdrugsandrocknroll · 4 years ago

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5 Reasons Why It’s Good To Be Merc

Professor Oobleck: [To the class] --anybody? Perhaps you, miss Fall?

Cinder: [On scroll, panics] I uh--

Mercury: Sorry teach--

Professor Oobleck: [Loudly] Doctor!

Mercury: [Ignoring him] --but Cindy’s too busy sexting her boyfriend.

Cinder proceeded to furiously kick her asshole of a subordinate in the shin.

Professor Oobleck: *Grimaces* Perhaps, miss Fall, you can engage in...that sometime more appropriate.

Cinder: [Clutching throbbing toes] Of course Doctor Oobleck, I have no idea what I was thinking. [Glares at Mercury]

Mercury smiled. He’d get it later, but the hissing voice of Cinder as well as the slight tears in the corner of her eyes was worth it.

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Emerald ran from the room in the warehouse, cackling the entire way with his legs in her hands. Sitting at a chair, stumps hanging off, Mercury felt his blood boil - before he took a breath and calmed down. He knew this was in revenge for Cinder nearly breaking her toes, her foot against his cybernetic prosthetic.

He also didn’t care. Focusing, he felt a faint glimmer of his aura getting further away from him and he sent a series of pulses that had one purpose. To remotely flip one of his legs.

Emerald: [Distantly] Ogg fugg, my fuggah teef! [Moaning in pain]

Having effectively kicked the thief’s teeth out, Mercury smiled. Best anti theft measures, ever.

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Mercury: Kiiiii-fucking-yah!

And like that, the third year Huntsman went down like a sack of bricks. It was expected - the moron had activated his semblance, Yo-Yo, and used a powerful telekinetic pull to yank Mercury towards him. But he wasn’t anything in comparison to his shitbird of an old man.

So delivering a flying sidekick right out of an action movie was all too sweet and all too easy. Also cathartic because the moron had been going on about how lame his boots were and (the real reason he kicked the moron in the skull while going at least 30MPH) ridiculing him for not using his semblance.

Vytal Festival Crowd: *Raucous cheering*

The adulation of the masses was pretty nice too. As he walked back to the waiting room, he grinned. All he had to do now was wait for blondie to make it to the finals, put up a good act and then he can test himself against some real opponents.

They might just be Atlas grunts, but they weren’t the premiere military organization on Remnant for no reason.

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Mercury grunted, the new additions to his legs making walking awkward. Sure it was just a few pistons as well as a miniature dust engine, but after years of getting used to his leg shaped prosthetics it was a bit awkward with these new clunkier ones.

He stumbled into Emerald, who immediately sneered at him before her brow furrowed.

Mercury: ‘Sup, Em?

Emerald: [Eyes flick towards him] Nothing. Cinder said her scar feels “hot” again, so I’m bringing her a cool towel. *Eyes narrow* What the hell are you doing here? You said the dungeons were creepy.

Mercury just shrugged, watching her carefully. He opened his mouth to speak and saw her staring at the bulky lower half of his legs.

Emerald: And what the hell is that!? [Eyes flick from Mercury, to the dungeon, to the entrance of the hallway that led out of Evernight Castle] Wait a minu--

Mercury didn’t hesitate. Pistons pumped, his dust engine whirred to life with a sound like miniature tornado and with a shift of the leg, a single dust round shot from his ankle and his leg kicked upwards blindingly fast.

Right between Emerald’s legs. The girl was lifted off her feet for a brief few seconds and her formerly narrowed eyes were bulging out of her skull. Then Mercury was putting his modded legs to good use and charging from Salem’s castle, leaving Emerald behind making sounds somewhere between a dying animal and a deflated balloon.

Sure he had to worry about Salem coming to kill him for effectively quitting the game, but if there was one thing his father literally beat into his skull it was that there wasn’t much point in following someone for the sake of an ideal.

Because there was nothing better than cold, hard cash.

And if the freaky Grimm bitch was out to destroy the world, how the hell was he gonna spend all that cash? It ate at him to even remotely agree with his old man, but he had a point.

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Mercury: You know, if someone ever told me I’d be retiring to a beach with a hot midget I probably would’ve laughed. [Pauses] Then I probably would’ve caved their skull in with a good snap kick, but that’s beside the point! Cheers, tiny! *Slurps obnoxiously on a cocktail*

Neo lay next to him in a beach chair, a pink and brown bikini done in her colors but with a pink cup beneath her brown hair on the left side with a brown cup beneath her pink hair on the right side, with the bikini bottoms alternating the colors again.

Her hands also clenched the armrests mutinously. When she screwed Cinder over and shoved Hush through her belly, she figured her best bet was to go to sea. Find an island. Except she found the Maiden’s old assassin that Salem and her people occasionally tried finding (but to little success, Black keeping on the move) and he’d been the one to charter the boat. He’d been the one to find the tropical paradise they’d been living on the last few years.

It had mostly been a pragmatic choice - neither of them really enjoyed tanning, anything to do with the water and they only truly enjoyed the weather itself. There was a small town a couple miles through the palm trees with a little over a thousand in population who didn’t care who they were as long as they were willing to kill the occasional Grimm.

And so life had gone on. Then those assholes who’d killed Roman did the same to Salem. Word had gotten out. The witch was obliterated by some “heeeyuuuw-mongus purple and gold laser beam!”, that probably meant they didn’t need to worry about the Gods anymore either and the only way Salem would die is if the fire bitch was a corpse first.

So they’d celebrated. Once. Then never again because for the diminutive ice cream themed girl, once was more than enough with a dick weasel like Mercury Black. Seriously, 2 years on this island and he still was calling her a midget! He slurped his drinks! Even though he knew sex was permanently off the menu, he had no problem checking her out or any sense of privacy!

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, shortie.”

He even had eaten her damn ice cream and shrugged, like she wasn’t about to push her fucking spoon through his throat and scoop out his jugular! He was insufferable and he often smelt of motor oil and Hatchet Body Spray!

Mercury: *Sighs happily* Yup. Life is good. *Burps loudly*

Screaming silently, Neo shoved off towards their shared house while kicking up sand the entire way and wondering if those best-friend-murdering-cunt-nuggets would actually believe she would reform herself because she had an obnoxious roommate.

Maybe the cute, doofy looking blond boy would. Huh. Now she had an in - the doofus hadn’t really done anything to earn her ire. Yeah. She’d go to him, make friendly and their friendship would be what would convince his other friends, the titty monster and friend killer especially, that she really did want to be a good guy.

Meanwhile Mercury lowered his shades, checked out the perky booty and shrugged.

Mercury: [Steals her drink] And now she’s wasting good liquor. Eh. More for me! *Slurps*

He grinned as a local girl on a surf board bent to keep her balance, her significantly larger, tanner ass not being contained by her white bikini.

Mercury: *Enjoys life*

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I’ve never quite understood why the assassin of all people didn’t just up and leave Salem at some point. I have to assume Cinder was paying him to begin with and then the fear of death might have kept him there but are you really gonna tell me this man didn’t think it’d be possible to just run from Salem at some point? Disappear into the background? Come on.

Sure he wouldn’t have disappeared to an island or anything, but crack is what I do apparently.

So yeah, that’s it for RWBY for today and probably until I have an idea again. I actually had these after answering Fish’s ask yesterday and decided to get them down since they’re basically the only ideas I’ve had for my Tumblr.

Hopefully people like these. :D

#rwby #mercury black #cinder fall #professor oobleck #emerald sustrai #neopolitian (rwby)#au #this is what happens when you let a drunk type #what's crack-a-lackin'#shitpost

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lady-imperatrix · 4 years ago

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late night rambling cuz why not

time to dive of what i remember of tf2 fandom over the years

tldr: fandom is alright. fandom also ruined a few things to me

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sort of luckily, it seems like the fandom itself didn’t ruin the franchise. i still love a lot of things about tf2. but oh man, the fandom...oh the fandom. it can turn into a dumpster fire sometimes. but also that’s fandoms in general

now to go to the point, this is my experience in general, most of the time it’s what I’ve witnessed mostly on tumblr

let’s start with the classes

Scout

oh boi there is a lot. i guess i could describe it as the fandom’s beloved fuckboi punching bag. i saw a fuck ton of people kinning scout. being very loud that scout is 110% trans. I’ve seen so many fanart of trans scout. and of course the fucking..popular ship that is speeding bullet. 😅 also saw many that sees scout as a soft uwu boi. there’s also the usual obnoxious (it’s on point though) scouts with the pink and green coloured cosmetics. Another on point thing is how dumb scout is

Soldier

first off, rest in peace rick may. i love that the fandom mourn for the beloved patriotic mercenary class. i did and do adore that people made him goofy in a lot of times. and i really love the fanart of him and zhanna. i also liked helmet party a bit. i sadly hardly saw brotp type of art of him and demo. overall i guess the overly patriotic is on point? i don’t get the stupidity part of soldier though

Pyro

😅 where to start, there is a lot of mixed stuffs that i’ve seen. firstly what i do like is that pyro is confirmed to be a man under that mysterious suit. although active players deny heavily and say it’s a woman or gender unknown. even though canon comics say it’s a guy. least fav is when people do pyro as oversized infant/toddler. but like you do you. idk if its to satisfy your fetishes. luckily i saw wonderful pyro ocs.

Demoman

overall very loved mercenary! :D least favourite is when demo is done that he is passed out drunk or so drunk that he is dumb. i like casual demo the most. most of the time i see positive stuffs about demo, and i seem to always miss the drama that seem to plague him. i also feel like he is easily a forgettable one

Heavy

fandom’s mascot and fandom’s fav big softy big bro. canon heavy he has a facade to protect his family. sadly or maybe on point? a handful of time he is portrayed dumb. but he is a big bro softy. there are many other things i could add but i feel like i’d start something really bad

Engineer

to describe what the fandom thinks of him: the one that takes care of everyone. i do like the fatherly figure the fandom does of him. although i feel like people forget that engineer can be very serious but choose not to. the edgy headcanon stories for his mechanic hand though is crazy lol

Medic

the slut for all of the team. from early days ive mostly seen medic smut. a lot of which involves with heavy. i did like the change of pace when classic heavy came into frame. smut aside, a lot of crazy experiments and his unruly nature of medical stuffs.

Sniper

a shit ton of smut and lovely art of sniperspy. a lot of piss jokes as well. not enough of him sleeping though. there was a lot of lovely art of him alone though. i adored the occasional bush medicine. when it came to commissioned art, there was a lot of edgy stuffs

Spy

people are horny for the french man. the fanservice that valve does just fuels it. fandom has been supportive of dad!spy. a lot of what ive remember is handful seen spy as hoity toity and “mon dieu why me“ type of thing. and my god valve broke spy fandom with that proud of you scene.

