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grailfinders · 4 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #150: Merlin

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re finishing the last build in Observer on Timeless Temple, the man who broke the meta, Merlin! I’ll be honest, I really wasn’t expecting we’d make it this far. Anyway, you’re a Divination Wizard, because no shit. You’re a wizard, you can see the future, you kinda cheat at life, everything else just falls into place. You’re also a Fighter, because you also keep a shortsword stashed in your staff in case of emergencies.

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: A dimension-hopping bisexual. That’s not a phrase I ever thought I’d say, but I’m glad I did.

Race and Background

Merlin’s half Incubus, giving him immense magical power. Thankfully we can match that lineage one for one with the Abyssal Tiefling, an old UA that gives you +2 Intelligence, +1 Charisma, Darkvision, Abyssal Fortitude for half your level (rounded down, minimum 1) in extra HP, and Abyssal Arcana. That last one’s a bit complicated, so give us a second.

Each long rest, you randomly get one of six cantrips by rolling a d6 (aside from the one you just had, you have to re-roll if that happens). You can get Dancing Lights, True Strike, Light, Message, Spare the Dying, or Prestidigitation. You can cast that cantrip like you would any other cantrip at your disposal, although awkwardly enough they never mention what ability score you would use to cast it. (I would assume Charisma, but feel free to argue with your DM.) After you finish another long rest, replace the old cantrip with a new one.

Being stranded on the other side of the world makes you the premier Hermit, giving you proficiency with Arcana and Religion.

Ability Scores

You know literally everything, so make your Intelligence as high as possible. You also don’t have much difficulty avoiding the consequences of your actions, so it’s safe to say your Dexterity is pretty good too. You managed to catfish a not insignificant portion of the human race during the Goetia Crisis, so your Charisma is up there as well. Your Constitution isn’t as strong, you’re pretty much unkillable but I’ll be damned if Quetz didn’t try. Your Wisdom is rather low- you thought betraying the second sun was a good idea- but we’re dumping Strength. You are wizard, no big surprise.

Class Levels

1. First level wizards get proficiency in Intelligence and Wisdom saves, as well as History (you were there for quite a bit of it) and Insight (you watch people long enough eventually you notice patterns).

You also learn how to cast Spells using your Intelligence. Like all wizards you get an obscene number of spells, so we’ll just mention the ones that are very important to the character here, though the character sheet has a full list.

Mage Armor, of course is super important for any wizard, as is your caster balls (Magic Missile). I’d also grab Charm Person to make the whole Magi Marie thing a bit easier. You can also get Find Familiar, if you really want Cath Palug that badly.

Lastly, you get an Arcane Recovery, letting you regain spell slots with a total level equal to half your level rounded up on a short rest once per long rest. Not having slots sucks, don’t do that.

2. Second level wizards learn a specialty, and Divination basically lets you cheat at everything thanks to your Portents. At the end of a long rest, you roll two 20s and save those results. At any time before your next long rest, you can use one of those results to replace an attack, save, or ability roll you can see, once per turn. If you roll high, give it to Artoria. If you roll low, still give it to Artoria, it’ll be funny.

You also become a Divination Savant, making it cheaper and easier to copy divination spells.

3. Third level wizards get second level spells, but your Abyssal Arcana also grows stronger, giving you a random first level spell each long rest as well. You cast these spells as if you were using a second level spell slot once per long rest. They are Burning Hands, Charm Person, Magic Missile, Cure Wounds, Tasha’s Hideous Laughter, and Thunderwave. You’re a Grand Caster candidate, so it’s not like there’s a reason you couldn’t cast any of those.

We’re also spending your spells this level to enhance party members, with Enhance Ability and Magic Weapon helping out in and out of combat.

4. I know we just got cure wounds last level, but that’s a one in six chance of using it once per long rest. I’d hardly call that meta breaking. We’ll fix that by using your first Ability Score Improvement to grab the Magic Initiate feat, giving you the spells Light, Minor Illusion, and Cure Wounds more consistently (the last one is still once per long rest though).

5. Fifth level Abyssal Tieflings get one last boost to their Abyssal Arcana, giving them one of six second level spells each long rest. You could get Alter Self, Darkness, Invisibility, Levitate, Mirror Image, or Spider Climb.

You also learn Dispel Magic to break through Tiamat’s Chaos Tide.

6. Sixth level divination wizards have Expert Divination, recharging lower level spell slots after expending another spell slot on a divination spell. The recharged slot also has to be 5th level or lower, but that’s hardly an issue right now. Very useful for someone who’s technically in another plane most of the time.

You also learn Major Image, for stronger illusory power, and Haste to make a chosen warrior more of a hero.

7. We’re now going to bounce over to Fighter real quick, you’re surprisingly quick to pull a sword on someone if you feel like it. The Dueling fighting style adds 2 to your weapon damage with one handed weapons, and Second Wind lets you spend a bonus action to heal yourself.

8. Second level fighters get an Action Surge, letting you add an extra action to your turn once per short rest.

9. For your fourth level spells, Hallucinatory Terrain will give your allies a glimpse of Avalon (healing and NP charge not included).

10. Use this ASI to bump up your Intelligence, and learn Charm Monster to keep Cath Palug from smacking you upside the head for the eight billionth time.

11. With fifth level spells you can finally insert yourself into others’ dreams thanks to the spell Dream. It takes a minute to cast, but afterwards you can enter a trance to hop into a target’s dreams. You can shape the dream to your liking, or just watch the fireworks. You can also turn into a nightmare to deal psychic damage and prevent any benefits from that sleep if the target fails a wisdom save.

12. Tenth level divination wizards can use The Third Eye to gain one special kind of sight each short rest as an action. You can choose form Darkvision, sight into the Ethereal Plane, the ability to Read any Language, or the ability to see invisible objects and creatures.

13. Sixth level spells like Mental Prison make things a lot harder for your enemies, charming one target creature if it fails an intelligence save. If it succeeds, it only takes some psychic damage. If it fails, it takes the damage and it becomes surrounded by an illusionary prison, so it can’t move, see, or hear anything beyond its space. If it’s forcibly moved out, or is attacked/attacks through the illusion, it takes even more psychic damage and the spell ends.

14. If you’re going with the standard array, you’ve probably noticed by now that your intelligence is currently odd. Thankfully we can fix that and make your DM’s life so much harder all at once thanks to the feat Keen Mind, which we’re picking up with this level’s ASI. Your Intelligence goes up by one, you have a great sense of direction and timing, and you have eidetic memory of the last month.

15. Seventh level spells like Mirage Arcane are another bump in power, letting you warp the landscape in a square mile around you. You can even add your fancy looking tower to the illusion now! Still not a lot of healing though.

16. Your last divination goody is the feature Greater Portent, letting your roll three d20s per day instead of two. Yeah, portent’s just kinda busted.

17. Eighth level spells like Illusory Dragon are a massive upgrade, almost as powerful as you usually are. This lets you make a dragon illusion that takes up space, is tangible, and can really breathe fire. I’m not entirely sure how this is an illusion, if I’m being honest.

18. Use this ASI to bump up your Dexterity for less dying and more stabbing. You also learn the spell Demiplane, to create your own Avalon! As long as you don’t mind your Avalon being a 30′ cube room and nothing else. Still, it’s hard to beat that level of security.

19. Seventeenth level wizards get ninth level spells. Seriously, just grab as many as you can. Merlin’s a grand caster, literally nothing is beyond his reach, certainly not anything a D&D character could do.

20. Eighteenth level wizards gain Spell Mastery over a first and second level spell, letting you cast them at their lowest level like cantrips. Silent Image and Magic Weapon are both good for support, I’d pick those. It’s not a huge issue if you change your mind later, too- you can change spells after 8 hours of study. You also learn True Polymorph. Artoria’s gotta father a child somehow.

Pros:

With your maxed out intelligence, plus ways to confuse your enemies and buff your allies, you make for a pretty good support caster. I doubt that comes as a surprise.

Divination wizards are kinda busted? Three portents per long rest can seriously reshape a campaign if you’re smart with them.

Wish is also kinda busted? You know how a lot of builds I mention not getting to ninth level spells as a con? Now you get to find out why.

Cons:

You’re squishy, which also isn’t too surprising. With an AC of 16 and HP barely scratching past one hundred, You probably won’t want to actually use your sword that often.

Despite healing being the big draw of your FGO counterpart, we didn’t really get that much in this build. You get one to two uses of Cure Wounds per day, plus your second wind. Not exactly meta defining.

Most illusions and buff spells use concentration, so good luck holding onto those with a con save of +1. It also means you have to pick and choose what you’re doing at any one time.

#fgo #Fate Grand Order #D&D 5e #DND #Merlin #Wizard #Fighter

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rfadaydreaming · 4 years ago

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the rfa playing minecraft

oh the chaos a mysme minecraft server would bring ♡

jumin

• does not know how to move in any direction except straight

• keeps falling into caves because he just… walks

• stands there in the dark for a few seconds to process what happened

• “the game broke, i cannot see”

• yoosung is like wtf how is it broken

• cave noises start to happen

• “h elp”

• seven has to track him down and it takes absolutely forever just because jumin does not know where he is… not even a hint... he was just walking around

• finally seven finds him and brings him up with a fishing pole, but when he finally gets him up, they both get blown up by a creeper

• “i don’t like this game very much.”

• has a house with v because there’s no way in hell he’s about to share a home with zen

• their house is actually so cute, modern on the outside but super cozy and cute on the inside

• here’s some reference pictures of what i think their house would look like !! starter home / end game home

• his room is so naked omg v comes in and adds a desk, some pictures, plants, just to make it more homey

• has so many cats to the point where it lags HEAVILY when you enter his room, it’s just a giant barrage of meows

• his playstyle is fishing, taming cats, naming cats, fishing again

• he gets lost in the boats so much though, you have to come save him because he’s stranded in the middle of the ocean

• you show up and there’s a cow stuck in the back of his boat, he’s starving to death, the phantom is killing him

• but the nice part about fishing all the time is he gets really good loot and enchantments so he’ll give them to whoever wants them since… well he doesn’t really need them

• except zen omg he gives him like. chain link boots, seaweed, paper

• zen breaks into his room and takes whatever he wants though because jumin doesn't know how to make a locked chest

• he’s honestly just here for the vibes, he’ll lay on his bed even when no one else is sleeping and listen to what everyone’s talking about in the voice chat

• you cannot even see him on his bed because it’s just a sea of cats + a drop in frame rate the second you open up his door

zen

• he’s so bad with technology so he has to read the tutorial like three times before he plays

• takes awhile to get used to the controls so he’ll stop walking, jump over a block, pause, keep on walking

• it’s cute to watch actually

• he follows everyone else around and likes to pretend he knows what he’s doing? but really doesn’t

• beats the shit out of jumin for just existing

• gets stuck in a village well and silently flips out because he’s too embarrassed to ask for help

• jumin finds him and they just stare at each other in silence… jumin figures out how to hit him one singular time before running away

• he lives in a dirt home with the green top for so long it’s actually embarrassing

• inside is just a torch, furnace, crafting table, basic bed and chest literally just a straight mans home

• it’s so ugly

• v tries to spruce it up a little because he just does not like to look at it… every time he walks by he gets the ick

• jaehee eventually adopts him out of pity and they live together, but she has to do all the hard work

• their house looks like this

• he mooches so hard oh my god she’ll spend an entire day cycle mining only for him to take all the iron and make himself a silly little outfit

• she never complains though because he’s really appreciative about it

• will give her little flowers in exchange for outfit materials

• and of course gives you flowers just because you’re you

• leaves them in a pot in your room with a sign that has a little winky face

• is always changing his clothes, every time he wakes up he changes into something different

• jaehee works so hard to find diamonds for him so he can be the first to have some diamond armor

• seven kills him the second he steps out of his house and snatches it from his dead corpse

• zen’s playstyle is just following everyone else around and pretending to help but he doesn’t do much, being sweet to jaehee and you, annoying jumin

• he gets bored easily so he doesn’t play for very long :( also gets mad at jumin and rage quits omg

yoosung

• absolutely loves minecraft and he’s been playing for years, he’s really good at it!!

• so sweet and fun to play with hehe he’s like the cheery little team leader

• helps everyone get settled and works hard to make sure the newbies have a nice amount of starter materials

• even if they die and lose them all he’s like “oh that’s okay don’t sweat it you guys!!” and runs to get them new stuff

• hums to the music while he’s playing, always updates people on what he’s doing and asks if anyone needs anything

• a man on a mission, gets to work on gathering materials with jaehee the second the game loads in, knows exactly what he’s doing

• he’ll move fast to make a quick little community house for everyone to sleep in for the night

• doesn’t like the day one dirt homes it gives him anxiety

• it’s a little small but cozy!! makes everyone a chest and puts a sign above it with their name on it

• adds a “:D” at the end of everyone’s names on the signs, but a “♡” to your name only!!

• zen goes off and makes his gross little dirt house because he doesn’t wanna sleep next to jumin

• he ends up just expanding off the community house once everyone leaves and lives solo with his little parrots

• unless you want to join him!! go ahead he’d love the company

• so nervous in caves and will only go into the shallow parts where the sun still hits, a very silent miner because he’s concentrating

• he’ll go deeper into mines when seven and saeran are with him but he almost pees his pants when the cave noises start to play

• gets startled so easily and screams whenever something happens, it's so loud that the mic automatically cuts it off– so you hear 0.2 seconds of a scream, dead silence, then suddenly “yoosung fell from a high place” it’s so funny

• 9 times out of 10 seven pushed him off too

• takes it seriously, wants to play until the end of the game but everyone else is busy running around with gremlin energy

• his playstyle is a little bit of everything, he’s not a bad builder but he doesn’t spend too much time on it. goal for him is survival and exploration

• if anyone needs anything he’ll run to get it without a second thought doesn’t get the appreciation he deserves >:(

• seven picks on him so much oh my god, once he asked him to come help mine diamonds but actually pushed him into lava and yoosung started to cry

• everyone made seven feel kind of bad for it so he apologized with a full set of diamond armor, tools, flowers and a cake… it still hurt though

jaehee

• minecraft queen

• plays by herself a lot, the music, building on peaceful mode, all the alone time she gets

• loves it a lot actually, especially after a hard day at work

• but she gets so stressed out playing with everyone else

• it’s kinda bad for her health

• sighs into the mic whenever someone’s acting like an absolute fool

• tolerates no bullshit

• do not hit her. not even by accident. do not do it

• it’s so tense, she slowly turns around stares at them for what seems like forever it’s actually so scary

• only you’re allowed to hit her because for the two of you it’s not a smack, it’s a boop

• she does it back too

• “boop!” with a cute little giggle afterwards

• instantly goes to get the basics set up when the game loads in, sticks with yoosung in the beginning to get a bunch of starter materials gathered together

• is always running around doing something but no one knows exactly what because she doesn’t share. she is doing something though, a very productive crafter

• she has never died, ever. probably the highest level here out of anyone else

• the resident necessity provider, will throw you stacks of bread exactly when you need some, it’s like a 6th sense

• has basic mining chests set up for everyone to take from if they want to, so torches, food, tools, dirt, armor etc

• she really likes to decorate more than build, but she’s still really good at it!

• loves designing up floor plans

• not the best at adding the little details though

• her homes always look kinda square so v helps her out with that

• she organizes other people’s chests because she just hates how messy it looks, seven gives her so much anxiety especially

• she’s always cleaning up after him and shutting his doors since he leaves them open constantly

• her play style is a little bit of everything, not afraid of the caves whatsoever so she’ll mine if no one else wants to do it

• you can usually find her decorating though

• spends so much time making a cute little kitchen in her house especially

• a “coffee machine” is definitely a must in her house, also has a really pretty and huge bedroom

• white concrete and dark wood slabs, her house looks so lovely

• decorates zens room for him too

• she doesn’t talk much in the voice chat when jumin’s in there because she doesn’t wanna get fired

• likes to come into peoples houses and jump around a few times to say hi before running off again

• her and zen throw flowers back and forth to each other while crouching up and down like a couple of nerds ♡

seven

• the second the game loads he is off to the races, he is gone baby!! no one knows what he’s doing but everyone knows he fears nothing so it must be exciting

• “GOD707 was slain by enderdragon”

• we’ve been in the game for an hour max how did he- nvm don’t question it

• he’ll randomly show up to the community house out of nowhere, do a few random things here and there, leave again for a few days

• comes back on a skeleton horse, enchanted diamond armor, a fleet of dogs, elytra, the wandering trader enslaved on a lead

• saeran follows him around most of the time so they’ll usually be off doing something together

• seven dies so much omg every five minutes there’s a death message in the chat

• if you manage to track him down you find that he is living absolutely lavish

• has so many bases scattered around like this, this, or this

• spends a lot of time building once everyone else goes offline, does not sleep until his base is done and he’s actually an amazing builder

• v loves to go around in his bases and just gawk

• he does not decorate whatsoever, that's for saeran to do! jaehee comes and organizes because he just throws everything into a chest and leaves

• his playstyle is chaotic horrifying, he does a bit of everything but the main goal is to get to the void and beat the ender dragon with his bare hands, he wants to become god

• never shuts his doors so there’s just big creeper explosion holes in his home that he’s too lazy to fix, claims it adds ~character~

• he loves spelunking so you can find him running around in caves most of the time, there is no fear in this man's soul whatsoever, loves battle and fighting mobs, insults them most of the time while killing them

• throws his diamond armor into lava just for the funsies, always parkouring in caves, you will get so much anxiety being around him

• sometimes mimics the cave noises just to scare yoosung

• burns down villages, starts random fires, jumps into holes, beats up any animal he sees

• sometimes he comes in to hit jumin’s cats just to hear him raise his voice a little and be like “Hey!” it’s really funny but annoys jumin

• he edges the creepers omg gets them to the point where they almost blow up but backs up before they actually do

• redstone master!! builds so many insane things out of it, has an entire theme park dedicated to himself, definitely has a torture room somewhere in his mansion

• he’s always joking around with everyone, especially with you

• “hey mc, hold this for me?”

• he slowly gets real close to you until your hands are touching and your heads are almost morphing into each other

• “bro... are we ab to kiss rn...”

• will come into your bedroom when everyone’s asleep does NOT knock first this man barges right in and stands over your bed, silent for a few seconds before suddenly tossing hundreds of diamonds down on you, throws back some ass a few times before running off once again

• hits people for absolutely no reason and yes he will hit with the intention to kill

• “no swearing in my christian minecraft server”

• gets motion sick at video games usually but he actually really likes minecraft!!

• a complete dad so he takes a little bit getting used to the controls but warms up quick

• don’t you dare hit him. that’s evil. he’s like “woah!! something just happened, i got attacked out of nowhere!! we have to be more careful you guys!”

• he’s genuinely so confused and concerned for everyone’s safety

• adores building so much, not just houses but also little structures here and there

• he’ll make greenhouses, vineyards, beach homes, treehouses, statues

• villages get completely revamped if he thinks they’re ugly which most of the time, he does

• his playstyle is completely just building and decorating, sometimes he’ll send jumin out for supplies but it ends badly most of the time

• aka jumin gets lost and/or dies

• he helps build everyone their own little structures so jumin gets a luxury cat mansion, zen gets a shrine dedicated to himself, yoosung gets a stage for his parrots to dance on, jaehee gets a coffee shop in the village, seven gets a giant ph pepper statue, saeran gets a sunflower farm all to himself, and of course you get whatever you want! omg he’d make you a heart shaped nether portal

• he’ll help when he’s needed but he doesn’t really play, he just builds

• everyone brings their spare materials to him if they don’t need them, yoosung and saeran help him farm for stuff if he needs something in particular

• really loves giving house tours when he’s done with a build and it is the cutest thing in the entire world

• he is just so insanely giddy and excited as he shows off all the little details, you can hear the smile in his voice

• everyone validates him and matches his energy too it’s so sweet :’)

• he’s always complimenting everyone on anything and everything they do

• “look at you, finding diamonds! good job!”

• “this house is so very lovely, i love the warm energy it brings.”

• he likes to wander around and find white cats for jumin to tame

• on the rare occasion he comes caving, he’s always the little cheerleader for everyone else of course

• “good luck down here everyone, please stay safe and call out if you need anything. we’re all here to help each other, alright?”

• two seconds later yoosungs drowning in lava, seven is mining bedrock, jumin is being shot by a skeleton, jaehee is fighting off a mob spawner, zen is lost, saeran is riding minecarts around

saeran

• he’s pretty quiet while he plays so no one ever knows what exactly he’s up to, he’s just shy

• picks flower fields absolutely clean, not a singular flower in sight, only if he finds a beehive somewhere then he’ll leave some for them

• has a lot of dye because of that, resident banner creator!!! he’ll make anything that you’d like

• he follows people around– especially seven, and just goes with the flow of whatever they’re up to, chaotic or not

• sometimes you think he’s afk so you just stop and stare at him but then he moves and you jump a little

• yoosung and him will just spam crouch for minutes on end together when they’re bored

• by himself a lot of the time, you can find him playing with some turtles on the beach somewhere or planting flowers

• builds a lot on his own solo server, but doesn’t really like to in the main one because he gets insecure comparing it to v’s and seven’s work.