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onto other characters

Saxton Hale

so. much. bara. hyper. smut. I’ve only seen on occasion that it wasn’t like fetish based. it was when an update either comic or video came along. to meme about. i like the character but fandom kinda ruined him for me 😅

Miss Pauling

man i miss the days of the ship art of pauling and scout. or that miss pauling is ace. there was rare smut of her and administrator. i liked art of her with spy being casual friends. now these days is ship art of pauling and zhanna. and a lot of people are so fucking rabid of her being a lesbian (not confirmed by valve but you do you) that if you ship her with any man, you’re a homophobic trash. like god damn let people enjoy things

Classic Heavy

at some point it was a lot of people’s fav asshole. fav horrible person to love. the ship art with medic. I’m not sure what the hell happened for people to go silent on him.

next it’s the ships

oh the ships. ship wars, and rare pairs. so many possibilities. people kinda respected other people’s ships. and then as tumblr do, tf2 got plagued of “ZOMG IF YOU SHIP X AND Y THEN YOU’RE A HOMOPHOBIC PRICK! FUCK YOU AND I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL AND OH IF YOU SHIP THIS MERC WITH THIS MERC THEN YOU’RE A VILE PIECE OF SHIT FOR SHIPPING ABUSIVE THINGS“

...BOI...calm your tits down. if the content triggers you in any sort of way, why the flying fucks did you even look it up? why haven’t you blacklisted so you wouldn’t even see the ship? wouldn’t see the trigger content? why the fuck did you look it up? is it an excuse to bully an innocent person over fictional characters? because then you’re the asshole in this. they’re not harming anyone with smut art. unless it’s illegal things then, pretty harmless.

i’ll end it here. I miss some content creators cuz the fandom decided to go witch hunt on some of them. some of them never deserved the harassment and left traumatized.

I’ve been on the sidelines most of the time and seem to have dodged a handful of drama. but it’s unfortunate to witness some of it happen. and i think ill stay on the sidelines. cuz ive learned trying to interact with people would lead to unfortunate events. so i just want to enjoy things

#zombie talks #tf2 #zombie is exhausted

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vespertine-legacy · 4 years ago

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swtor shenanigans tonight:

Raid group decided that our dps might not currently be high enough for HM Apex (we’ve been getting him pretty consistently to about the half-way point in the fight, but don’t seem to be able to push it beyond there). We’ve also got a dps who is going to have to leave the team for a while, so tonight was going to be his last night with us for some time, so we decided to make tonight a bit more of just a “fun” run and change gears for a bit to have people focus on really learning their classes to get their dps up a bit.

The dps who is going to be leaving had a lockout for NiM Brontes and asked if we were okay doing that fight. Frenzy hadn’t ever tanked NiM Brontes, and I’d never been in NiM Dread Fortress beyond Nefra, so I told them “well, you all know how I feel about Brontes--” (Frenzy interrupts, “she’s hot”) “--and I’m up for whatever the group wants to do.” So with mild concern that Frenzy and I were going to be Useless Brontes Simps and wipe the raid instantly, we went into NiM Brontes.

We had some struggles, but I got to at least see the NiM Brontes fight mechanics (most of them) and learn some neat things:

note to self: if a tank dies, don’t stand on the tank’s body to res them, because you’ll pick up aggro off the Hand they were holding, and immediately die when you finish the res, probably better to just get within your 30 meter range of the res since you have 30 meters of range on your res you useless idiot merc.

the reaches hurt really really bad in NiM like holy shit. I’ve told people in most other modes, “sure you can take a hit from them but your healers will hate you.” They slow you down when they start popping up, like comically slow walking, and then there might be things you can do to mitigate the damage, but I didn’t even look to see what the damage was when one of them got me, because I imagine that it was ridiculous, I just know that I popped Hydraulic Overrides like .000000001 seconds too late and got Reached To Death because I heard the Reach coming up before I saw it, said “oooh that’s gonna hurt,” followed by “nope, I’m dead.”

I can apparently solo heal most of the Kephess phase in NiM, provided the other healer is the only one who died to a Reach, I will just be crying the entire time and I will miss some of the nanite cleanses since they come out faster.

Tom calls clock phase “sprinkler phase,” and it confused and infuriated my lizard brain. Maybe in NiM “sprinkler” makes more sense than “clock” since the lightning can start from either side of Brontes and go either direction, but I’ve only ever heard it referred to before as clock phase, so hearing it called something different just?? broke?? me?? (we didn’t make it that far anyway, so it was irrelevant)

After throwing ourselves at Brontes a few times, we decided to try HM Hive Queen for funsies. We ended up not getting a clear on that either, and I’m not 100% sure why, because it seemed like we had the mechanics down and the dps was high enough, just kept having little things go wrong.

After that was panty raid, and we planned to do the group finder, but first we got pulled in to helping with a run for Dreadtooth to get someone a mask. Then off to Scum & Villainy. Which mostly went well. I was on Eleison, because a) I really want to work on getting better at dwt/dps in general, b) I want to get more comfortable with Hatred/dot-spec, and c) I just wanted to play Eleison let’s be real. In places where mobs were grouped up, I saw my dps go up to about 33-35k, which is cheating because it’s fluffed when they’re all grouped like that but isn’t bad for not actually knowing how to play Hatred and not having augments. And even though there were only three of us actually parsing, I was only about 2k under Tom’s dps for most of the ops, which isn’t too bad (and probably not the greatest comparison considering he was on a sorc and I was on an assassin, but still, considering he’s got full augments and I’ve got jack shit, I’d say that’s not too bad; I do still really need to figure out my rotations, though I am getting the hang of dot-spreading). Things did go a little south during the Cartel Warlords. Frenzy had me kite Sunder, which I hadn’t done before, aaaaaaand he almost immediately killed me (partially because of me probably doing something wrong, partially because we had someone solo healing). Healer got me up and Sunder immediately murdered me again. So I spent most of that fight dead on the floor, which was cool. I managed to do my job better on the Styrak fight though, getting his attention while Frenzy was kicked/in a nightmare, and all that good stuff.

And got a sweet pic of Eleison on Styrak’s throne:

#swtor #november plays swtor #got some compliments on eleison's new outfit :3

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uzumaki-rebellion · 5 years ago

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 29 of 30]

Summary: Erik and the merc head over to do the London heist and Yani accepts new gifts...

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"The brotha's got this complex occupation The brotha's got this complex occupation The brotha's got this complex occupation

Me and this baby gon' be up all night long Walkin' this wood flo' 'til my man gets home I'm at the front do', I'm listening by the phone But I'm gon' be here with my make-up on It's been a long time since my man been gone But when he get here, you know I won't be gone Because I love him, love him strong Me and this baby gon' be up all night long…"

Erykah Badu—"Danger"

Erik wiped down the modified BCM Reece 14 KMR-A. It was an expensive AR-15. He added an M203 grenade launcher with vibranium alterations. The weapon was a polished obsidian dream in his hands. He had to be prepared for the Black Panther. His own blood relative. Tainted blood.

Linda sat across from him cleaning the other weapons they were bringing with them to Korea. The closer they got to their departure date, the more serious she became. He still found it excruciating to be near her, but he treated her like he treated his past military unit that he hated, just neutral all the way.

Klaue walked into the den a watched them prepare the weaponry. Erik took that moment to grab some papers he held in a folder.

"I need you to sign these so I can get the Cessna."

"Seventy-Five thousand?" Klaue groaned.

"I can get you a new one for Three-Hundred Thousand. It's your money."

"Fine, fine."

Klaue used his alias and didn't even look at the paperwork. Just signed where Erik told him to sign and picked up the AR-15 from the work table.

"You missed your calling. You could make a killing modifying weapons full time."

"I'd get bored too quick."

Klaue's eyes looked past him and onto the viewscreen above the fireplace. He turned up the volume. Erik and Linda stared at it with him.

A weather report indicated the return of the hurricane season. And a large category 4 was headed for the islands along the Atlantic.

"I'm sure you battened down the hatches in St. Thomas, Killmonger?"

"Lock stock and barrel."

At last. A tell on Linda's face. A faint blink of her eyes. Erik caught her eyes with his as she picked up another weapon to clean.

"Looks like it'll be a bad one. Hope Our Lady is prepared for it. One of the pitfalls of island life."

Erik felt his midsection tighten. The last hurricane season had been a lucky one. He wiggled his fingers and kept the focus on the radar images and the predicted touch down points. He'd keep an eye on it. Climate change had made life tricky for people globally. It concerned Erik, but he pressed on and picked up a new weapon to inspect and clean.

Linda stared at him and his face felt open and vulnerable with worry. He looked away from her.

###

"Jesus, you can't be still can yuh?"

Yani pressed her hand into her side. The baby was moving too much for her to get fully comfortable. She sat with her legs lifted up with an ottoman in Twyla's house. Boxes stood unopened around her and she was pleased with the one small box she was able to unpack.

Moving in with Twyla had been a sound financial decision. Her lease to the apartment had become month to month, and Nannette was able to find a new roommate easily. Yani's rent money would help pay Twyla's mortgage, and in exchange, Twyla was able to work fewer hours at her job and watch Sydette so Yani could continue taking summer classes with a full course load. She didn't let her pregnancy stop her from finishing up a summer session. Her medical plans were revamped to include an additional two years to finish her degree. Her mind was set on getting into a residency program by the time the new baby was three. Her grades were exceptional but more important than school-Sydette becoming herself again.

The new baby seemed to focus her daughter's anxiety and fears, and Sweet Pea blossomed once more, so excited to welcome the new dumpling.

"Be still, just for fifteen minutes, please," Yani said to her already big tummy.

Sydette ran over to her and patted her stomach.

"Go to sleep," Sydette said.

"Listen to Sweet Pea, Dumplin'."

"Mama, yuh feet so big."

"A little swelling, love."

Sydette rubbed Yani's left foot.

"Fatty feet!" Sydette giggled.

"You gave me fat feet when you were in mi belly."

"No, I didn't!" Sydette said with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, yuh did."

The doorbell rang and Yani didn't feel like getting up from her seat.

"Get the door, Sweet Pea. Ask who it is."

Sydette ran to the door.

"Who is it? What yuh want?"

"Sydette—"

"Your Daddy."

Sydette's face beamed.

"Can you twist the button?"

"Yes, Mama. I can do it."

The main bolt on the door was left unlocked for Twyla, but Sydette was able to turn the bottom lock.

Chez stepped into the room and scooped Sydette up in his arms.

"Detty!"

Chez tickled her stomach and Sydette laughed and tried to keep his hands from tickling her further.

"Her bag is by the door," Yani said trying to get up,

"Stay where you are. I got it," he said.

Picking up Sydette's weekend bag, Chez walked near Yani.

"You look big, gyal."

"Thanks, a lot," she said.

"I'm teasing. I'll bring her back early on Sunday."

"Okay."

"Twyla home?"

"No. She'll be back in a few hours? Why?"

"I know she's looking for a car. Wanted to see if she'd want mine."

"You selling it? Thought you loved that car."

Chez put Sydette down and raised up Yani's feet as he sat on the ottoman. He rested her legs on his lap and rubbed her feet for her.

"I'm moving to Florida. Found a good-paying factory job. Good hours. I can still make music. Perform in Miami and on the East coast. It's too expensive to ship my car over. Cheaper to get another car later when I get settled. Money will be tight for a couple of months, but I'll get Sydette's child support to you as soon as can. I have a better shot there."

Yani glanced over at Sydette who held the straps to her weekend bag on her shoulders.

"When are you leaving?"

"Next month."

Yani felt her forehead.

"You should have told us sooner, Chez."

"I just got the call. I have to go where the money is, gyal. You know that. I stay here and you'll bust my ass for not having my full child support."

He held his hands out for Sydette and she skipped over to him and rested her chest on Yani's legs.

"I'm sorry I won't be here to take Detty on the weekends. I can send for her with my sister and keep her at the end of the year once I'm settled—"

"No, this new one will be here then and I need my girl with me."

Yani scratched her belly. Chez stared at her hand.

"Ooh," Yani sighed while shifting her legs on Chez.

"Kicking?"

"Too much," she said.

Yani took in Chez's face. He looked hopeful. Ready to test his wings away from the island. It was bad enough having Sydette lose Killmonger. Now she was losing her biological father to distance and a chance at a better life.