• he does have his own little house away from seven’s mansion basement though

• if you come in and start complimenting it he gets so shy and blushy

• “thanks… it’s not that impressive i just whipped it up really quick…”

• seven knowing damn well that house took him several hours: 👁_👁

• he hits people to get their attention and then crouches all guiltily when they turn around, throws them a quick little flower before running off

• he has a ton of pink sheep collected outside his house, an army of jebs live in his basement

• his playstyle is just doing whatever he feels like. sometimes he’s getting materials for everyone, other times he’s just sliding around on ice with the polar bears for awhile

• he likes enchanting potions and that kind of stuff

• smacks seven with random potions like slowness, fire, poison

• had a pet fish in a little aquarium at his place, one day it despawned and he nearly burnt down his whole house from being so upset

• still convinced seven killed him

• he doesn’t get scared from the mines

• the nether though is is a different story, it’s terrifying to him

• especially ghasts and the sounds they make. will not go in there unless you are and you beg him to hold your hand or something

• has secret little minecraft pinterest boards full of silly statues and stuff that he likes to build around randomly

• blames herobrine for all of them which scares yoosung

mc (hey thats you!!!)

• jumin lets you name his cats, dye their collars, anything you want even if it’s silly. if you have your own cats then sometimes he brings his favorites over and they have little baby kittens together, you both spam crouch and jump around afterwards from the excitement of it all. don’t worry he pays child support !! you don’t know where he got diamonds but. you’ll take them anyways

• zen brings you random little presents that he thinks are super useful but… are not. you don’t have the heart to tell him that though. thinks spider eye is like the rarest thing in the entire game, secretly comes in to give them to you and message you something like “shh… keep it secret jagiya~ ;)” it’s the thought that counts

• yoosung is always so sweet with everything he does, he’ll bring you any sort of materials, tools. anything you need it’s yours. once he ran in front of you to take the hit from a poison spider when you know he’s absolutely terrified of them so you could get away safely. he tries his best to be brave for you <3

• jaehee invites you to her kitchen for taste testing, you’ll come in and try all the lil cakes she has sitting out while giving your feedback on all them in detail. mm yes very good, love the electric taste of the pixels in this one! finally she’ll be like wtf are we doing

• seven surprises you by making a cute little heart shape out of redstone, you press a button and it lights up red, fireworks go off, he’s jumping around throwing flowers and diamonds at you. he’ll put a sign down that says “will you… put your minecraft bed next to mine?”

• v is constantly checking in on you, he’ll say “knock knock!” before coming into your room, you’re like hey what’s up!! he replies i missed you! i just wanted to say hi :) before leaving again, comes in every day cycle with snacks to make sure you’re eating properly of course

• saeran brings you flowers all the time, he’ll shyly sneak into your room, crouch over to the bed super slowly, suddenly start throwing stacks of flowers all over you, crouch up n down a couple of times before running for the hills. forgets to shut your door and runs back real quick to shut it before leaving again

thanks for reading! find more on my mysme masterlist ♡!

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rosalynshields · 4 years ago

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The Soldier’s Chase

By: Rosalyn Shields

Pairing: Dark-ish Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Violence, Killing, Explicit language, Reluctance/Non-con, Unprotected sex, Breeding Kink, Oral Sex (female receiving), Vaginal Sex, Smut. I hope I didn't miss anything.

This is for JTargaryen18′s Haunted House 2020 Challenge

The Premise: A celebrity haunted house for charity will be open one night only, Halloween night. You spent days trying to get a ticket online for the event. Thanks to a bad day on Halloween, you get there only a minute before the line closes. You’re the last person to go in and thinking that’s either really bad (everyone is tired or would be in a hurry to see you out) or really good (maybe you’d get some extra time with the one you came to see).

You are never seen again.

While you are walking into the Haunted house... HYDRA is using Halloween to bring forth Captain America's Mate but it just so happens that the Avengers were attacking the base at the same time. You escape. Once Steve realized who they had... he immediately went on the hunt. The allure of having someone that is HIS and his alone is too tempting. So, you are in an alternate universe scared out of your mind in the woods being stalked by a predatory Captain America... who also happens to be a werewolf.

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Y/N

You were running late. This was particularly annoying as you were on your way to a haunted house event in your area. It's a one night only charity event that you had spent days online trying to get a ticket for. Once you heard that Chris Evans was going to be there dressed up as Captain America you had to get tickets. Steve Rogers is quite the weakness for you, and you couldn't resist seeing Chris Evans rockin' the Cap look.

Of course, everything had to go wrong today, normally you love Halloween but sadly you had to work that day. It has been the most stressful day filled with pointless meetings and small talk. You should’ve just taken the day off. From the moment you arrived you were running behind schedule which lasted all day. By the time you were finally able to leave work you were almost two hours behind your normal schedule.

This only left you two hours to get changed and drive the hour to the haunted house. You can only pray there wasn't a lot of traffic because while normally it didn't take long for you to get ready you wanted to be perfect. The Haunted house rules wouldn’t allow you to wear a costume which was a shame since you had a few amazing costumes that would have gone perfectly within the Marvel Cinematic Universe but you had a few things that would work in a pinch.

You could have gone with a 1940’s type of outfit that you knew would have made quite an impression on Steve Rogers. You figured that most of the other women who paid to see Captain America would go that route not thinking that you guys weren’t meeting the actual Steve Rogers. Who knows what was to Chris Evans’ taste? So. Instead, you decided to go with something similar to SHIELD Agent’s tactical outfit.

It wouldn’t scream costume and it made you feel sexy and badass and that's all that really mattered. Black long sleeve under armor shirt with a form fitting leather vest over it, black tactical pants and belt with black combat boots. If it had been a straight up costume you would have added a fully equipped utility belt and shoulder and hip holsters fully equipped with fake guns. Maybe you would have also sewed on a SHIELD patch or something as well.

It was all pretty easy to move in and it was both airy enough to keep you cool but heavy enough to keep warm if need be. Since it wasn’t a costume you settled for your normal outing stuff as you are a lone female heading to an event alone in the city. It was probably overkill but you packed a couple of knives, a combat knife in each boot and pepper spray in your left front pocket. Along with your ID, phone, keys and a couple of pens

Hopefully, they don’t have a metal detector because explaining why you have knives on your person would probably be difficult. They weren’t large knives, but people tend to get touchy over that sort of thing. It was all for self-defense, you were one of the few that got self-defense classes that included close quarter combat and weapons. All in all, you managed to get out on the road within 45 minutes but knowing your luck today traffic was going to be insane.

Traffic was insane. What would have normally been an hour drive max took almost an hour and a half. You managed to arrive at the Haunted House event minutes before they close the doors. It was pretty clear you were the last person there, which is either really bad because it's possible everyone is tired or in a hurry to see you out. Or really good and maybe you’d get some extra time with Chris Evans as Captain America. Swoon.

“You barely made it in time, I was about to close up.”

“Sorry, traffic was insane. Oh, here is my ticket.” you reply as you show your phone for the electronic ticket to be scanned.

“Ah, you got the Captain America package. Go ahead, you should be able to get some one-on-one time with Chris Evans.”

“Great. Thanks.” You replied, shoving your phone in your side pocket.

As you walk through the doors (thankfully no metal detectors) you start to look around, you can see each room of the Haunted House was carefully constructed for each celebrity and their special characters. You kind of grin as you spot Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia and Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes. If you had time you would stop by their rooms as well but for now you wanted to see the man you thought of as your Captain.

As you get closer to the Captain America room you could feel the anticipation rising, you had been looking forward to this since the first Captain America movie came out. You had always felt connected to Steve Rogers and you had no idea why. So, you resolved to meet Chris Evans and hopefully get over this strange obsession with Captain America. As you walk into the room your eyes widen as you take a look around.

It looks like a HYDRA facility that is in the process of being raided by the Avengers. You could see Chris Evans standing alone. He was leaning up against a control panel in his full Captain America gear causing your heart to skip a beat. As you started to walk closer to finally meet him you started to feel woozy. It was as if each step you took was being weighed down and your vision started to blur. As you reach Chris Evans darkness overtakes you.