"We will miss you," she said.

Chez's eyes seemed to spark at her words. She saw his eyes well up and she was surprised to see him cover his face with his hand.

"Chez," she whispered.

Sydette crawled up onto Yani's legs and touched her father's face.

"I'm alright Detty," he said lifting her weight off of Yani.

Yani moved her legs from the ottoman and rubbed Chez's back.

"I'm okay, Yani. You ready, Detty?"

"Yes!"

Chez stood with Sydette in his arms. Yani picked up her daughter's bag and handed it back to him.

"We'll talk later, yeah?" Yani said.

"I'll call you next week with more information. I'll be staying with my Uncle until I get my own place there. Say bye, Detty!"

"Bye, Mama."

"Give me kiss."

Sydette leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

"Give Dumplin a kiss."

Chez held Sydette upside down as peals of laughter erupted from her. She kissed Yani's belly.

Watching her daughter leave with Chez, Yani thought of how life changed in the blink of an eye all the time. She rested a hand on her stomach as she stood in the doorway tracking Chez helping Sydette into his car.

"Bye!" Sydette called while waving her hand.

"Bye, Sweet Pea. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

When they left, Yani stood and let the sun warm her face. The baby tumbled and then seemed to settle.

"I wish your daddy was here, Dumplin."

Patting her belly, Yani closed the door trying her best not to dwell on Killmonger for too long.

###

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck!

Sitting at a table inside a small Swedish café waiting for a sandwich and some decent coffee, Erik's eyes were glued to the tablet in his hand.

"Holy shit," Klaue said staring at Erik's device.

Other people in the café were staring at cell phones or their computers.

Erik couldn't believe it and he felt a cold dragging on his stomach.

He was already agitated watching King T'Chaka receive praise for his rousing speech giving support to signing the Sokovia Accords. The Avengers had made a deadly mess in Nigeria and over one hundred nations decided they needed to be regulated and controlled, and King T'Chaka's words were splashed all over the press. Public and private superheroes and other enhanced humans had to come forward and be counted, tracked, and given permission to act for good in the future. Erik was sure more vigilantes would break out, but he didn't give a fuck because Wakanda was the only thing he wanted. Once he had his father's nation in his hand, he would blow all these enhanced fools out of the water. Take them out if they couldn't bow down to him.

All Erik wanted to do was eat the perfect open-faced smoked-salmon sandwich and spend time out of the house and away from Linda and Limbano. He hadn't planned on watching his Uncle speak at the Vienna International Centre until Klaue told him that the King of Wakanda was on tv.

Regal, gray-haired, with glasses that gave him a gentle grandfatherly look, T'Chaka Udaku told the world how Ultron stole their vibranium and how his country would not stand by and let injustices continue.

The fucking audacity.

And just like that, Erik and the world watched the room explode and the cameras cut to news footage outside. Erik wanted to yell and jammed his nails into his hands to keep himself in his seat as he saw his grip on justice slip from his fingers.

Klaue's face was stuck in the firm grip of shock.

"This is going to change some things, Killmonger," Klaue said.

Words and images flew online fast and the explosion was quickly labeled a terrorist attack.

"There will be a lot of dead in that room, mate."

Rooted in his seat, it was confirmed soon enough.

King T'Chaka Udaku was dead.

Erik stormed out of the café and walked aimlessly through the street for half an hour. His personal cell blew up and when he looked to see who it was, he answered it.

"Uncle Bakari."

"Have you heard?"

"Yes."

"Are you alright? Where are you?"

Erik stopped walking and let the familiar sound of home focus him.

"I'm in Europe now. Saw the news in a café."

"How are you feeling, Nephew?"

"I don't feel nothin'…nothin' at all."

His Uncle knew he was lying. Erik's voice sounded heavy. Brittle.

"Erik…that was your Uncle, your father's brother—"

"That man ain't shit to me!"

People walking past Erik moved around him quickly because of his tone. He headed back to the café.

"I gotta go," Erik said.

"Call me later…if you want to talk. Shavonne and I are here for you."

"Okay."

Erik swiped his phone and he checked his other cell. Two texts from Klaue.

"Hey man, I'm heading back to the café. Had to take a call from home."

"I thought you were taking this explosion a little too hard, mate," Klaue said.

"Like you said, changes some things, but we'll work around it."

"I had the shop put your food in a to-go box. I'm heading back to the house. See you there."

"Cool."

Erik ignored the café and kept walking. His left hand pressed against the left side of his waist in the space he had saved to carve King T'Chaka into his skin. Stolen from him. Whoever the fuck killed his Uncle would feel his wrath eventually, but now Erik had to deal with T'Challa taking the throne.

Erik halted.

His cousin would have to take his father's body back to Wakanda. That would end all of his travels for the next few months. He'd be where Erik wanted him to be. Birnin Zana. The golden city. The terrorists had cheated Erik of one Udaku, but they had also made his endgame easier so he could have the other one. Losing his father in a violent way would have T'Challa rattled, he was sure of that. Erik knew what that felt like. A rattled King would also be a weak King. A distracted King. One who could easily be beaten.

Erik still felt a heaviness in his chest. There was fiery anger there. Something was stolen from him once more. King T'Chaka had escaped his due punishment and it sucked the energy out of Erik. When he returned to their hideout, he climbed the stairs ignoring everyone else and went to his room, throwing himself on his bed. His mind wouldn't let his body rest and he stayed up all night clenching and unclenching his fists. He tugged on the silver chain around his neck until his fingers clasped onto his father's ring.

###

The museum added additional security two days before the opening of the African Antiquities exhibit.

Linda was able to get a job as a barista there and spent a day walking the entire museum taking more secretive photos to make sure nothing had changed since Erik had surveyed it the previous year. She kept her eye on the lead curator, a grim-lipped white woman with an elitist attitude toward employees.

They hid in a flat less than a mile away from the museum. Erik planned logistics with Klaue and Limbano was able to locate a decommissioned ambulance for cheap purchase from a scrapyard. He also procured EMT uniforms for himself and Klaue.

"That woman is a fucking tyrant!"

Linda stormed into the apartment carrying take out from the corner pub. She went into her bedroom and changed clothes before rushing back out to finish her rant.

"I have never met a person with a stick so far up their ass—"

"Cutthroat museum director getting your dander up again?" Klaue heckled.

Erik and Klaue watched her fume near the window.

"She just does shit to pick on people…for no reason! Every fucking day she gets the same coffee from my section. We know how to make her beverage because she instructs us explicitly down to the most finite detail…and yet…it's never the right way. She's just contrarian for shits and giggles. Jesus, I don't know how regular people can take that day after day."

"But she always comes to you, right?" Erik asked.

"Yeah."

Erik stood up and walked over to her. Reaching into his pocket he handed her a small plastic two-inch bag. A yellowish-white powder sat inside of it.

"What is this meth?" Linda joked.

"On D-Day, put this in her coffee cup. Don't touch it with your hands."

"Fast-acting?"

"Nah. Slow burn. Timing is everything. The moment she sips, you hit me up."

Linda pocketed the poison and grabbed her take out container. She scarfed down a sausage sandwich.

"The plane is ready for Busan," Erik said.

"Limbano will take it over and secure housing," Klaue said.

"I have enough surveillance footage looped. Their security is very sensitive, so you will have a little over an hour to get in and out without them suspecting anything on their feed," Linda said.

Klaue stared at his phone.

"I'm trying to get some intel on Jo'Burg, but Huntsman has been avoiding me," he said.

Another tell.

Linda took a large bite of her sandwich and then wiped her lips as she stared at Klaue attempting to contact the dead merc. There was a lack of confidence in her eyes. A hint of…worry? When she stopped looking at Klaue her eyes darted up and Erik stood in front of her with a can of beer in his hand.

"Maybe he has another gig that he can't get out of," Erik said.

Linda's face froze, but then she reached for the beer and took it from him. He reached into her take-out container and grabbed a few fried chips. Popping them in his mouth, he kept his gaze on her, until she stood up to throw away her empty container.

"Well I need him," Klaue said.

Linda left the room and Erik turned on his laptop and studied the museum layout. The moment Linda fed the poison to the curator, Erik would have to maneuver himself into the exhibit hall, find the vibranium, and make sure the curator stayed near him. Reconnaissance video showed that she hovered throughout the space ninety-percent of the time, and if she was anal about her coffee, she would be anal about hawking his Black ass when he lingered around the room. Once she was down, they'd terminate distractors and make a body switch out into the ambulance smuggling out the vibranium. He just needed to find it quickly.

He switched his screen to the online exhibit brochure and paid attention to the pieces he suspected would be laden with the good stuff.

"What's going on with Bonnie?" Klaue asked.

"Bonnie?"

Klaue pointed to him.

"You're Clyde…she's Bonnie…for fucks sake. Bonnie and Clyde?"

Erik rolled his eyes.

"You two getting along?"

"Yeah."

"She seems distant…not distant…more like preoccupied."

Erik shrugged.

"She seems normal to me."

"Keep an eye on her."

"You getting bad vibes or something?"

"Not sure. I feel like she tiptoes around you. The usual banter between you two seems forced. Not as playful as it used to be."

"I think she's stressed because we are dealing with the C.I.A. now. A lot more hoops to jump through with them once we arrive in Busan."

"I don't think that's it."

"Want me to ask her what's up?"

"Yeah. If things are shaky—"

"I'll take care of it if it is."

Klaue patted Erik's thigh in an off-hand gesture as he stood up.

"Good boy," he said walking over to the window and pulling out a cigar from his shirt pocket.

###

Erik pulled on the non-prescription glasses once he arrived by taxi to the museum.

He made sure to pass by Linda's coffee cart as he strolled into the building. She had already looped the security feed. The morning crowd was gone and the afternoon patrons trickled in. A free public lecture on Benin art attracted a large crowd. He tapped an earbud in his right ear.

"Miss Sunshine has sipped her special brew," Linda said, "she's heading your way."

Erik slowed down and pretended to be interested in an oil painting. The museum director took another sip of her coffee and spotted Erik lingering. He eased away from the painting and headed toward the West African exhibit area. From his peripheral, he saw the director locked on him along with some suited security that tried to look discreet.

The moment he entered the exhibit hall, he steered himself to a glass exhibit displaying a few masks and metal spears. His vibram tattoo didn't itch, and the reflection of the glass showed the director's approach. Another white man in a suit and tie watched him also, his fingers clasped in front of him.

"Good morning, how can I help you?"

Her voice sounded annoyed. Erik turned his head to the left and looked at her with a smile on his face. Her eyes saw his gold slugs and he saw the internal shift she made to deal with him.

"I'm just checkin' out these artifacts. They tell me you're the expert"

"Ah, you could say that…"

Erik skillfully nudged her toward the display he was after. The itch in his gums let him know he had hit jackpot when he read the title cards. Aunt Serah was a fucking boss. Vibranium hidden as a mislabeled Fula hammer. Ole girl rubbed her stomach. Erik knew the poison was waking up in her body. She sounded so confident telling him where she thought the hammer came from. The bitch probably worked Aunt Serah's nerves.

"Nah…"

Her eyes glared at him and her mouth gave a small quirk as if she wanted to burp but couldn't.

"I beg your pardon," she said, her voice sounding surprised.

Erik gave her a quick once over.

"It was taken by British soldiers in Benin, but it's from Wakanda…and it's made out of vibranium."

The rasp in his voice startled her and she clutched her stomach a little harder.

Erik smirked.

"Don't trip, I'ma take it off your hands for you."

"These items aren't for sale."

She elongated the word sale in a way meant to put Erik in his place. The slow rise of heated anger rose in his gut. Fucking thieves.

"How do you think your ancestor's got these? You think they paid a fair price? Or did they take it like they took everything else?"

The bite in his voice startled her. He saw one of the security men inch closer to them.

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave…"

Her voice stopped and she looked toward her minions as she coughed. Erik stepped in close and whispered in her ear.

"You got all this security in here watching me…ever since I walked in. But you ain't checkin' for what you put in your body."

The director gasped and looked at her coffee cup.

"Klaue and Limbano are in position," Linda said in his ear.

Erik smiled.

"C'mon mate…"

A security guard tugged on Erik's jacket, pulling him away from the distressed director.

"I think she might not be feelin' too good…"

The director dropped like a pile of bricks hitting the floor.

"Jam those phones, Linda," Erik whispered.

Erik called for help loudly as three security men surrounded the director on the floor.

"Klaue, Limbano…you're on deck," Linda said.

Less than five minutes later Klaue and Limbano came running in with a stretcher.

"Step back please, gents, step back please," Klaue yelled.

The guards ushered museum-goers toward the exit in the opposite direction. Erik lingered and watched Klaue.

Pistols with high-grade silencers were used to take out two of the guards. Klaue toyed with the third giving the man false hope of survival.

"You can go, but just don't tell anyone, alright?"

Klaue winked at the guard and the man took off running. He let him get twenty feet away before he nickeled the man's brains. The body fell hard.

"Bruh, why you ain't just shoot him right here?"

"Because it's better to leave the crime scene more spread out…makes us look like amateurs."

"I'll meet you guys outside," Linda said in his ear.

"Let's do this," Erik said, guiding Klaue to the vibranium.

Klaue took off the glove on his prosthetic hand and held it up to the exhibit. A sonic pulse shattered the glass and Klaue grabbed the Wakandan hammer. He used his pulse sensors to gently shake off centuries of rust and grit and history. He smelled the metal and laughed.

"You better sell that quick."

"Oh it's already sold," Klaue said bragging. He broke the handle off of the tool and glanced at Limbano to move.

A mask caught Erik's eyes.

He moved over to the standing display and leaned down to look it over carefully.

Regal horns crowned the top as intricate and very detailed carving told a bold story on the blue and steel gray stained wood. The title card said "Warrior Mask, Benin 17th Century". Erik snatched the mask off the metal rod it sat on.

"You're not telling me that's vibranium too, eh?"

"Nah, I'm just feelin' it."

###

Yani's favorite part of laundry day was pulling clean clothes out of the dryer and then folding them. Especially when she tossed in a laundry freshener sheet and everything smelled extra clean.

A clean rain fell outside as she put away Sydette's clothes and her own. She had even washed some of her daughter's old newborn outfits that she would use for Dumplin.

Sydette was sound asleep on her bed in the room she shared with Yani, and once everything was put away, Yani waddled out to the living room where Twyla was braiding Leona's hair and watching tv.

Yani stepped into the kitchen to make herself some fresh cocoa on the stove. She put milk in a saucepan on low and closed the kitchen window. The baby was resting easy inside of her. The day had been a calm one lugging that child inside of her around. One day she would see her feet again and be reacquainted with her toes.

"Yani!"

Twyla's loud shriek startled her and Yani moved as fast as she could back into the living room. Leona was grabbing the remote from Twyla and turning the sound up. The BBC news was on. Klaue's picture took up half the screen on the wall.

"Them find his body," Leona said.

"Shh! Let's hear it," Twyla hissed.

A British-Indian woman anchor told a horrible narrative and Yani wanted to cover her ears, but she stood with a heavy belly, wide-eyed and mouth open as the world was informed that the notorious arms dealer, Ulysses Klaue of South Africa, was found dead in Korea with two others. A woman. And another man. All of Klaue's business was put out into the world and even Twyla's face showed shock because of what the man was accused of doing for so many years. Killing. Arms dealing. Illegal transactions all over the world.

It was all sordid and nasty and so much more horrifying seeing it on the tv.

Killmonger was part of that, and now—

"Yani!"

Twyla moved away from the chair Leona sat in and grabbed Yani's shoulders and eased her onto the couch.

"I'm okay, I just felt a little faint," Yani said.

The headline news moved on to other things and Leona turned down the sound and switched channels.

"They didn't say his name," Yani insisted out loud.

"Calm down," Twyla said.

"They just said Klaue, and then a man and a woman. And there were no photos of him."

Her voice took on a pleading quality.

"Something's burning," Leona said rushing into the kitchen.

"Him not dead. He can't be—"

"They didn't say his name, so no one knows."

"I can look online."

Yani tried to get up, but her weight made it hard to move quickly enough. She felt the baby kicking her side and she gasped. The sharpness hurt. She had upset Dumplin.

"Relax cuz. Be easy, yeah?"

Yani nodded and leaned back.

"Whatever you were trying to make, that milk is ruined," Leona said.

Yani closed her eyes.

Please let me know you're okay, man.

Other news channels that mentioned Klaue only said the same thing. He was shot and killed and found in Korea. Two other bodies with him.

There was nothing Yani could do. Fretting about it would just get her worked up and the baby would feel it. So she focused on getting through the rest of the day with Sydette. Dinner. Bath time. Storytelling time. Sleep.

Yani curled her body around soft pillows and tried to rest her mind. She had to accept not knowing for sure. In the middle of the night, she lumbered out of bed and went to the living room to look on her laptop for any more information. Just various networks giving brief mentions, and then just as quick as the story came…it went.

A week went by and nothing new was reported. Her Aunt was now unemployed permanently from the man. And poor Jerome. Who would spoil him now if they couldn't walk onto the compound anymore? He would think that everyone abandoned him.

So silly. To worry about an iguana as much as she worried about her baby's father.

She touched her chest as her face grew tight. None of her children had their fathers in their life at that moment. Sydette would see Chez eventually in a few months, but Dumplin? Dumplin just had her.

She groaned and lowered her head. Breathing through her mouth she squeezed her hands into fists.

"Oh Lord," she whispered out loud.

She placed her right hand under her stomach.

"Twyla," she called out.

She stood up from the chair in the kitchen.

"Twyla."

"Yeah?"

Her cousin twisted her hair as she stepped into the room.

Yani grabbed a cup and poured water into it from a bottle. She concentrated on swallowing every drop and then turned to face her cousin.

"Dumplin is coming."

"Right now?"

"My contractions are now about thirty minutes apart. I've been keeping track all day."

"All day? You've been in labor all day?"

Twyla's face was bewildered.

"This is baby number two, remember?"

Yani grinned but Twyla's face was still frozen with surprise.

"I'll call Auntie and your Mom."

"Good. I'm going to walk a bit and track my progress while I call my doctor."

"Okay."

Twyla ran to the living room and Yani walked into her bedroom. Sydette was on her bed playing with her dolls.

"Hey, Sweet Pea. Go put your jacket and shoes on. Dumplin is coming."

Sydette's face lit up and she gave a loud whoop as she scrambled to find her shoes.

Yani held both sides of her stomach as she looked down at it.

"Hold on. Give me some time to get to the hospital, yeah?"

Sydette ran out of the room.

"Auntie! Auntie! The baby is coming!"

Yani smiled.

"Take your time, Dumplin. No rush, love. I'm here for you."

###

She was so tired.

By the time the last relative left the house and Sydette was put to bed sound asleep, Yani was able to sit in her new rocking chair and feed the baby. Fourth day home with the newborn and every relative had finally gotten a chance to see the bad man on the hill's child.

Dumplin.

Erik Paradise Galiber-Stevens.

Affectionately known as Riki by the rest of the family.

Nine pounds, four ounces.

Twyla took one look at him and exclaimed, "Dumplin? Tuh, this child is a beef patty."

The boy had the lustiest cry when he came out from between Yani's legs. Twyla cried the entire time she held Yani's hand in her private maternity room. Sydette had a side seat to watch everything and she was a better coach than her cousin. Her mother held Sydette and when her baby brother came out heavy and healthy, Sweet Pea shouted, "Don't cry, I'll help you!"

She had to have stitches, but she was glad that the birth wasn't as labor intensive as Sydette's had been. By the time she was rolled into the hospital to have him, Riki was out three hours later. Fat, vibrant, and restless. Arms and legs constantly moving like he had somewhere to go.

"Are you still sure about 'Paradise'?" Twyla said watching her breastfeed her son.

"What's wrong with that for a middle name? He was conceived in paradise and I want him to know that. What do you think it should be?"

"Lil Big Nigga—"

"Shut up!"

"He on them titties like his Daddy—"

"Twyla!"

"You know it's true."

"Nasty."

"Runs in the family. Before I forget—"

Twyla walked into her room and came back with a handful of mail.

"This all came to Auntie's house addressed to you. It was forwarded from your old place. All your bills."

Yani tilted Riki's head back and wiped his lips.

"Can you burp him for me?"

Yani took the mail as Twyla took the baby.

"Oh, stop fussing, you can have them titties again in a minute, greedy boy. Yuh Mama not going anywhere…Yani…what is it?"

"This came from Korea."

Yani felt her heart patter a little faster.

The manilla envelope had a typed address label on it for her apartment. The return address was written in Korean. The stamped date was recent. Five days previous.

"Open it," Tywla encouraged.

Yani took her time tearing open the flap. She took a deep breath and pulled out several sheets of heavy paper. She stared at them, looking over every single one carefully. When she lifted her eyes up to Twyla, she could barely breathe.

"Yuh scaring me cuz."

Yani was still in pain from having the baby, so she couldn't jump up like she wanted. She opened her mouth but she couldn't get words out.

"Yani…fuck…what is it?"

"Me and Auntie…"

"You and Auntie what?"

"We own the compound. These are deeds to all three houses."

Yani stared at the thick papers.

"Auntie gets the first house. I get Klaue's house, and we both share the middle house. It's the fucking deeds. We own everything free and clear."

"Yuh fucking lying!"

Riki whimpered from the volume of Twyla's voice.

"Killmonger did this. I know it. It's Klaue's signature on the transfer of everything, but…this is Killmonger."

Yani stared at her newborn son, his silky curls, button nose, full lips, and bright brown eyes so perfect. So much like his father.

"Dumplin, your Daddy gave us everything."

Part 30 Conclusion HERE

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cornholio4 · 5 years ago

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Smoking!

Author’s note: this is based on the Mask from the violent Comic but it doesn’t get really violent here. The Mask has the origin from the movie though. Some of this is just me indulging.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng sighed as she was with her class at the field trip to the museum where Alix's dad and brother worked, things wereworking well with her and her class despite the fact that Lila kept up with her false stories with the class eating them up. She was on better terms with her class though she refused to indulge in listening to her lies or forget the threats that she had made.

Alix's brother Jalil was giving them a lecture at their Norse exhibit and was excited to tell them they were the first visitors to get a look at a new artefact sent to their exhibit. This got the class excited but it quickly died down when he took out an old plain looking wooden mask with eyes and a mouth hole.

Jalil stated they studied the connections between it and the Norse God of Mischief and Lies himself Loki but everyone had drawled out when they saw the mask. Lila began whispering to the classmates about some made up trip discovering lost artefacts of a probably made up nation. This got Marinette a bit annoyed but then found Tikki peeking her head out of her bag and was shivering with fright.

Marinette whispered to her asking what was going on not noticing Adrien running to a nearby pillar, before the Kwami could say anything Jalil asked if anyone would want to try it on for fun. Chloe pretty much pushed Marinette out to be in front of the group.