Chris Evans' mouth drops open in shock as he watches the girl in black disappear before his eyes just as he took a few steps towards her so he could talk to her. He brings his hands up to rub at his eyes figuring it was just a figment of his imagination. The Halloween spirit messing with his mind. It isn't till the next day when he hears about Y/N Y/L/N missing from the Haunted House charity event from the night before on the news that he started to truly freak out.

~~~~~

An Alternate Universe

The doctor sighed deeply as he watched the last of equipment being set up. They had one shot at this, using a combination of science and magic to accomplish their goals. They are planning to use the magic of the full moon of All Hallows Eve plus the use of The Foster Theory which is portal technology to acquire an incredibly special person. A Mate. More accurately the Mate of Captain America. A Mate, a valuable asset. Once they have the Mate they can truly begin.

She would be the perfect undercover asset once they get her to comply. She would be the perfect subject to be brainwashed and secretly embedded within the Avengers. As a bonded Mated pair, they can have quite a bit of control over each other and not just emotionally. The Mate of Captain America under the control of HYDRA can accomplish much in HYDRA's name. First things first they need to bring her here, possibly through time and space.

It doesn’t matter from what time or from what country or dimension as long as they get her. They could not fail, they needed her for their plan to work. The doctor gives a self-satisfied smile as the last component is completed. All they have left to do is wait for the moon to be full. Then, they can flip the switch and say the words then she should appear. If she doesn't arrive then they have to wait another year for the perfect conditions to try again. The time has come.

The moon was full. The lead Agent walked up to the portal and nodded to the scientist. He started the scientific portion to make the portal and he proceeded to say the words that would focus the portal on the good Captain's Mate. At first the HYDRA scientists watched the alternate dimension taking notes on Subject M's world. Then the lead Agent gave another signal and they fine-tuned the portal to just their future asset.

They observed her long enough to realize where she was headed as they spotted him. She was about to meet with the Captain America of their world. They couldn't allow that to happen. They focused the portal again to get in as close as possible. The lead Agent nodded again at another agent. The new Agent prepared to grab Subject M once the portal was close enough. As she got closer to Captain America, they could see her clearly feeling the effects of the portal.

Once she was about 5 feet away from Captain America the unknown Agent's hand shot out. It went through the portal and grabbed the girl just as she fainted backwards. She fell back into the portal landing right into the waiting Agent's arms. They succeeded. All their planning and preparing. They succeeded! They brought Captain America's Mate from another dimension. Now all they had to do is prepare for Subject M to wake up so they may begin their good work.

Perhaps, she would be cooperative, but it was unlikely that the Mate of Captain America would be willing to follow HYDRA's plans. But with brainwashing much could be accomplished. Y/N woke up completely disoriented and confused with her head pounding. He hands went straight to her pounding head refusing to open her eyes. The last thing she remembered was seeing the handsome face of Chris Evans before nothing. Did she faint?

She didn't even get to meet Chris! The thought that perhaps he was still around you caused you to gingerly open your eyes. You winced as you took in the bright lights. Well, it looked as though you were still in the Haunted House. More specifically in the HYDRA base looking room. Which meant Chris Evans could still be there. You couldn't believe you fainted. You stop your rambling thoughts as you finally take note of your surroundings.

Your eyes narrow as you finally notice the dozen men and women surrounding you all wearing the HYDRA uniform. You also noticed the hard examination table you were laying on with distaste. What the fuck? You thought.

"Ah, Subject M. You are awake. Thankfully, the interdimensional travel didn't knock you out for long."

"Wow, you guys are really playing up the whole HYDRA costume. Also, my name is Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N." You informed him sitting up. You were amused and impressed at their dedication to their costumed personas.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N. I have some bad news. We are not playing it up as you so eloquently stated."

"What?" You asked. You were very confused.

"You are in fact here because we brought you here."

"Okay… where exactly is here then?"

"You are in HYDRA facility 7-5 Alpha but to be more direct you are actually in an alternate universe.

"In an alternate universe? You are fucking with me, right?"

"No. I am in fact not fucking with you," the HYDRA goon replied mockingly.

He then made a hand gesture to another Agent who started up a machine. A portal opened up. You gasped as the portal proceeded to show you Chris Evans frantically looking around before rubbing his eyes as the Haunted House closed. You could see the clear differences between the Haunted House room and this one. There, you could tell the HYDRA Base's so-called equipment was fake.

"Why am I here?" You asked.

It was vastly different from where you were now. Everything was real, the equipment, the portal. Everything. You swallowed the lump of fear as you shifted your legs. You moved both of your feet slightly. It was a very natural movement that looked like you were just shifting around or twitching. You noted the feel of the knives that were still in your boots. They didn't pat you down, they just laid you on the examination table.

"We have brought you here from your universe as you are the Mate of a high-profile target."

"Mate… what the fuck are you talking about?" You exclaimed.

"Ah, you must not have Mate's in your world.

"No, HYDRA dick face. We do NOT have Mate's in my world."

"Subject M, you will show some respect, or you will be punished as needed." He growled waiting for acknowledgement at your nod he continued.

"What do you know of werewolves?"

"That they don't exist… They are fictional beings that can typically transform into wolves. They have supernatural strength and healing factors. Depending on the lore they can have special powers. It would be really fascinating except they do NOT exist."

"In our world, werewolves exist. You Mate is one of the most powerful werewolves in our world and you my darling girl is his mate. His true mate.”

“His Mate? His true Mate? I don’t understand.”

"In our world a Mate is precious. Your perfect match in every way. Your mate can influence almost everything about you. You would do anything for your Mate. Mate bonds cannot be broken."

“How could I possibly be someone’s Mate? I’m not a werewolf.”

“In your world? No. In ours? Perhaps. Perhaps not." The goon shrugs.

"No matter, you are his Mate my dear and we have you. You will be our most valuable asset. Once you are prepared you will be given to your mate then you two will bond and then HYDRA’s plans will begin.”

"So, who the fuck is my high-profile target of a Mate?" You ask, making sure to bring your hands up to mimic quotations around the word Mate.

This is fucking bullshit. Sounds like they intend on giving me to some random guy to basically be raped to cement this Mating bond so they can control him through me.

"Why, you were already on the way to see him in your world. His name is Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America."

"Captain America?!? Captain America is a werewolf?" You exclaim just as a huge explosion goes off shaking the base.

"Sir, the Avengers have infiltrated the base."

"Agent 37, take Subject M out of here. Take her to safe house 9-3-5 Charlie. They must not retrieve her."

"Yes, sir." Agent 37 replied before grabbing your arm to lead you out of the base. His grip was tight as he started to drag you through the halls. You could feel the walls shake with each explosion as they got closer. You don't know much about this world, but you had to escape. You do not want anything to do with the so-called unbreakable Mate bond.

While you don’t exactly mind the idea of fucking Steve Rogers you had to get back to your world. You doubted he’d ever let you leave. Another explosion rocked the base causing the agent to lose his grip on your arm. You acted fast. You bent down to grab both knives from your boots before lunging forward in one fluid motion stabbing the agent with both knives. The wall behind you exploded giving you a way out straight into a forest.

Shoving your knives back into your boots you ran.

~~~~~

The Avengers

The fight was brutal as HYDRA agents fought in mass doing everything, they could delay the Avengers. After a while Iron man and Captain America made it to the Control Room. Iron Man focused on taking out the HYDRA agents as Captain America was trying to protect the main console. He was still rusty on most modern technology, but they seemed hell bent on trying to destroy this particular equipment. It didn't take long for the final agent to go down.

"Guys, as soon as you're done clearing the place head towards our position. I'm going to go through their tech and hopefully I'll have some information by the time you're done."

Steve watches as Tony steps out of the Iron Man suit and starts to work on the slightly mangled console. Steve managed to keep the damage to a minimum when the scientists tried to destroy it, but it still had sustained some damage. Steve kept watch as Tony worked with his shield at the ready. They had cleared most of the base but there could still be HYDRA Agents out there waiting to ambush them.

It took Tony a little while to properly hack into the HYDRA network as some of the more sensitive components were destroyed in the struggle. Tony gasps in shock as he reads some of the doctor’s notes and starts to frantically look for the digital recordings that the doctor referenced. He didn’t want to tell Steve what they were up to until he could verify if they managed it or not. IF they managed it, he needs to know what happened to her, to Subject M.

“What are we looking at Tony? What were they trying to accomplish?"

“Steve. You need to look at this.” Tony tells Steve with a note of urgency in his voice.

"What is it Tony?“ Steve asked. He then proceeded to put his shield back onto his back harness.

"Tony, what's going on?" Natasha asked as she walked into the room followed by Clint.

“From the looks of things, they were trying to bring someone over from what looks like another dimension."

"Another dimension?" Clint asked.

"How is that even possible?" Natasha asked.

"They were using a combination of The Foster Theory and for lack of a better term magic."

"The use of dimensional energy similar to the Bifrost plus an added magic celestial event…" Thor started.

"Such as a full moon on All Hallows Eve?" Clint asked.

"I know not of this All Hallows Eve, but a full moon would suffice as a celestial event."

"So, it's possible?" Natasha asked.

"Yes, it's possible." Thor informed the group.

"Who were they-" Steve started before shaking his head and continued, "-did they manage it?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out but… Fuck. Looks like they managed it. Fuck."

"What is it Tony? Did they bring back the Red Skull, Hitler or something?"

"No. Maybe it's better to watch the surveillance footage as I try to explain."

"Explain what? Friend Tony." Thor asked as he landed softly in the large room.

"Before I have you guys look at this surveillance footage Steve you need to know… "

"Know what? Tony?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, Tony. You are starting to scare us."

"Keep in mind she came from another dimension…"

"Tony cut to the chase, you're stalling."

"Steve, looks like they found your mate. Your perfect mate and brought her here from another dimension."

"What?!?" Everyone exclaimed.

Steve stood there in shocked silence as he took it in. His Mate. His. Mate. His Mate. He just couldn't believe it. His Mate, who is from another dimension. He had to find her. He needs her. She would complete him. She would be the missing piece. His missing piece. The one thing that is his and his alone. He needed her. He needed the bond. They had to bond. A werewolf without a Mate is a loose cannon, the Mate-bond will stabilize him in every way he needs.

He couldn’t wait to have her in his arms. To bond. To cover her in his scent and be bathed in her scent. To be inside her, to fill her up. He was going to fuck her until she was covered in nothing but his scent and cum. He couldn’t wait to taste her and have his face covered in her juices. He bets she tastes delicious. He was going to fuck her so hard and so good that she’ll never think of leaving him.

"Show us the surveillance footage Tony. If they managed to bring her here. Where is she?" Natasha asked. Tony nodded before starting the security footage.

They all watched silently as the HYDRA soldier adjusted a machine and said some words before a portal opened. Tony made sure to take mental notes of this alternate universe that Steve's mate came from. They needed to know as much as they could especially if she wanted to go back. The HYDRA Agents did some fine tuning of the console causing the picture to change within the portal and a female came within view.

They all assumed that she must have been Steve's Mate. Steve's Mate walked into what looked like a Haunted House. The portal was adjusted again and they all silently watched as she walked through several exhibits. Tony found it fascinating as he spotted a few movie characters for their world as well. They all gasped in surprise as they spotted a man that looked exactly like Steve. Right before she was yanked through the portal into their world.

They noted her name as they watched the brief conversation between the head HYDRA goon and Miss Y/L/N. As the Goon explained the concept of Mate's they looked at Steve with concern as they realized his Mate had no idea. Werewolves and Mate's do not exist in her world. Which meant she could easily reject him. Once they saw the attack begin a new Agent grabbed Y/N and practically dragged her out of the room. They all looked towards Tony.

"Is there any more security footage?" Natasha asked.

"Yes, I tracked her through the halls with Agent 37." Tony replies bringing up the footage.

They watch silently as the explosion takes out a wall near them causing Agent 37 to lose Y/N's arm. They gasp in shock as Y/N suddenly reaches down to grab two knives hidden in her boots. Natasha is particularly impressed at the fluid motion Y/N uses as she quickly stabs the goon with both knives. Finally, the wall behind her explodes and she makes her escape before any of the Avengers could rescue her. Self-saving princess for the win.

“How long ago was this footage?”

“About 10 minutes.”

"We need to find her." Clint exclaimed watching Steve. He could tell that Steve was on edge as he kept shifted backwards towards the table his Mate was laying on.

He was the only one close enough to hear the low possessive growl Steve released when he saw his Mate walking towards his doppelganger in the security footage. Clint also heard the barely audible whimper Steve released at Y/N confusion and distaste at the concept of Mate's. Now, Steve kept taking deep breaths, holding it before releasing them. If he’s not careful he’ll go into a rut. Once Steve saw Agent 37 grab Y/N’s hand Steve snarled in rage.

No one touches his Mate. No one.

"Mine." Steve growled before bolting.

“Shit.”

"So, who's going after him?" Tony asks the group.

"Fuck you Stark. An Alpha Werewolf in a rut induced rage after his Mate. No thank you."

"He can contact us when he's ready for pick up. It's best not to get in his way." Natasha says calmly.

"I feel bad for anyone that gets in their way."

"I don't." Natasha says simply.

Steve took off at a full sprint down the hall and out towards the crumbling wall his Mate left through using his enhanced senses to follow her. Steve could feel the beginnings of the shift as he lost a bit of his iron tight control, he couldn’t help it. His wolf was very possessive over his Mate. He needed her. He stopped briefly at the body that had his Mate’s scent, he wanted to make sure he was dead and not just incapacitated.

Thankfully, he was dead. His Mate took care of him. She’s perfect. He needed to get to his Mate. She was his. He was going to kill anyone that tries to get in between them. She is perfect. No one could have her but him. He would make her accept him. She will mate with him. He will make her scream HIS name. He will drown her in pleasure. She will bear his young. She is going to be the most perfect mate.

~~~~~

Y/N

You ran. You could hear the soldiers behind you, they probably found the Agent you killed. You were sure they were looking for you, they needed you. You stop briefly to catch your breath leaning up against a tree. You can see the moon through the tree line, making you feel weirdly aggressive. You needed to be smart. You can't outrun them forever. They will find you. You could hear them moving through the woods. They were loud, not even trying to be stealthy.

"Now, now. Miss Y/L/N we know you are close by. You have a very distinctive life signature as you aren't a part of this universe. We can always find you." That just means you have nothing to lose you thought.

You heard one of the soldiers as he got closer to your position. You still. You grab one of your knives hiding it in the folds of your pants. As the soldier passes you hesitated, before this night you had never killed anyone before. But you are in a different dimension being hunted by HYDRA and probably the Avengers. With that thought you silently step behind one of the soldiers, walking behind him a few steps completely silent.

It was strange, normally you were loud as an elephant in the woods especially in the fall with all the dead leaves. You shake off the lingering thoughts before grabbing your target. One hand went over his mouth the other that had the knife went straight into his neck. He died quickly and silently before you gently put him down. Another strange thing, you were a hell of a lot stronger in this universe. Those HYDRA men especially in all that gear shouldn't be light but they were.

You shrug off all lingering thoughts of your newfound strength and take out two other HYDRA goons. All in the same manner of sneaking up behind them to kill them silently. You could feel your arms covered in blood. You were getting ready to take out your next goon before you heard screams. You doubled back to the last goon you killed and picked up his screams. You should have done this sooner instead of stalking the men one by one.

"Captain America is in the woods. I repeat Captain Amer-" You hear before the voice is suddenly cut off with a gurgle. Clearly Captain America found him.

"Listen up men, the Captain is in play and is looking for his Mate…."

"Mine," he growled.

The Captain's voice is deep and full of rage that you could clearly hear through the transmission. He interrupted what was sure to be the Commander's rousing speech. It isn't long before you start to hear screams and gunfire echoing all around the woods. You had been killing the HYDRA goons silently as possible to not be detected, Captain America on the other hand was making quite the ruckus.

It sounded like he was ripping them to shreds with all the noise they made. You look around frantically. There wasn't really any place that you could hide but you needed to find something. If he had heightened senses, he might not be able to find you with all the death and blood in the air. You considered covering yourself in more blood or maybe hiding under a corpse. There were a few of them around. You shuddered in horror.

The idea of hiding under a dead body freaked you out too much. Before you can find an adequate hiding spot the screaming suddenly stopped. It was quiet. Too quiet. Eerily quiet. He was coming. There's a very good chance he killed everyone and was coming for you. You started to frantically look around. You need to hide as soon as possible. You dive into some dense bushes burrowing yourself as deep as possible.

You suddenly started to hear rustling nearby causing you to freeze in fear while studying your surroundings. It was like he just suddenly just appeared out of the woods. He didn't make a sound. The moon gave you a clear picture of him, of Captain America. He was covered from his head to toes in blood and gore. He must have killed everyone, anyone that got in his way based on the amount of blood on his body.

"Mate." Steve growled taking off his helmet, dropping it to the floor while he sniffed the air. He knew she was nearby.

It was hard due to the amount of blood and gore on his body, but he could smell his Mate faintly. He had lost complete control when he heard the HYDRA Commander threaten his Mate. He shifted partly allowing his claws and fangs to come out before methodically killing each and every HYDRA goon that got in his way. He knew he must have been a sight to her, but he could also smell the blood on her.

They both had fresh kills on them. She smelled amazing. It was strange, the fresh blood only made her more tempting. It would be hard not to completely lose control when he finally mates her. As it was, his control was hanging on by a thread. He knew she was nearby, hiding. He took in another deep breath before going still. He found her.

You could feel every beat of your heart as it goes faster and faster in fear and slight arousal. You weren't sure why but when you shifted you could feel how wet your panties were. For some reason there was a part of you that enjoyed being stalked and chased. Also, the idea of him killing everyone in his way in order to get to you as soon as possible had you unreasonably wet. Clearly there was something about this universe that had you reacting oddly.

"Gotcha." Steve breathed in your ear from behind you. You jumped screaming as he grabbed you. He pulled you out from your hiding spot.

"Oh my God.”

“Mate“ Steve starts to run his blood-soaked face against yours.

“What are you doing?" You ask weirded out.

"Scent marking." Steve states simply before grabbing your blood-soaked hands and rubbing them along his face. You cringe away as you notice his claws, you face showing your distaste.

"What... What's going on?" You ask before grabbing his face to look him in the eyes noting the fangs. His eyes are blown in lust and need.

"You are mine. My Mate." Steve simply states before grabbing your face.

"I'm not your Mate. I'm not even from this world. Or dimension or whatever that HYDRA dick said."

"You are mine." Is all he says as he rubs his head alongside yours, giving you a blast of his personal scent.

"Please just let me go." You whimper trying not to breath in, his scent is wonderful.

"I can't." Steve simply states as he starts to rub his body against yours.

You can feel his erection straining against his tactical pants. You are trying to hold your breath which wasn't exactly easy to do when you wanted to hyperventilate. Every time you breathed in Steve's scent you could feel your head getting cloudy. Your body would start to produce more wetness and you needed to think. This caused you to let out an aggressive growl which Steve instantly answered back with a slight whine at the end.

"No."

Something inside of you, some kind of switch clicked on as you suddenly went from passive to aggressive. You started to fight. Kicking, screaming and hitting every inch of him you can reach. While he tried to restrain you, his arms went around your middle restricting your arms movement. Your hands went down towards where your knives were hidden. Grabbing one knife you flip it in your hand and stab backwards, your range limited due to his hold on you.

You manage to startle him enough to let you go but not injure him. You use the knife to keep him at bay slashing at him every time he attempted to get close. You see his eyes narrow before he hits your hand hard. This caused you to let go of the knife, it flew away from you both. You had one knife left.

You didn't hesitate. You ran.

~~~~~

Steve and Y/N

You ran. You used up a lot of energy and you had some issues breathing especially when you breathed in Steve’s tantalizing scent. You could feel him running after you, you were amazed that he hadn't caught up with you already. Something about this world has made you more than what you were before. You felt energized, like you could run forever when before you would have died after a half a mile. But you weren't a super soldier.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Have I not earned you? Do you know how many people I killed to get to you? To protect you?” Steve asks. He was running right next to you clearly keeping pace with ease.

"Ahhh!" You screamed coming to a complete stop.

"Son of a bitch." You started to pant out of breath. God you hated running.

"Language. Sweetheart."

“Fuck you. You don’t know me."

"I know enough, my love. My Mate." Steve tells you before bringing you close, giving you a blast of his personal scent. You try not to breathe in as deep as you wanted.

"I. Am. NOT. Your. Mate." You bite out. His scent was clouding your mind.

"Stop. Saying. THAT." Steve growled. He was getting pissed off at your lack of compliance. You. Were. HIS!

Your eyes go wide at his tone. You could see him losing more of himself. His eyes flashed gold and his fangs grew larger. He was starting to lose control. You had to do something. You just didn't know what. Perhaps, it would be better just to humor him. You didn't want him to lose complete control and hurt you. Plus, you still had one knife left, you just had to get close enough if you were going to use it.

"Sorry, Captain Rogers." You tell him. His demeanor changes instantly.

"It’s Steve, sweetheart.” Steve practically purrs at you.

“Steve. You know I'm from another universe. I don't understand what it means to be someone's Mate.”

“It's okay sweetheart. I will teach you. Let me show you what it means to be Mates." Steve tells you before gathering you into his arms.

He breathed in deeply taking in your scent, holding you gently as you fought not to jerk in his arms. You squirm a bit as he rubs his blood-soaked body up against yours. He seemed very intent on rubbing as much of his bloody body up against yours. His body was firm all over and oh so very hard. It was hard not to marvel at how good he felt against your body. You could feel the blood and gore getting transferred over to your body.

It was gross. Steve could sense your disgust and resolved to distract you as he needed to get as much of his scent on you as possible. He started with gentle kisses that he rained down over your cheek, jaw, neck moving your hair out of the way as needed. You took in a deep breath as you tried not to moan causing you to take in the full effect of Steve's scent. It was like a drug the more you smelled him the more you wanted to smell him.

Fact was, you just wanted him. Period. You didn't stop Steve as he slowly unzipped the leather vest. His scent drugging you into compliance. Steve drops your vest to the ground as he gently bites your neck. You let out a moan so soft that Steve's enhanced hearing barely picked up on it. The sound of your moan caused him to smirk widely into your neck. He was getting to you. Your neck has always been a weakness for you.

Steve seemed to be focused on the right side of your neck giving that area lavishing kisses, licks and bites. With his scent in your nose it was hard not to gasp and moan. You did manage to notice that Steve kept going back to a specific area of your neck. It was strange. Steve noticed your attention and decided to distract you with a deep kiss. You gasped as you felt his tongue slide into your mouth.

First you pushed at Steve's unyielding body, but it had zero results. Steve refused to move an inch away from your body. Steve grabbed the back of your head keeping it in place as he plundered your mouth. Your hands originally came up to fight him but as he kissed you... Your hands came up and wrapped them around his neck instead. One of your hands grabbed onto his shoulder and the other went straight into his hair.

Steve pressed one of his thighs between yours bringing it up to rub against your core inflaming you more. The hand in his hair tightened as you suddenly yanked his head to the right. You momentarily lost complete control and bit his lip hard as you rubbed yourself wantonly against him. Steve let out a loud growl in response before moving his mouth from your lips to your neck. You loudly moaned as his huge hand slid underneath your shirt and under your bra. He gently fondled your breasts, teasing your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers.

"My beautiful Mate. I can't wait to taste you. Too feel you. To finally be inside you. You are all mine." The sound of his voice snaps you out of your lust induced trance. You stiffen up in panic, grabbing Steve's hands moving them out of your shirt.

"No, please. You need to let me go. I have to go back to my world." Steve growled loudly in displeasure before grabbing you roughly.

"No. You are MINE. You know you want this. You want me. I am your Mate. We are meant to be together."

You started to struggle. Steve growled at you in warning before gathering both of your hands into one of his. He then walked backwards until your back was pressed into a tree. Steve rocked his body into yours briefly grinding his pelvis against your hip. You could feel every inch of his rock-hard cock pressing against you. You bit your lip trying not to react. Steve then shifted bringing his thigh up and between your legs pressing right into your pussy hard.

"Steve!" You yelped. The friction hit you just right causing you to moan loudly. You were close.

Your eyes flashed gold briefly before closing tightly. Steve grinned. He knew what gold eyes could mean but it wasn't a sure thing. Yet. So he proceeded. He needed to make you cum. First will be on his thigh, then on his fingers, then his mouth and finally all over his cock. Then he will claim you. You will be his. He grabbed your rips rocking you onto his thigh. You squirmed when his other hand started to roam down your body.