Marinette glared at her but then Jalil went to her asking if she was volunteering, Marinette jumped but then found her friends encouraging her. She slowly walked up to the table and picked up the mask. She put it to her face but then found it seaming like it was pulling herself to it.

Everyone immediately grew concerned and terrified as they saw the mask jump on Marinette's face and looked like it was expanding itself to cover her face while turning green...

Adrien Agreste had been watching the lecture with his class and was about to make a joke with Nino about how plain the mask looked but then had Plagg whispering while in his shirt pocket. Adrien then sneaked to a nearby pillar to ask Plagg what he was doing risking himself being seen. However he was taken aback by how uncharacteristically terrified Plagg looked.

"Adrien, listen to me... You have to transform right now and Catacalysm that mask right now! It's dangerous and I will never forget when a Norse warrior I was with at the time had to fight a Viking who wore it. It was awful and the nearby villages pretty much would have preferred Ragnarok! I curse the day Loki created that awful thing! Never did like those Norse gods! Still Odin's trickster brother was pretty much better than that Cronus guy from the Titans but that's not saying much!" Plagg told him and Adrien looked at him in disbelief.

"Plagg, that things looks like a cheap prop and you say it is some sort of dangerous artefact? That it's like Miraculous?" Adrien asked unconvinced as Plagg looked at him dead serious but then Adrien noticed something. "Wait did you say brother? But isn't Loki the son of Odin?" Adrien asked and Plagg slapped his face.

"They were brothers, I can assure you! Despite what those comic books and movies would have you belief, but let's focus and prioritise!" Plagg snapped right back and Adrien found this hysterical. Plagg lecturing him on priorities, this was something for the history books.

"Now, we have to transform and do something before anyone gets close enough to that mask that..." Plagg told him but then heard a whirling sound and then looked and saw that Marinette was standing there with a crazed look on her face. She was wearing a yellow suit version of her usual clothes and her face was a bit bigger while colored dark green. "Too late..." Plagg muttered and then realised the implications of Marinette in particular wearing the blasted mask, Adrien now realised too late that Plagg may have been onto something.

"Plagg, Claws Out!"

*PB*

Marinette had transformed and found herself feeling... free! Her friends looked at her all worried wondering if this was some weird Akuma and they just didn't see the butterfly. Marinette then found herself smiling gleefully.

"Look, Dupain-Cheng finally got a makeover and I think it was an improvement..." Chloe started only for Marinette to take out a big glass cage out of seemingly nowhere and put her and Lila in it while shutting it tight.

"Wow, my two biggest tormentors together at last! They really deserve eachother as friends, to think that fanfic writers thought Chloe you would be the lesser of the two evils despite you know never even apologising for almost getting my parents killed!" Marinette said with a big smile looking at them both trying to force the door open. Marinette then continued her tirade "yes I am breaking the fourth wall like that mouthy merc and I don't care. He wasn't even the first Marvel character to have the gimmick, She- Hulk (big fan as a green faced heroine myself) did it before him! Besides Deadpool will have no chance to complain as he is too busy writing his will before his end is met when Ipkiss wearing the Mask takes him down in Deadpool's 3rd Death Battle!" Marinette then noticed the class and staff heading for the doors.

Marinette then pulled out a lasso and then roped them into it while dragging them back, "come on friends, as you're Everyday Ladybug I can't let you miss what is a good show! I can promise you it will be something, there are fanfics of me Akumatized to deal with Lila but this is something special! This is not the Mask from the funny movie starring Robotnik from the upcoming Sonic movie (which you should see when it comes out) or the funny cartoon that spun off from it but the original Dark Horse comics! I promise you, they were not for the faint of heart! They were basically a reverse of that stupid Banana Splits movie or the upcoming Fantasy Island movie: so instead of taking something light hearted or at least nice into a horror property, they turned a horror property into a family friendly comedy! Can't say I disapprove but I got the powers from the comics, where the cartoon physics extend to only me. So if I fed you a bomb then well..." Marinette stated but then noticed Chat Noir was there.

"Sorry Princess, but can I ask please ask if you can handover that mask and sorry but I don't think the green face look suits you." Chat Noir told Marinette charging with his staff only for Marinette to take out a large mallet and send Chat Noir flying right through the door.

"Marinette girl, please! This isn't you! I don't understand a word of what you are saying or what happened to you but please! Give the mask up and get help!" Alya asked but Marinette shook her head as she looked at her.

"Wow Alya you are trying to be a good friend unlike in other salt fics, like those recent ones pairing me with Damian Wayne. I dont really understand that as...I am just not into Gotham City guys!" Marinette exclaimed pretty much singing the last part of what she just said. She then smirked as she just got an idea about what to do with her two prisoners.

She then got out a dressing cubicle and skipped right in. Not a second later she was now in a stag magician's outfit complete with a cape and a top hat. She then got out a box for the 'sawed in half' trick.

"Now, the first trick of the Great Big Head will be familiar to those you watched that Banana Splits movie I mentioned, the one where they took an old and highly underappreciated cute fun variety show and turned it into a lame FNAF rip off! But I will be pulling it off better because the movie version didn't use this!" Marinette said pulling a chainsaw from her cape.

She then got form the cage and pulled out Chloe before locking it again, she put Chloe in a box as she looked terrified and Marinette said with glee "remember what I said about the cartoon physics only affecting me? I guess you can also see this as a rip off from the trailer for that Fantasy Island movie? The one about getting revenge on a childhood bully? A scene in a trailer of a movie that wants to use the name for it's stupid horror movie? A show that was parodied by a Daffy Duck movie and an episode of Teen Titans Go that were better adaptations of the show!" Marinette asked darkly and Chloe was now screaming in terror as Marinette's classmates closed their eyes fearing the worse.

Marinette then dropped it and used another lasso to barely catch Chat Noir, "You know now that I mention it, I somehow seem to know a whole lot about a comic book and a TV show that were both made before I was even born! I mean Fantasy Island is decades old and I am just acting as a mouthpiece for the author at this point and hopes this works by acknowledging he is doing this." Marinette shrugged pulling Chat Noir in.

"You have been a great sparring partner and partner in general Chat Noir; here is a free copy of the first issue of my new comic!" Marinette told him patting him on the head like a kitty and then tucking into the lasso the first issue of I Pledge Allegiance to the Mask.

Then Marinette went to the box where Chloe was still in but then had Lila scream out "Marinette please let me out! I am sorry for the threats i made to you in the bathroom! I am sorry for threatening to steal all your friends away! I will stop lying, I promise! I will help you with anything! I will even tell you what I know about Hawk Moth when working with him! I promise please!" Lila was now in tears but everyone in the class were now speechless as to what she had just said.

"Lila admitting to save her own skin; would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic... It's thanks to you and your anonymous posting that the anonymous comments on the AO3 version of this story will have to be disabled! I will get to you in a second but first I already have a volunteer..." Marinette said picking her chainsaw back up again.

"Marinette, this isn't you! I know Chloe is a pretty terrible bully and I don't know what Lila had been saying to you behind our backs but you are better than this! You go through with this I know you will hate yourself when you are back to normal! This will scar you and destroy you! Think of your parents and us, we care about you! My brother Luka thinks of you as the song in his heart!" Juleka suddenly shouted and this gave Marinette pause.

"Using not only your brother but my parents to convince me to drop this. Low blow Juleka but I can't argue that like a good Pokemon move... It's super effective!" Marinette said quietly as she managed to force the mask off her face. She then suddenly shrieked as she then let everyone out of the lasso and they hugged her greatly.

However an Akuma came akumatized Chloe into a villain called Jack in the Box. Marinette helped get all her friends, classmates, the staff and Lila through the exit and then transformed into Ladybug to help Chat Noir once he was free.

*PB* Hawk Moth was in his lair observing what happened and was in shock and a bit scared, something other than his Akumas were capable of creating powerful villains it seemed. Ones he doubted he could control even if he was wearing that Mask. That Mask took one of the nicest girls in Adrien's class (the one he had yet to Akumatize) and turn her into a twisted cartoon.

He took a while before sending out an Akuma; too busy contemplating everything that this could mean. This Mask could destroy everything he had worked to achieve and if his Akuma brought it to him, he would have it thrown into the farthest waters.

*PB* Marinette was pretty horrified and scared about what happened when she saw the CCTV footage and heard the stories from her classmates. Ms Bustier personally escorted Marinette back home and she was forced into a big hug by her parents. Once she got a chance to be alone Tikki explained to her about Loki's mask.

The news broadcast said that the Mask would be taken to a secure facility outside of Paris, so hopefully she would not have to deal with it again. She had gotten a few days off from school as unlike most Akuma villains, she had to deal with the knowledge she was close to murdering a classmate with a chainsaw.

What she had almost done terrified her as she never wanted this on either of them, she can't say she had much positive feelings towards them but this was overkill. She doubted she could even use any lethal action against even Hawk Moth who was an evil Super Villain of his own volition.

She got messages from her friends checking in to make sure she was alright, her grandfather Roland came by with a special cake he had made from an old family recipe and there was Luka who looked more worried than she had ever saw him.

In the mail she ended up getting a letter from an American police officer by the name of Kellaway inviting her to join an online support group for those affected by the Mask. Apparently it had gotten around in the US ever since it was bought by a man called Stanley Ipkiss. Hopefully that Mask doesn't bother anyone again...

#ladybug #miraculous ladybug #chloe salt #lila salt #ml salt fic #ladybug salt fic #ml salt #marinette dupain cheng #the mask #the mask dark horse #the mask comic book #oneshot drabble #ml oneshot #also on fanfiction.net #also on ao3 #also on ao3 and fanfiction

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crackimagines · 4 years ago

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Monastery of Angels (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Trails Of Cold Steel 3H AU Masterlist

Due to complications with the White Heron Cup, they are unable to host a dancing competition. The Monastery staff rushes to find a suitable replacement, and settle on a opera-like performance. Deciding to have the most interesting choice to make this year memorable, they decide to choose two polar opposites to sing.

Instructor Sara, chronic alcoholic and the laziest staff member of Garreg Mach.

Seteth, the most uptight and square person at Garreg Mach.

And they both despise each other.

Even if the performance ends with a catastrophic result, it would at least do the job of being a memorable year for the students.

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Rean, Elliot, and Annette walked down the dorm’s rooms together, discussing various things ranging from schoolwork to plans for the remainder of the day.

(Annette) “I’m so bummed out they had to cancel the White Heron Cup, I was looking forward to it! I don’t know what to do because I was going to practice dancing.”

(Elliot) “Oh, the Blue Lions decided on Annette?”

(Rean) “Yeah, it was either that or Mercedes, but she insisted on Annette. Though, I guess all those plans went out the window. Did the Golden Deers decide on anyone?”

(Elliot) “We were going to choose Leonie I think. The other girls in the group didn’t want to do it. I think I was about to be the one dancing but, hah I’m glad I wasn’t!”

(Annette) “Are we even going to be doing anything on that day now?”

- They sat on the benches near the lake and greenhouse, continuing their conversation.

(Rean) “Who knows? The announcement was just made yesterday and we still got a week before it happens. I doubt they could find anything in time.”

(Sharon) “Oh, I wouldn’t doubt them that much Master Rean!”

(Rean) “WOAH!”

All of them jumped hearing a voice above them. Sharon was looking over the railing with a smile.

(Annette) “EEK!”

(Elliot) “AH! O-Oh, Sharon!”