His hand slipped into your pants causing him to growl low and deep as he felt how damp the lace crotch of your panties already was. His eyes flashed gold as his wolf started to battle for control. He needed to claim you soon. Steve rubbed your panties causing you to whimper. He made sure to get his fingers good and wet before taking his hand out of your pants. He brought his fingers up to show you how wet you were.

“See how much you want me?” Steve asked gently as he let go of your hands cupping your face briefly.

He gave you a soft brief kiss before bringing his hand up. Steve put his fingers into his mouth sucking your juices off his fingers. He moaned loudly at your taste. He loved how you tasted just as he knew he would. He couldn't wait to drink your juices straight from the source. He gently grabbed your hips before starting to rock you back and forth on his thigh. You arch your back in pleasure as your back hit the tree hard.

You try to rub yourself against him looking for the right angle in order to reach your peak. You needed to cum. You needed it. So bad. Your hands grip Steve's shirt bringing him in closer, you no longer cared about the blood or gore. He wrapped his arms around you bringing you up to his lips giving you a deep probing kiss. Before shoving one of his hands into your hair pulling it just enough.

"Steve!" You scream cumming as all over Steve's thigh drenching his pants.

You felt boneless and lax the orgasm taking the fight out of you. Steve on the other hand didn't waste any time. He took off your under-armor shirt tossing it on to the forest floor. He briefly admired your black lacy bra before his desires overtook him again. His mouth went down to lick the tops of your cleavage before sucking your nipples through the bra. It didn't take long for him to get fed up and literally rip the bra from your body tossing the pieces.

You moaned your head falling back into the tree as you felt his mouth and hand move simultaneously. Steve wrapped his lips around your nipple while sliding his hand back into your pants completely bypassing your underwear. Steve moaned against you, as you were so wet and so fucking tight. It was only one finger! He spread your legs a bit before sliding two fingers inside you. His fingers curled up hitting a spot that had you withering.

"That's it sweetheart. Cum. Cum all over my fingers." Steve demanded as you whimpered.

Steve's thumb started to rub your clit while gliding his fingers in and out of your pussy. You screamed as you exploded in pleasure cumming HARD before going limp as your legs failed you. Steve managed to grab you before you fell to the floor. He picked you up gently before moving you to a soft pile of leaves. Steve grabbed the top of your pants before pulling hard.

RIIIIIPPPPP

His super soldier strength made quick work of your pants shredding them. They were shredded in half from the top of your hips to your knees rendering them completely useless. Steve didn't bother to stop to admire your matching black lacy panties before ripping them off. Turning them to scraps. He needed to taste you. NOW. Steve frantically licked and sucked down your body wedging himself in between your legs.

“Want to taste you. Wanna taste what’s mine.” He whispered.

He lowered his mouth to your pussy and licked a stripe from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. Your body arched up against him in pleasure. Your hands went into Steve's hair as he growled low and deep in your pussy. He loved your taste. Steve moved both his hands to your inner thighs, spreading your pussy lips with his thumbs. He dives right in, licking and sucking at your wetness.

"You taste so good baby." Steve murmurs looking up at you. His face was covered in your pussy juice. He dived right back in groaning and growling at your taste. The wet squelching noises were obscene as he tongue fucked you deep. It felt amazing. You were almost there, your orgasm was so close you could practically taste it.