(Annette) “When were you there?!”

(Sharon) “Just now, I apologize for startling you all! I actually was looking for Elliot!”

(Elliot) “For what?”

(Sharon) “The staff requires your musical expertise! We were originally going to send the Golden Deer’s retainer, but she wouldn’t be as fast!”

(Rean) “More like she wouldn’t get here at all...”

(Elliot) “Well, all right then. I’m honestly not sure how much of a help I can be since I play only the violin.”

(Sharon) “I bid you all a good day.”

She nodded with her head and vanished behind the railing once again. Elliot waved goodbye to the two and left with Sharon.

(Annette) “How does she keep appearing out of nowhere like that?”

(Rean) “Frankly, I’m not sure I want the answer...”

Garreg Mach’s Faculty Room, 10 minutes earlier...

(Manuela) “A musical performance? My, that’s an excellent idea!”

(Hanneman) “I agree, it could be an enticing experience!”

(Jeralt) “Oh goddess, it’s not going to be a sappy love opera, is it?”

(Catherine) “Come on, nothing like a good romance tale to spark up the tears! It’ll get all the emotional students crying, and it’d be funny!”

(Shamir) “I’m not opposed to it. Can’t say I’d be interested though.”

(Seteth) “Well, it’s only a suggestion. Lady Rhea says we are to do as we see fit.”

(Byleth) “Who’s going to be our singers? Dorothea and Manuela seem to be an obvious choice.”

(Sara) “If I remember correctly, Emma from my class was about to sing before we got transported here. Maybe we can pester her to get to singing?”

(Towa) “I-I guess worse case scenario, Angelica, Crow, and I could get on stage like last year.”

(Flayn) “May I make a recommendation?”

(Angelica) “Sure kiddo. What’s on your mind?”

(Flayn) “Sara and Seteth could perform on stage! Two lovers entering the stagelights together!”

(Seteth) “WHAT?! E-Er...Flayn, I explained this before, Sara and I are co-workers. We’re not actually engaged.”

(Sara) “Psh, why keep it a secret anymore, Seteth?”

(Seteth) “SHUT. UP.”

(Sara) “In all seriousness Flayn, I’ve never sang for an audience in my life. Doubt Seteth has either.”

(Jeralt) “You two doing a musical...hell, that’s something I’d pay to watch!”

(Byleth) “Agreed.”

(Shamir) “This sounds like a horrible idea. I’m in.”

(Manuela) “Hoho, so it’s decided then?”

Sara’s smile went away as Seteth’s eyes started to widen.

(Hanneman) “This will certainly provide an interesting result, whether or not their performances are absolutely horrid.”

(Seteth) “ABSOLUTELY NOT! I reject to this!”

(Sara) “Same here! I am NOT singing with some old fart!”

The door opened and everyone suddenly went quiet.

(Rhea) “I heard screaming from down the hall. Is everything alright?”

(Seteth) “L-Lady Rhea! I apologize for the commotion. In brief, they are recommending a musical performance with Valestein and I front and center together! It’s a bad plan, you must agree!”

(Rhea) “And who was the one who suggested it?”

(Flayn) “It was me, Lady Rhea. Our job is to create an interesting year for the students. correct? I thought this line of action would be sufficient enough for that requirement!”

(Seteth) “I apologize for her abhorrent idea.”

(Rhea) “I absolutely agree. This is a terrible idea-”

(Sara) “Oh thank Adios.”

(Rhea) “A terrible idea I would like to see come true as well.”

(Seteth) “HUH?!”

Rhea smiled at the two.

(Rhea) “If you are not to agree willingly, then I order you as Archbishop to sing with Instructor Valestein. The order goes to you as well, Sara.”

(Seteth) “B-But...!” sigh “As you wish, Lady Rhea. Please excuse me.”

Seteth left the room. Sara quickly followed out the door and headed straight for the bar.

(Shamir) “Wow, you DO have a sense of humor.”

(Catherine) “Hey, don’t speak like that to her!”

(Jeralt) “Oh man, this is gonna be a good time.”

(Byleth) snrk “I’ll uh, talk with Sara to make sure she’s sober enough to teach tomorrow.”

(Manuela) “Towa, can you get your maid to gather the most musically talented of Class VII? I must speak with Dorothea in writing our song!”

(Towa) “You got it, Manuela! Come on Angelica!”

(Flayn) “I wonder why they act as if they hate each other?”

(Hanneman) “Er...-”

(Manuela) “Don’t you DARE tell her!”

(Flayn) ???

Next week, day of the performance...

Manuela and Dorothea poured all their strength into writing the song that the two would perform, and afterwards gathered the students who could play musical instruments together.

After several rehearsals and days of hangover, the day of reckoning had arrived.

(Rhea) “It is my regret that due to complications, we are unable to perform with the White Heron Cup. However, we have brought in a substitute that I hope is satisfactory to make up for this unfortunate circumstance. A musical performance by our students and staff of the academy!”

Everyone clapped gently and watched as everyone got into positions.

(Manuela) “Oh, this is it Dorothea! Our genius coming to life!”

(Dorothea) “They better do this right, or I’m killing them!”

(Elliot) “Hah, I doubt their pride would let them fail!”

(Dorothea) “Come on, Ellie! This is THOSE two we’re talking about!”

(Emma) “Oh, here they come!”

Class VII and several of the staff in the audience began clapping and cheering, in a mocking but loving way.

(Rean) “You got this instructor!”

(Alisa) “Knock ‘em dead!”

(Millium) “WOOOOOOOO! SARAAAAAAA!”’

(Laura) “I’ve never seen a musical before, and I doubt THIS would be a good representation of one.”

(Jeralt) “Make this entertaining will ya?”

(Byleth) “I made bets with the mercs to say that this will end terribly!”

(Jeralt) “That’s my boy!”

(Machias) “100 mira says that blood’s gonna spill.”

(Sharon) “200 says we have to clean up the mess!”

(Fie) “I’ll take those odds.”

(Jusis) “Whose idea even was this?”

(Towa) “It was Flayn’s...I can’t say I agree that it’s a good plan though.”

(Angelica) “It’ll be funny at least!”

(Hanneman) “While I agree, you shouldn’t doubt Manuela and Dorothea’s musical capabilities. I’m sure we’re in for a surprise!”

(Catherine) “Crap, how much is Byleth betting?”

(Shamir) “100 gold I think. We should get the coins in before the song starts.”

Meanwhile, Sara and Seteth were standing next to each other, looking at the audience.

(Seteth) “This is just a fine mess you got us into!”

(Sara) “Psh, how is this MY fault?!”

(Seteth) “Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact YOU SAID TO FLAYN YOU WERE GOING TO MARRY ME?!”

(Sara) “Don’t you yell at me you old sonuvabitch! You should be lucky people other than Flayn suddenly pay attention to you! Thanks to my little joke, you’re able to even be in the spotlight!”

(Seteth) “AS IF IT’S SOMETHING TO BRAG ABOUT BEING WITH YOU! YOU’D BE WASTING AWAY IN THE BARS IF IT WERE NOT FOR ME AND LADY RHEA GIVING YOU THIS JOB! ONCE THIS IS OVER, FIND A MAN YOU CAN MARRY AND LEECH OFF OF, YOU ALCOHOLIC WENCH!”

(Sara) “HOW ABOUT I MARRY MY FOOT TO YOUR FACE, JACKASS?!”

(Seteth) “I’D LIKE YO SEE YOU TRY!”

Sara and Seteth grabbed each other’s collar ready to kill. Both rolling up their fists to punch.

When the curtains finally rolled back, most of the audience saw that they were about to murder each other. They quickly let go and cleared their throats.

(Flayn) “I wonder what love song Dorothea and Manuela wrote?”

(Manuela) “Band...BEGIN!”

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[You’re Nothing Without Me - City of Angels]

(Seteth)

You are some gumshoe,

You just don’t think well

Get this straight Valestein,

You can go straight to hell!

Is your mouth lonely,

With one foot in there?

Sara your brain only holds thoughts I put in there!

Just, what you are I’ll spell out:

You, are a major pain!

One speck of lint that fell out,

The last time that I picked my brain!

(Sara)

You are so jealous

Of my fight record!

Seteth do tell us your feeble hack record

Your weak knees brand you,

Soft and unstable!

One small threat,

And you fold like a card table!

You, drool at my adventures!

Your, broads in bed are bored!

Go, home and soak your dentures,

Your sword is no match for my gun!

(Sara/Seteth)

You're nothing!

Without me!

A no-one who'd go undefined!

You wouldn't exist,

You'd never be missed!

I tell you you're out of my mind!

A show off!

A blowhard!

You're equal parts hot air and gall!

And no one would doubt me,

Without me you're nothing at all!

(Seteth)

You're in my house,

I'm still your employer,

I call each shot,

I'm your private dic-tator!

(Sara)

You are so thick, you,

Eat, breathe, sleep fiction!

I'm your meal ticket,

Knee-deep in cheap fiction!

(Seteth)

You, gloating ignoramus!

You, haven’t any shame!

(Sara)

Hey, I’m a famous-shamus!

And most people don’t your name!

(Seteth) “Drunk.”

(Sara) “Uptight.”

(Seteth) “Child!”

(Sara) “Old man!”

(Seteth)

“BITCH!”

(Sara)

“ASSHOLE!”

(Sara/Seteth)

You’re nothing!

Without me!

Without me you’d just disappear!

Right into thin air,

And no one would care,

Or notice you ever were here!

A puppet!

An upstart!

A loser who's destined to fall!

I'm everything you always wanted to be!

Let's deal with the issue:

You wish you were me!

You're nothing without me!

Without me you're nothiiiiiiiiiing,

AT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!

---

Sara and Seteth were ready to go back to murdering each other before hearing a thunderous applause.

(Manuela) “GODDESS, WE DID IT DOROTHEA!”

(Dorothea) “HOLD ME! HAHAHAA-”

(Elliot) “That was a lot of fun...I-If not scary.”

(Emma) “We performed this so many times but it sounded like they didn’t even need the script to sing their hatred!”

(Flayn) “...That wasn’t a love song at all!”

(Catherine) “Ooooh crap. We owe Byleth money.”

(Shamir) “Good thing I betted for her.”

(Catherine) “YOU TRAITOR!”

(Byleth) “Hah, got some good cash tonight!”

(Jeralt) “Son of a...I lost to my own kid in a gamble...”

(Fie) “Hah, I got some Mira from you, Machias!”

(Machias) “Damn it!”

(Rean) “That was amazing! Good job you guys!”

Sara and Seteth bowed before heading out of the room.

(Sara) “Hmph. Not bad, considering it’s you.”

(Seteth) “I could say the same. Now, let us never speak of this again.”

(Sara) “Agreed. I’m going to drink myself to death tonight to forget all about this.”

(Seteth) “Please do...”

They both went their separate ways for that night. Seteth was found in his room face first into his pillow by Flayn while Sara was carried home by Byleth after being too drunk.

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hyperionshipping · 4 years ago

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4, 6, 9, and 13 for Messenger!!! 💕

Dust thanks for letting me just go ham about Messenger

How did your s/i feel when they first met your f/o(s)? How do they feel about them now?

Demo: Messenger thought Demo was a bit loud but not in a bad way! He thought Demo would absolutely be a cool friend, and did not expect to catch feelings like he did. Now? “THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!!! SWEET, SWEET, BABE! HANDSOME MAN!” Messenger loves him SO much. Demo is his best friend and his boyfriend and he’s so happy to be with him

Also for fun here’s the platonic f/o’s and Sniper! Also Spy I guess :/

Pyro: Messenger didn’t know why some of the Mercs were iffy about Pyro. They seemed nice and Messenger just assumed he was missing something. Pyro was always nice to him when he first started coming on base. Now? That’s his fuckin’ friend. He loves to hang out with Pyro and do silly little things. Sometimes they also just cuddle because Pyro knows he’s touch starved and they will not have it. Messenger would die for Pyro but he also knows Pyro can absolutely handle themselves.

Scout: Man! This guy talks fast -- hey wait is that a Boston accent? OH He’s trans? I’m trans! Friend? Friend! Basically, Scout and Messenger honestly hit it off pretty quick. Scout’s one of Messenger’s ride or die friends. Prank buddy and the man who has absolutely tried to be wingman before he and Demo officially got together. Messenger and Scout both went “We can be annoying together actually! And that IS the other mercs problem actually.”

Sniper: Look, Messenger didn’t have a good dad and Sniper gave dad vibes. Messenger did think Sniper lowkey hated him when he first started working but that was Messenger’s fault for going “well he hasn’t talked to me -> I have somehow done something wrong and upset him despite us talking a total of 3 times -> he hates my guts”. They both started talking more and the worry went away. Y’all already know what it’s like now. Sorry Sniper but you absolutely got stuck with a son my dude, there is no escaping it

Spy: Messenger saw Spy like two times when he first started out. His first impressions were from Scout who clearly didn't love him. Messenger’s own first opinions were just a man who was very confident in himself. Now, of course, Messenger is out to get him. Messenger doesn’t outright hate Spy but he doesn’t love him either. If you asked him Messenger would still say Spy’s a friend but they aren’t close. He loves to push Spy’s buttons honestly. Its been fun to watch Spy get frustrated with trying to figure out how he also just disappears

Has your s/i undergone any design/story changes since they were first made?

The biggest one, and really the only one that matters is I was gonna have him be another class but I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to do the class. He was gonna be The Trickster (Tricks) or The Demon. I’m not good at ideas or designing things -- that’s kinda obvious

Does your s/i have any hobbies that you don't have?

Not really, I do most of the little hobbies Messenger does. He’s way better at writing in his journals than I am though. He writes daily I don’t

Would you ever want to cosplay as your s/i?

Oh sure! It’d be fun

#tricks answers #mutual tag

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heartsandmiinds · 5 years ago

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Just a quick little tag for those who might be interested in this, mostly tagging people that have interacted with Ralhy more than once (or how ever many people I can remember interacting with Ralhy lol)

@beautifulpcople, @selina-taylor, @mangledmenagerie, @malicendredwine

The Evolution of Ralhy Navane

ages 13 to 33

Her entire life, Ralhy has never known a day of happiness, love or care of any kind. Her parents had stopped even looking in her direction when she could do even the most basic thing for herself. She had learned to do mostly everything by herself. She walked to school by herself, she did her work by herself, and because she had never known any sort of care it scarred her in learning how to make friends or even asking for help in class if she didn’t understand something. Every time her grades would slip and her parents would be called in for a meeting nothing ever happened. And from ages 5-8 she was a relatively mute child.

Because she was deemed as ‘weird’, a ‘loner’, and the ever popular term ‘freak’, she didn’t have any friends but only those that would either taunt her, tease her, or physically bully her. It was because of these people that her anxiety and panic attacks had finally begun at such an early age. She had also started forming her own weapons when she was 13, not for use on anyone else, but to cut herself and attempt to calm herself down or just to simply numb her own pain, internally and emotionally. She had absolutely no one in her life, and very little options when it came to trying to get herself some help in the only way she could come up with.

It wasn’t long after she had turned 13 that the bullies had started coming after her for being different from everyone else and quiet.

When she was 16, she had gotten more bruises than she’d ever had before. She had scabs, scrapes, and scratches. Black eyes, busted lips, and just being all but trampled on for three years had been enough. She had taken to hiding at first until she could heal the last of her injuries and when she was finally able to move and use her body was when she had gone to the fight club in the Narrows. While there, she had finally made a few of her first friends, watched the fights and then finally she learned how to fight for herself. She used everything that she had learned from the most experienced fighters there and used every single technique, both with and without weapons, on the ones that had brought her so much hell.

She had given them ten times what they had given her over the years, and a new feeling had started to grow within Ralhy. Her first taste of adrenaline and wanting to do more was absolutely intoxicating to her. So, when she had gotten rid of her bullies, eventually she had driven all of them out of the school and no one ever came near her after, she had joined the fight club. She had gone through what they called the ‘trial matches’ just to see if she could really get into something like that, and also time for her to change her mind about anything. Then she slowly moved up within the club, but her taste for wanting more and wanting to do more as far as that only skyrocketed. She even began to start stealing what she needed in places while before she would just think about wanting something but never go into the store to get it because of her lack of funds.

Even when she had started getting paid for her fights, she continued to steal. Although along with her new habits, new attitude and new age of 18, she had picked up another habit. She had found another way to cope with her stress and her anxiety and panic attacks that she was still having on a weekly basis. She took up the habit of smoking. First, she started just taking the cigarettes that were given to her by the local talent at the fight club. She found it was a much less destructive way of cutting herself and she liked the feeling of it.

However, it didn’t completely numb her pain so she continued to find other ways to give her the same feelings she was used to having to help her. Cigarettes mostly just helped her to settle, but nothing as particularly lasting as her other methods. So, she looked to and found other methods she could utilize and began to start smoking marijuana as well. And along with that, she kept looking for more and more things and her efforts to be free of the pain and the hurt she was feeling so deeply had brought her to more extreme depths, including illegal binge drinking. She had stolen from anywhere she could get in from clubs with less than diligent bouncers, of course the regular liquor stores, and just knicking them from others when they weren’t looking. The latter was mostly done at the fight club. Of her methods and measures to keep her pain at bay, drinking was the most helpful option to her.

Along with her new interests, things were only getting more unbearable and terrible at home. She was getting more and more tortured by her parents. If she was either drunk or high, she would forget that she needed to go through her bedroom window rather than the front door at a certain time so that she wouldn’t be the victim of their anger. If she was so much as spotted by them, she would be reminded of how tame her former bullies had been compared to them. She never had plates being aimed directly at her head from her former bullies, or very nearly missing a knife being plunged into her hand if she so much as stepped into the kitchen. It was especially worse if (and this was most often the case) she had come in after yet another argument they had had, which was near constant.

After very nearly missing a punch that her father had tried to land on her when he was drunkenly aiming for her mother, she had completely snapped. She threw him into the nearest wall and slammed his head repeatedly into the stove top and then put the exclamation point on the end with a half full glass bottle of whiskey going right over his head before she had gotten out of the house, more fumed than ever before.

She wasn’t under the influence of anything this time, this was pure hatred and anger that fueled her fire, making it almost unbearable to ignore. She didn’t want to ignore it, she wanted to embrace it. So, she headed down to The Merc where she had armed herself with an axe, a .44 magnum, and even a mallet (purely getting it because the handle was red, she didn’t end up using it, however). There was no time to waste after that, the beating she had given out was going to be the beginning of the end. She was riding this need to its ultimate end, and the entire way back to the rickety house, she was smiling the entire way there, and laughter followed as she slayed her parents down.

Ralhy had thought that slaying her parents would make her feel better, which it had, but she had no idea that the best moments of her life were about to happen. She was finally going to be happy, even within the confines of Arkham Asylum. On her first day in the asylum, she had met the man who would change her entire life. The one person that she could see as an absolute equal and the one who would become the love of her life, which she was more than happy to have him as the main focal point. Everything would begin to revolve around none other than Jerome Valeska.

After only knowing him for minutes, Ralhy knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Jerome. She wasn’t just enamored, but she was finally feeling her first bouts of happiness. Before it was something she only saw others portray in front of her, but to actually feel it. To finally feel something so euphoric and to be able to spend time with someone like Jerome, she knew she didn’t want anything else. Even if it meant spending the rest of their lives in Arkham.

The two had spent their time together in and out of Arkham, having their own fun in Gotham, and there was never one moment where Ralhy wasn’t by Jerome’s side in one way or another. However, even though he had escaped death once, the second time he wasn’t so lucky.

She had told him not to go up on that roof, she had told him if he were to get shot that he should just head right to the car and they could take care of him when they were out of dodge. The idiot, of course, didn’t listen to her and ran up to the roof. She had followed right after him, but just as she had gotten up there she wasn’t in time. He was falling and Jim Gordon had just let it happen. She was determined to follow and even made a step off of the building so that the two could get their escape from Gotham after all, but the next thing she knew she was cuffed in the GCPD.

Everything had gone in slow motion for a long time. She had no idea what her feelings were, she felt a harsh emptiness, she had blamed herself, she had fallen deep into her own mind to where it was mistakenly diagnosed for about three months that she was in a vegetable state. She sat there in Arkham, not aware of anything going on around her as she sat in her cell in Arkham Asylum.

When she had finally gotten out of her vegetable state, and the only person she had left to call a friend, Selina, had broken her out of Arkham, she had to try and figure out how to pick up the pieces. First, she had to figure out the most pressing question: Would she continue with her life or not? What was a life without Jerome really like? Could she even live like that, or face a life like that? She had been so happy for so long with him, she had completely forgotten what it was like to feel this way, although the feeling of pure loneliness was ever more present and daunting as it weighed upon her entire body. So much so that not only were destructive thoughts clouding her mind, but hallucinations were too. And along with hallucinations came several suicide attempts.

She had tried slitting her wrists, sleeping pills, she had been reckless when she did go out (which was rarely) by walking across the street and praying that someone wouldn’t stop while barreling down the streets. She had even near successfully hung herself before Selina had come in to stop her. She had started having even more trouble sleeping than normal, even developing a fear of sleeping alone in a bed which was why she had tried to sleep on the couch, but still nothing was able to put her to sleep unless she resorted to either smoking or just injecting herself, which only caused more hallucinations of Jerome. Like he was taunting her, torturing her...blaming her. Guilt and Grief were her worst enemies and the only time she would frighteningly lash out would be if she ever caught sight of a couple. Thinking it was a tactic to torture her more, although she had been stopped by Selina mostly, however once she had been able to exact her own “revenge”, so to speak on an innocent couple. She was utterly deranged, unhinged, and scorned for a very long time and in the worst possible state of mind.

Ten years later, Ralhy is now 33 and still doing her best to cope with her greatest loss. She had a few little opportunities to start building her life again. She had a little club in the Narrows she looked over for about a year until she had decided to get a place of her own, or well a place that was currently vacant of an owner. That place being Fish Mooney’s old club, and she only hoped that she could do Fish proud. She had met her a time or two during her life, and she had taught her some very important lessons. She would always tell Ralhy to be her own woman, and to not let any man or anyone else to keep her down and take anything she wanted with an iron fist and a strong will. She remembered even staying at Fish’s club some nights when she didn’t want to go home. She had unfortunately lost contact with Fish when she had been carted off to Arkham, but she had made sure that Ralhy still had the ear of Carmine Falcone if she ever needed anything.

About a year before her 33rd birthday, Ralhy had been feeling that particular itch. She needed more than just this club. She needed more destruction, she wanted to cause some havoc and Jerome was ever more present on her mind than before. She had to get back to what she was best at which was keeping Gotham on the edge of burning and turning it into the mass of insanity it pretended it wasn’t. She wanted to start off small and build up from there, so she had decided to get her lower level thugs together to put a bomb scare into action.