"Please…"

~~~~~

Losing control

"Please, what? Sweetheart. Use your words."

"Steve, please make me cum."

"My sweet little Mate wanna cum? Cum all over my mouth sweetheart. Gush all over my face."

You shudder, Steve's dirty talk bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Steve held your hips in a vice grip and started lapping at your clit with his tongue. Your hands tightened in Steve's hair pushing his head down and rubbing his face all over your pussy lips when he started to suck your clit. You tensed up as waves and waves of pleasure hit you sending you over the edge. You gushed all over Steve's face covering it with your juices.

Steve kept licking and sucking you through your orgasm bringing you down from you high as you pussy started to get sensitive. Steve considered keeping it up and making you cum all over his face again but he needed to be inside you. He needed to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around his cock. You looked at Steve's face covered with your juices and his hair sticking up every which way from you gripping him and grinned. He looked wrecked.

"Stevie." You shoved your hands back into Steve's hair before pulling. You forcefully brought him back up to face level by his hair. You playfully licked his nose before rubbing your face against his affectionately.

Steve grinned. It was clear orgasms were making you more affectionate. It was also bringing out your wolf tendencies as you were currently scent marking him. Steve grabbed your face with both hands before bringing you in for a long and messy kiss. You felt boneless as you kissed him back tasting yourself on him. Steve's right hand started gliding down your body feeling every inch of your curves.

As he reached your pussy Steve gently slid two fingers inside you. He started scissoring his fingers to help stretch you out. After a bit Steve pulled his fingers out of you shushing your whine of displeasure. He backed up a little bit going to his tac pants trying to get the stiff material to release him. Finally, he grabbed at the crotch of his tac pants and pulled. He ripped just enough for him to pull his cock free, he didn't bother to take anything else off.

"Shit. Wait, Steve. We can't." You tell him as you take a good look at his cock. It was huge and thick. And oh so hard.

"Can. Must. Mate." Steve grunts out as he strokes his shaft a few times. His control was barely holding on, he didn't want to hurt you by accident.

You start to struggle. You didn't know what would happen if you and Steve had full penetration intercourse. For all you knew it could bind you to him forever. Who knew if you could ever be returned to your world? The separation might kill you both, you just didn't know enough. Steve grabbed both your wrists gently pinning them above your head. His other hand went to his cock slowly rubbing it against your soaking slit.

"Stop. Steve, you need to stop. We don't know what this will do."

"No. Mate. Need." Steve shook his head. He dipped his cock in slightly but never fully sheathed himself just making sure to get his cock good and wet with your juices.

"Steve, please." You weren't really sure what you were asking for. For him to stop. For him to fuck you. You really didn't know.

"Please what, baby?" He wanted you to say it but either way it wasn't going fucking stop him. He needed you.

"Please, Steve. Fuck me."

Your thighs shook hard as he reached down to line himself up with your entrance and he began to push in. He sank into you slowly stretching your pussy as he fed you every inch of his cock. Steve brought his mouth down to your neck kissing and licking as much as he could. He never stopped or paused until his hips were finally flush against yours. You felt so full, completely stuffed to the brim.

"So tight. God, sweetheart. You feel… god never felt…. You were made for me." Steve manages to get out.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, my Mate."

Steve started slowly at first, almost pulling out completely before gradually pushing back in. You had never felt so full as his cock kept hitting places deep inside you. It felt so amazing. You started to rock your hips back against him. Steve let go of your hands as you wrapped your legs tight around his waist. Steve started to pick up the pace.

"That's right my Mate, you are going to cum. You are going to cum all over my rock-hard cock. I'm going to keep fucking you. Then my good girl is going to come for me again… aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… Steeeevvee…" Within seconds of your answer, your body seized up in a rush of pleasure cumming all over his dick.

"I can. Do. This. All. Day." Steve tells you. Each word being emphasized with a thrust.

"Fuck!" You scream cumming again.

Steve continued to fuck you while you gasped, writhed and moaned, completely mindless beneath him. He continued on and on as you kept feeling that rush of pleasure again and again. You lost count of the amount of orgasms Steve gave you as you just keep cumming and cumming all over Steve's cock. You could feel your body getting ready to tighten around him again as he wrapped his body around yours.

"That's it, baby girl. I'm going to cum all inside you."

"Ste…" You couldn't answer. You were too overwhelmed. You were somewhat aware that his thrusts were coming harder and faster.

"Are you a good girl? You want me to fill you all up inside?" Steve asked. This caused you to whimper in response as your cunt clenched Steve's cock at the thought.

"Do you want your Mate's cum all deep inside your well used cunt?" Steve knew he was getting close. He knew he needed to cement the Mating Bond between the two of you.

"Yes."

"Yes, what my Mate. Tell me. What do you want?"

"I want your cum. Please cum inside me."

"Cum inside you what?"

"Please cum inside me, Steve. My... Mate." You get out between clenched lips.

Admitting that you were his Mate caused Steve to lose complete control. He thrusted hard and deep causing you to cum instantly. He needed to cum inside you and make you his. He needed to fill you up with his cum. He needed you to smell of nothing but him. His was going to fill you to the brim over and over again until he impregnated you with his young. He couldn’t wait to see you swell up with his cub. You were his.

Steve brought his mouth down to your neck as he cried out above you. Licking your Mating gland before biting down his fangs piercing your skin easily. Steve jerked into you hard cumming deep inside you. At the same time, your head instinctively met Steve's neck and bit down. You both felt a jolt of pleasure as the bond snapped into place. This caused you both to orgasm again simultaneously.

"Mine." Steve told you. You could feel him. He could feel you as well.

"Mine." You agreed. You could feel Steve's feelings and thoughts just as he could feel yours.

You could feel his reluctance to leave your body and his desire. He could feel your blissed-out state and your confusion as you have no idea what to expect from a Mate bond. Steve reluctantly pulled out the sting of his thick cock leaving your body caused you to wince. You can feel the trickle of cum dripping out of your well used pussy. It was open wide from his thick cock and leaving wet stains on the crotch of what was left of yours and Steve's pants.

"Oh, my darling Mate." Steve started to get hard again watching his cum drip obscenely from your well used pussy. He gently pushed his cum back into your pussy causing you to moan.

Steve felt the moan go straight to his cock causing him to instantly harden. You could feel he didn't want to waste one precious drop of his cum. Your eyes flashed yellow as you felt the urge to mate again. You wrapped a leg around Steve before rolling your hip. This caused you to flip your positions with you on top. With a show of your newly acquired strength you shoved him down. It was your turn to be in control.

"Mine." You tell Steve. Eyes still yellow before raising your hips up.

"Mate." Steve gasps as you sink onto his cock slowly.

Once your hips finally met Steve pelvis you started to ride him frantically. Your hands digging into Steve's chest as you raised your hips up and down. The pleasure consumed you completely. You never noticed your hands. Your hands were slowly started to change from fingers to claws and your mouth started to grow fangs. Steve didn't notice at first as he started to moan and growl underneath you.

Once your claws started to pierce his skin did he notice your claws and fangs. He grinned as he healed instantly. Steve took care to watch his own claws as he grabbed your hips. He then planted his feet and started to thrust upwards causing him to slide deeper inside your pussy hitting your cervix with each thrust. It didn't take long for you to cum. You came all over Steve's cock with a scream.

"Steve!" You scream that ended in a howl. A howl that Steve instantly answered before cumming deep inside you.

"Your mine. Forever."

"Forever."

"Happy Halloween baby. I'm never letting you go."

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lala-ladybug · 4 years ago

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Healing Hands: Chapter 4

Yesyesyes I’m super excited to share this one with you guys!! The game is finally beginning, ahhhh!!!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 4: Goddamn wimps, all of them

Marinette opened her eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight. She stood in a huge village square filled with hundreds of people, the gaps between them growing smaller as more and more players appeared. The sun shone merrily, and an excited chatter began rising in the air. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It felt good to be back.

“Marinette!” She looked around to see Alya and Nino waving a few yards away. She broke into an excited smile and jogged over to meet them. They must have spawned in relative to their actual locations since Kagami, Luka, and the others from her class were already there.

“Hey guys!” Marinette said breathlessly. “Almost didn’t make it. Thanks for the call, Alya.”

The brunette gave her a quick hug. “Anytime, girl. Now you and Lila can show us the ropes!” She bounced excitedly.

Marinette barely caught herself from rolling her eyes and just nodded instead. Of course Lila would be able to help teach the others how to play. It definitely wouldn’t just be Marinette teaching everybody. Again.

Meanwhile, Max and Nathaniel were remarking on how realistic the textures of the cobbled streets were. Marinette did a double-take when she saw Adrien standing next to them. He had an immensely intricate and ornate suit of armor. There was an excess of spikes, ribbons flowing from every joint, and every inch of him was covered in metal. A tall helmet adorned with skull decals cast a shadow over his grinning face.

“What are you wearing?” She spluttered. He pointed a thumb to his chest with some difficulty, the thick metal creaking with the movement.

“This bad boy is the toughest armor in the game! I may have made a few embellishments of my own, so now I look even cooler.” He stated with pride.

Marinette shot a look at Luka, who wore a light set of simple leathers. He grimaced and shook his head, warning Marinette not to question their friend’s surprisingly atrocious taste in fashion. Or serious misunderstanding of armor weight classes.

“You know you could’ve picked any armor you want, right?” Adrien asked.

“Oh, I know. I crafted this set during beta testing!” Marinette spun around to show the boys, gladly welcoming the change in subject. She was dressed in a light suit of armor, the metal tinted a deep red. Black fabric peeked underneath the gaps, a strong yet flexible design of her own making. A simple grey cloak hung off her shoulders, concealing the quiver behind her back.

While Luka and Adrien complimented her brilliant design, she spotted Lila. She looked a little out of her element, hanging back to awkwardly watch a conversation between Kim, Alix, and Kagami, oddly enough. The three were dressed in heavy sets of armor, lamenting about how there weren’t any monsters to battle yet.

Chloe sauntered over to join them and, having heard how even Kagami was itching for a fight, wrinkled her nose. Marinette giggled to herself. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

* * *

Jason’s eyes snapped open and he threw out an arm to steady himself. The transition from logging on was dizzying, but the sensation faded with every deep breath he took. He noted the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. Damn, even he had to admit this tech was impressive. Dick and Tim stood next to him, wearing blue and red-toned armor respectively. Tim was looking around wildly, grinning like an idiot.

“Timmy!” Cassie Sandsmark sprinted towards them to tackle her boyfriend in a hug. Oh great, looks like the rest of the kiddy patrol was here too. Looking to where Cassie had run from, Jason indeed saw various members of The Team. Connor looked just as nauseated as Jason had felt after joining. Roy stood next to him, unmoving as he stared down at his very realistic-looking hand. Ouch. Jason had to have some sympathy for the poor kid, not that he’d ever tell him that.

Bart and Garfield, on the other hand, appeared to be having the time of their lives. Bart got into a running stance and Garfield gleefully jumped into the air, both falling flat on their faces. Jason snorted as he watched Jaime help his boyfriend up. Jaime asked him, “Whoa there ese, what gives?”

Bart shook his head and muttered, “I don’t have my speed.”

Garfield furrowed his brow and strained his face. “You look like you’re either really constipated or trying to shift,” Artemis informed him.

Ignoring her, Garfield locked his panicked eyes with Connor’s. “I can’t shift either, SB.”

“Der kaolc ym nrut,” Zatanna intoned quietly. When nothing happened, she nervously said, “My magic doesn’t work either.”

Jason rolled his eyes. Goddamn wimps, all of them. “Looks like all you supers will have to stoop to our level.”

“Stay whelmed everyone,” Dick stepped in to mitigate half the group’s outrage. “It’s just a game, we don’t exactly need our other skills right now.”

Before they could say anything else, an enormous bell mounted in the center of the town square began to ring. A hush fell over the crowd. The sky darkened as red hexagons interlocked to create a massive dome around the town.

A tall being flickered to life in the air above them. The hooded figure floated high overhead, their face eerily concealed.

“Attention players,” the figure raised their hands. “I welcome you to my world.” Well that didn’t sound ominous, Jason thought to himself. He felt the mood from the others shift into high alert.

“You may call me the Game Master, and I am the only one in control of this world. You may have noticed that the logout button is missing from your main menu.” The figure paused dramatically. “I assure you, this is no defect in the game. It is all as I have designed it to be. You cannot log yourselves out, and no one outside the game will be able to remove you forcibly. If anyone tries to do so, a transmitter inside the VR headset will emit powerful microwaves into your brain that will end your life.” Shit, shit, shit. This was just supposed to be a dumb game he played to make Replacement shut up about it, what the hell?

“Of the 10,000 players, 215 have already died because their family or friends ignored this warning and attempted to remove their headsets. Media outlets have been reporting on this, so it is safe to assume the danger of your headsets being removed has passed.” This guy had to be joking. Though if he wasn’t, Babs would surely research everything within her power to try to remove them safely.

“One other feature of the game is that you are no longer able to revive players. If your HP drops to zero, your avatar will die and the headset will destroy your brain.” Jason’s eyes widened and his head whipped to Dick. He ran a hand through his hair, looking just as horrified as Jason felt.

“The only way for a player to return to the real world is to clear the game. You are currently on Floor 1, the lowest level of the castle. If you make it to the dungeon and defeat the level boss, you may progress to the next level. Defeat the final boss on Floor 100, and you will clear the game.” This motherfucker couldn’t be serious.

The game master, god what a pretentious prick, raised his hands and began to disappear once more. He said, “Good luck, players,” before disappearing entirely. The sky returned to its cheery blue.

A beat of silence passed before someone started screaming. Then the thousands of players erupted into a cacophony of sound.

* * *

Marinette stood stockstill amidst the chaos. She felt more than heard masses of people panicking around her. Her eyes darted back and forth without truly seeing anything, mind racing to figure out a solution. If there was no way to safely remove the headset, then they’d have to beat the whole game. What about the Kwami? Could they connect with their miraculi? What about the small powers they’d each accumulated over the years? If those were accessible, then they might stand a chance, but god if they weren’t--

A hand on her arm made her snap her head to attention. It was Adrien, his jaw clenched tightly. She gripped his arm in return, the small reassurance barely that. Around her, the new Order looked to their leader for orders, direction. And behind them, her classmates....