Not long after the little fiasco, her club was one of many other places that were searched, and hers was the one that had minimal evidence while the other places were deemed to be clean. She could have scoffed at that because no place in the Narrows were clean, and that was of course where the useless GCPD had decided to check instead of anywhere else. So, with Ralhy being their only suspect, they had put her right back in Arkham Asylum, where she spent most of her time with her brother’s twin, Jeremiah Valeska who was feigning to be brain dead. Since he wasn’t talking, she had decided to vent anything she needed out to him because no matter how much time had passed she always had something going on in her mind about Jerome. She had even taken to telling Jeremiah their entire history together, everything she felt when she was with him, and, of course, some of their personal bedroom stories just to see what would happen.

When the GCPD had started to interrogate those lower level thugs Ralhy had gotten together for the bomb scare, one of the weakest ones in the group had been the one to break and reveal everything that would be the reason Ralhy had been transferred from Arkham to Blackgate Prison. She had taken the transfer easily, not even being a bother since she knew that eventually she would have been found out. She had friends in Blackgate though, so that was another reason she didn’t make too much of a scene.

While in Blackgate, she had formed a little gang of admirers, caught up with a few friends, and caused a little chaos within the Prison, ultimately having a good time at first. However, it wasn’t too long into her stay when she had been separated from all of her friends and admirers so that she wouldn’t be so much trouble. She was put into an isolation cell, devoid of anyone but guards near her. The guards that were purposefully stationed outside of her cell were all those who she had given a hard time before. They were more than happy to get their frustrations out by delivering harsh beatings to her at least three times a day or whenever they could find the time where they wouldn’t be seen. The beatings went on for about three months before she had thought to take a cue from Jeremiah and feigned a very believable vegetable state. This underwhelmed the guards, who had notified the warden about her condition and he deemed that she was to be sent back to Arkham Asylum.

Upon her return to the asylum, she had been placed in the basements by the guards, only a few select people knew of her arrival but certainly none that wanted to help her. The guards that were aware of her presence were no kinder than the ones at Blackgate purely because of how she had manipulated them and tortured them when she was in the asylum with Jerome, and the beatings only continued until she was able to escape with barely a single breath left in her body.

#ʷʰᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ? (evolution tag.)#ralhy evolution.#beautifulpcople #selina-taylor #malicendredwine #mangledmenagerie #btw yes this is the big project i was talking about lol

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lousimusician · 6 years ago

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You've Changed

Peter Parker x Merc!Reader

Summary: Peter had broken up with the reader to protect her and after months of not speaking he finds out she's not the same.

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F/N L/N had first met Peter Parker freshmen year. The moment their eyes landed on each other they knew they were both goners. They had instantly become friends and it didn't take too long after that for the two to start dating. The relationship had went well for them and they were both happy. So when Peter started acting weird and distant, F/N naturally got worried. But it seemed that she could do nothing as all her attempts to get her boyfriend back went unnoticed. So... she stopped trying. It didn't come much as a surprise when Peter broke up with her in the beginning of Sophomore year, but she couldn't help herself from breaking down in front of him. F/N quickly left his apartment after he did and walked down the streets of Queens.

Now Peter Parker didn't want to break up with his girlfriend. Actually it was the last thing he wanted to do. But after he was bitten by that spider he had to do a lot of things he wouldn't have done otherwise. He had to keep you safe. If you ever got hurt from him being Spider-Man, he wouldn't know how to live with himself. So he had to break up with her even though he felt just as broken as she looked.

Peter trudged into school the next day with bags under his eyes as he walked to his locker, being greeted by Ned.

"Hey, Peter, you look terrible."

Peter sighed, "Thanks."

"What happened?"

"I broke up with F/N last night."

"Seriously!?" Ned gasped, "I thought you loved her or something?"

Peter sighed once again, "I do."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"Because with me being... y'know, it's just too dangerous to be with her. I don't know what I'd do if she got hurt."

"Oh, that sucks man. How'd she take it?"

Peter closed his eyes and leaned his head against his locker, like it was almost painful to speak, "She..she broke down in tears and-and she said it was okay and that she was kind of expecting it with how distant I've been. God, I didn't even realize what I put her through these past few months."

Ned frowned, trying to think of something comforting to say to his heartbroken friend, "It's okay, maybe that's better than you just breaking up with her when she thinks you two were doing great."

"I guess.. let's just get to class."

Peter hadn't seen F/N that day which both relieved and hurt him. He couldn't bear to think about what she was going through if she hadn't shown up to school, since she rarely missed it. He was relieved though, because he knew if he saw her he'd probably start to cry. As soon as the final bell rang, Peter had ran out of the school building to become Spider-Man so he could take his mind off of her.

Days had passed and F/N hadn't shown up to school, which made Peter worry some more. She never missed school and now she hadn't shown up for two weeks. He made the decision to check up on her as his alter-ego one day, but it seemed he didn't have to as she came to school that day.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted F/N sitting at a table in the cafeteria all alone. His heart breaking once again at the sight. Her only friends had been him and Ned and now since he broke up with her, she had lost her only friends.

He studied F/N. She looked awful. Dark circles were under her eyes, her hair was a mess, and she looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

He tore his gaze away from her.

'I'm protecting her.'

Months had passed and Peter forced himself to move on from F/N. Although he never really could he did the best he can. He focused more on his work as Spider-Man and kept Queens safe. Junior year was starting and Peter found himself trying to find a new criminal that had just shown up a few months prior. This criminal was murdering people. It was getting frustrating to the least, everytime he had shown up to find this person they were gone. But unfortunately as the school year started, Peter couldn't keep himself occupied 24/7 with finding this murderer.

Peter sat with Ned in physics which they were glad to find out they had together. The rest of the class had filed in, but he stopped breathing when he saw his ex-girlfriend walk into class. Peter had heard Ned gasp quietly beside him.

"Whoah, is that F/N."

F/N was absolutely stunning. Peter had always thought she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen but she was somehow even more beautiful. F/N walked into the classroom with a confidence he's never seen her with before and everyone's eyes had landed on her. She held and dressed herself completely different than she had last year. She no longer wore her simple t-shirt's, jeans, and sneakers, but instead wore clothes that showed her curves and exactly how attractive she was. Peter was in complete awe of her.

Her eyes landed on Peter and he turned red. All she did was flash a beautiful smile that took his breath away before taking her seat next to some girl.

The teacher had walked in after the last student. "Alright, let's begin."

Peter tried to pay attention to the teacher, he really did. But he couldn't help it when his gaze would drift over to F/N. He would become entranced just by watching her run her fingers through her hair. Peter couldn't believe that this was the same girl he dated for so many months.

"....er... ter... Peter...Peter Parker!." Peter snapped out of the trance he was in and gave his teacher his attention.

"Good, now that you seem to be done ogling L/N, I can finish explaining the details to your first project." Peter's cheeks turned red at his teachers statement and when you turned to look at him. "So this will be due next Friday and I already gave you partners." The classroom groaned, "Oh, quiet, here are your partners..." Peter had zoned out again when he saw you pull out your phone and hide it from the teacher's view. He knew it was wrong to look at someone else's text's but he couldn't help but squint at the lit screen. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw the person you were texting was named "$Hooded Guy$". "Why isn't it Parker's lucky day." Peter looked back at his teacher, "You're working with L/N." His eyes widened.

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It was the next day and Peter stared at F/N while she worked on her half of the physics project on his bedroom floor.

"You're staring again Parker."

He quickly averted his gaze, "S-sorry."

She put down her pencil and looked up, "Just so you know, I'm not mad or upset that you broke up with me."

"Y-You're not?"

"Nope." She said popping the 'P'. "I moved on, it's okay now."

Peter couldn't help but feel sad at that. The girl he still loved and admired was over him.

"O-oh, okay then."

F/N furrowed her brows, but before she could say anything she was cut off by her phone vibrating. She picked it up and sighed after reading the screen. "Ugh, I gotta go. I'll finish the rest of this at home. See ya later Parker."

"Oh, uh bye." Peter said awkwardly as he watched her pack up her stuff and leave the bedroom.

He stood up and fell on his bed, groaning into the pillow. He laid there a few minutes before he felt the hairs on his arm stand up straight. This seemed to brighten his mood as he knew what that meant. Peter quickly undressed and put on his suit and stealthily climbed out his bedroom window.

"Ah, thank God." Spider-Man began swinging from building to building to find the problem.

He started to hear shouting from an alleyway and headed towards it. Peter made sure to be extremely quiet when he finally reached the alleyway. He poked his head around the building and a quiet gasp left his lips.

'It's them, the criminal, I caught him.... her?' For some reason it didn't cross Peter's mind that the murderer would be a girl, but nevertheless he had to stop them. He saw that her suit was similar to his except it had a hood and their mask only covered her eyes. His eyes widened as she raised a gun and pointed it at some man's head.

Peter shot a web at the gun knocking it out of her hands. She turned towards him.

"Oh god damnit, and I was doing so well avoiding you too." She said exasperatedly, the man beside her tried to make a run for it, "Ah, ah, ah, Where do you think you're going." She grabbed the collar of his shirt.

Peter paused when he recognized the voice, "....F/N?"

The girl squinted her eyes, "Peter?"

Realization rushed over Peter and so many questions began running through his head. "W-wait, WHAT! H-HOW!? HOW ARE YOU THE MURDERER!?"

"Okay, no need to get hysterical. Geez your loud. Just give me a second." F/N bent down to pick up her gun.

"Ah! No that's bad F/N." Peter quickly shot another web at the gun sticking it to the ground.

"For the love of God, Peter!" F/N grabbed a knife that was strapped to her ankle and sliced the man's throat before Peter could even think.

"Holy shit, F/N! You just- oh my God!" He started pacing back and forth.

"Ugh, I hate knives, guns are so much more efficent. Come on Pete." She grabbed his wrist and the next thing Peter knew he was on top of some building, beside F/N.

"What-how?"

"Okay you seriously need to calm down." She said letting go of him. He took off his mask.

"Calm down?! Y-you're a killer, F/N! How can I calm down?"

F/N rubbed her temples, "Ugh, alright fine. It's story time Parker. Remember the night you broke up with me." Peter nodded, feeling a little guilty at the reminder. "Okay, well I went home feeling like shit blah blah blah, found out my father's a complete psycho, turns out mad scientist's are really a thing. I'm not too sure what happened but he did some tests on me and voila, I can teleport."

"B-but why are you a murderer. You don't have to do that, you could be a hero."

F/N scoffed, "Pfft, ha, me, a hero, you're funny Parker. Nah, I'm not interested in that lifestyle. I'm a merc."

"Merc?"

"Short for mercenary. I kill people for money. Now that's more my style."

"H-how did that happen?"

"Couple months ago. I ran into some guy, I thought he was some superhero, well that is until he opened his mouth. The guy was a mercenary and a complete idiot. Saw what I can do and told me about his job, decided it wasn't a bad idea. And guess what Peter."

"What?"

"I love it. I'm set for life. I make so much money doing this, it's pretty awesome."

Peter looked down, "You've changed."

"Eh, maybe a little. But quite frankly, I don't care." Peter looked upset. "Aw, don't be sad, Pete. I haven't completely changed." She walked closer, their faces inches apart making Peter's breath hitch. "And it seems you haven't either." She said in a whisper.

F/N leaned up and placed a quick kiss on the corner of Peter's mouth. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

F/N had disappeared in a flash leaving Peter by himself.

'Congratulations Peter, you're in love with a murderer.'

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spider man: homecoming #spiderman #marvel

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