Most were white in the face. Max had his hands clenched in his hair and was muttering to himself about the likelihood that the headsets actually could kill them. From the way he was shaking his head, she guessed it was a definite possibility. Lila looked like a cornered animal, twitchy and desperately looking for an escape. Even Kim and Alix wore uncharacteristically serious expressions.

“Well?” Chloe prompted Marinette. The latter took a deep breath. Better focus on solving the smaller problems first. “Your VIP package came with a house on the first floor, right?”

Chloe blinked in surprise. “Yeah, it did,” she replied uncertainly.

“Good.” Marinette whistled and gestured for the rest of her friends to gather around. “Listen up! We don’t know how everyone else is going to react, so it’s best for us to go somewhere safe to lie low for a while. I can teach everyone the gameplay, and we’ll do our best to help beat the game.”

She looked Alya and Nathanial in the eye, since their hands seemed to be shaking the most, and said with all the confidence of Ladybug, “Think of all the bullshit Hawkmoth’s put us through. We are not going to die here. That’s a promise.”

Marinette drew her bow and half-strung an arrow, holding it parallel to the ground. “Chloe has a house on the first level. Let’s go.” She nodded to Adrien, Chloe, Kagami, and Luka to establish a perimeter around the rest of the class as they moved. She exhaled a quiet, shaky breath and led the way out of the square.

The crowd did not part easily. People were sobbing, shouting, hyperventilating. They needed to get out fast before the shock wore off.

Someone stood in front of her. The poor soul was probably just as scared as they were. She put her bow back in her inventory, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

“Excuse me,” Marinette gave a little half-wave to get their attention. “May I please get through?”

“Oh, sorry,” He had a deep, male voice. One hand gestured to the direction she was headed as he stepped out of her path. “Go right ahead.” His hands weren’t shaking as the other crept towards his belt. Not good, not good.

A flash of silver was all the warning she got before Luka pulled her back. A knife collided with his hastily raised shield, shedding sparks as the assailant nearly dropped his weapon in surprise. Marinette dropped down to sweep her leg beneath Luka’s shield, knocking the man off his feet. He gave a shout of surprise as he went down, and Luka disarmed him in the confusion.

“Come on, move it!” Marinette shouted over her shoulder. She re-equipped her bow and surged forward, picking up the pace to get the hell out of there. Such a large group was an easy target, they had to get out of the open and fast. People were starting to react beyond their shock, and more of them were bound to get violent.

Her eyes scanned over the buildings in front of them. There. A momentary break in the throng of players allowed her to spot Slipcut Alley, a favorite shortcut of hers. It was only a few yards away. The alley was too narrow for anything but a single-file line, but it provided cover and was hidden by a spell that only other beta testers would know about. It was their best option.

She squared her shoulders and pushed through the last of the crowd. She turned to face her friends, who gathered around her as they too made it out into the small clearing. Chloe, Kagami, and Adrien were watching the crowd behind them, ready to defend against any other attacks.

Marinette put her bow away one more time and asked, “Do you trust me?”

Shaky nods and wide eyes. That would have to do.

“Then follow me,” she said, and walked straight through the wall before them.

* * *

“Our first step should be finding shelter for the night,” Dick said sharply. “We can figure out the rest tomorrow, but it’ll do us no good if we die tonight.” Tim nodded, ever the protégé.

“And just how do you suggest we do that?” Jason countered. He couldn’t help it if it came out a little accusatory. He did not sign up for a damn death trap.

It was Garfield who had the answer. “Well, in order to do anything, we need money. So we need to start killing some monsters!” He palmed his fist with a resounding smack. “And then we can see about an inn or something.”

Connor rubbed his chin. “That’s not a bad idea, kid.”

“Just tell me where to hit them,” Roy said in a low voice, sounding about as pissed as Jason felt.

“Let’s split into three teams. Alpha squad will be Artemis, Wally, Bart, and myself. Tim, Roy, Gar, and Connor will be Beta. Jason, you’re with Jaime, Cassie, and Zatanna for Gamma.” Great, Jason was the only non-super there. What a grand old time that’ll be.

He made to leave the square and disappear into the panicking crowd, but Dick held his arm. “Hey, I’m trusting you to keep them safe,” he kept his voice low. “It’s been a while since they fought without powers, so keep an eye on them.” He then turned to address the rest of the team. “Alpha will take north. Beta, go south and Gamma see what’s west. Meet back here at sunset. Alpha will secure lodging before engaging enemies.”

“What, no pep talk?” Wally elbowed Dick. The latter didn’t crack a smile as he said, “Just stay alive.”

Beside him, Garfield swallowed hard and said weakly, “Noted.”

Jason rolled his eyes and jerked his head in their assigned direction for the other three members of Gamma squad to come with him. He’d follow along as long as Dick made good plans, and Jason didn’t exactly have any better ideas for now.

He put on his very best I know exactly how to kill you and I’ll do it if you don’t get the hell out of my way face and lead the way out of the packed square. The crowd parted easily before him, and they were out on an open street within a matter of minutes.

”Where to first, ese?” Jaime asked, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

Good question. Jason looked around for a map or something that could tell him the way out of the damn town. When he glanced back for a quick headcount and only counted two, he cursed and asked Cassie, “Where the hell is Z?”

She pointed at a nearby stall where the magician was chatting with the vendor. Zatanna waved to them, then sauntered back over to the rest of the team. “The shopkeeper says there’s a bridge further down this street and to the left that’ll take us west out of the town.”

Cassie frowned. “Was that a player with their own shop already? Man, we are behind.”

“Oh, no it was an AI.” Zatanna readily supplied. “An NPC?” She added on seeing the confusion on her companions’ faces. “Honestly, was I the only one to do research on this game before playing it?”

Jaime sheepishly scratched his head while Cassie squeaked, “Well....” Jason had to agree with them, he just did this to keep Replacement happy. And get Dick off his ass, the meddling prick.

Zatanna shook her head. “Look, AI stands for artificial intelligence, and NPC is a non-playable character. They’re computer-generated people, not actual players.”

Jason caught enough to surmise that these NPCs were created by the same maniac that locked them up in here. He crossed his arms and asked, “How the hell can we trust their word if they’re controlled by that fuckin’ game master freak?”

Cassie bit her lip and had the good sense to look concerned. Zatanna just shrugged and said, “I guess we’ll just have to find out. We can try following their directions but stay cautious in case it’s a trap.”

“Fine,” Jason sighed. “Let’s go.” He was already resigned to the absolute stupidity of the situation anyway.

They made it to the end of the street without incident, and turned where the shopkeeper had directed them to. There was a bridge, spanning a merrily bubbling river, and open fields dotted with trees beyond it. Jason could smell the greenery and apple blossoms from here.

“Wait!” Jaime threw his arm out. He made a face, then sneezed. “Aw man,” he gave a tremendous sniff. “Can’t eben escabe allergies in a video gabe.”

Cassie laughed at her friend and slapped him on the back, which only made him sneeze again. Dumbasses, they didn’t have time for this. Jason rolled his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time that day and walked up to the base of the bridge. He slowly, carefully stepped across and edged his way to the other side.

The other three followed suit, and upon joining him, Zatanna said cheerfully, “Seems like we can trust the NPCs!”

“For now,” Jason muttered, still not convinced. He turned his gaze to the rolling hills before him, warm breezes sending waves that shimmered through the knee-high grass. He didn’t see any monsters, but there had to be some... right?

He used two fingers to swipe the air in front of him, opening his inventory. At least he remembered that much from the tutorial. He equipped the crossbow he’d loaded in when he created his avatar. Damn, that night in the Batcave felt like it was a week ago.

Jason took a wary step forward, into the grass. “Fan out,” he directed the other three. He didn’t turn to watch as he heard them draw their own weapons and creep up to flank him.

A rustle in the grass ahead had him throw a clenched fist into the air to have the others hold their positions. He waited until the movement stilled, then crept forward a few more steps, careful to keep his footsteps silent. He was within feet of it now, whatever it was. He hoisted up his crossbow to brace it on his shoulder and trained it on the last place he’d spotted movement. There was a sharp inhale behind him, and then Jaime sneezed loudly.

The head of a wild boar whipped up and it lunged for Jason. “Shit!” he yelled. Damn kid and his perfect timing. Jason blindly jumped backward and fired a bolt at the same time. It met its target and the boar shattered into glittering dust that resembled pixels. In front of him, a notification popped up that 20 copper coins, the crossbow bolt he’d shot, and a boar tusk had been added to his inventory. Huh, that was surprisingly easy.

“Wow, that was so crash!” Cassie pumped her fists in the air. “This game is gonna be a piece of cake.”

“Not so fast,” Zatanna frowned. “Remember, this is only the first level. It’s bound to be easy. It’s only going to get harder from here.”

Jason turned around to face them. “And just because that little shit was easy to kill doesn’t mean they all will be on this level.” He noticed Jaime hanging back, looking embarrassed.

“Hey kid,” Jason jerked his chin at him. Jaime's head snapped up. “Do you want to try the next one or wait by the bridge until your allergies clear up?”

Jaime opened his mouth to respond but had to sneeze again. “I think I’ll just waid by the bridge. I’b really sorry guys.” He trekked back to where they’d come into the fields.

“And then there were three. Ladies first,” Jason mockingly bowed, gesturing to the open fields beyond where the boar had been. Zatanna smirked and Cassie stuck her tongue out at him, which he returned with a rude gesture.

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writer-and-artist27 · 4 years ago

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[Image Description: Four screenshots from Fate/Grand Order showing in order, (1) the Bond Level Up screen for Rider Achilles, where his Bond Level has gone up from 9 to 10; (2) the “Craft Essence Extracted” screen that shows Achilles' Max Bond Craft Essence of What Encapsulates the World; (3) a screenshot of Achilles' Servant card, with emphasis on all 10 of his bond diamonds in the level screen being filled; and (4) a “Bond Level Limit Released” screen that shows Achilles’ Bond Level limit being broken to reach Level 11. End Description.]

Finally. Finally. After a late night story and some farming, well. The first five-star Rider I ever pulled in the game about a year and a month ago (specifically on 4/24/2020 when the Apocrypha event came out in NA), the Rider I always went to when it came to farming and boss battles (including against Kadoc and Anastasia in Lostbelt 1 and the Tree of Emptiness Battle in Lostbelt 2), and now the first Rider I've ever gotten to Bond 10. ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ My Hero! My reckless, amazing Hero!

♡＾▽＾♡ It's so great to see. All my Grailed Servants are at Bond 10 and going on the journey of Bond 11 with me now! I loved this dork of a Hero so much, even before I found out his voice actor handled Saitama from One Punch Man. Heck, I loved all my Grailed folks for getting me through so many pinches, even before I decided to use Grails on them. Even now, that love is still there.

And, well, since Robin and Arturia got short stories to celebrate, why can't Achilles get his?

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Compared to the others who reached Bond 10 before him, Achilles simply smirked once Vy eventually raised the rainbow flame up to his eye level. "Wow," he said after a single beat, shouldering his spear. "Saber wasn't kidding about you saving one for me. That Bond Chalice is bright."

...Was he actually miming being hot in the face of the rainbow? Hand waving and all?

"Muuuuu." Vy couldn't help but pout in spite of all the joy running through her veins, tilting her head at him. "Th-This was supposed to be a surprise, y'know."

Achilles chuckled. "Hard to for it to stay a surprise when you kept putting me on the front-lines, Princess." Still, the glint of warmth in his yellow eyes was hard to miss as he then reached over to press a single gloved hand to the top of her head. "The number of doors I mowed down could probably go up on an achievement chart or something."

Out of the smallest bit of fond exasperation, Vy bumped the palm of his hand with her head as hard as she could. "Still can't believe it took you Ember and QP farming to get this far after Big Robin and Art-san, Achi." Still holding the Chalice in her hands, Vy felt her eyebrow twitch. "You giant dork. What took you so long?"

In spite of the barely veiled frustration, all Achilles did was grin, his hand still staying in place as he proceeded to ruffle her hair of all things. "I'm a hero, Princess! Heroes play hard to get at!"

Vy still squinted her eyes at him past her glasses. "...You still okay fighting with me, then?"

I'm not exactly innocent anymore, Achi. Are you sure about staying with me? Even when I might not be a Princess but a devil to those in the Lostbelts?

Achilles' grin didn't even falter in the face of Vy's quieter voice, his gaze seemingly softening as she continued to look up at him. "What do you think, Vy?"

Vy didn't get a chance to open her mouth before muscular arms were winding around her waist and lifting. The instinctual squeak was already echoing in her throat by the time her hands found a comforting ledge on his shoulders past all the golden armor he persisted with wearing, and past his head, she could see his spear discarded on the floor without what felt like a care in the world. It was already taking everything she had to remember the Bond Chalice clutched between her fingers, and she could see the rainbow flame flicker behind Achilles' hair as he held her up to his eye level.

"Achi...?" Vy whispered, just as his forehead bumped hers.

Past the green spikes tickling her skin, Achilles smiled.

"Princess, fighting for you makes me remember why I wanted to be a Hero in the first place. I'm not going to leave you alone now when the Lostbelts still need to be dealt with." Vy did her best not to blush once he lowered her just a bit to press a warm kiss to her forehead.

"A-Achi?"

"I already lost a love of mine to war, Vy," she felt Achilles whisper against her skin. "I'm not going to let another one go if I can help it."

#achilles #short story #mastersona vy #vy plays fate grand order #fate grand order #passing days #bond 10 #YAY #all my Grailed folk are Bond 10 now!!!#nice things #unedited #screenshots #reaction thingie #writing

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firefly464 · 4 years ago

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The Real World - Chapter 3

Hey guess what @i-have-this-now did a collaborative writing thing this time! They wrote the first part and then I took over for the second part and it was fun :D

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Wilbur paced around his base, book and quill in hand, quickly and nervously scribbling. Words looking more jumbled and rushed by the second. Tear stains quickly brushed off. At least he knew Tommy was okay. If he didn’t have to make a peace treaty, he’d stab that green bastard through the heart. Tommy was already bleeding and Dream tried to finish him off. His hands were shaking with rage, he had to put the book down. Sitting down and running his hand through his hair, he tried to calm himself. He tried thinking of something hopeful, something that he could look forward to. He couldn’t. L’manberg had surrendered, his friends in shambles, trying to pick up the pieces of a better time.

He looked outside, it was about four in the morning. He saw the black, broken walls of L’manburg. Looking slightly to the left, he saw the burnt wooden gate. Beyond that, he saw… him. Dream was pacing around the town, as if seeing it for the first time. His movements were sluggish and tired, clearly he hadn't had any sleep.

Wilbur, immediately heading outside, confronted the masked man. “What are you doing?”

Dream quickly turned around, stunned. “Oh- uh- Wilbur! I- I was just looking around. I’ll just head back if you need me to-”

Wilbur quickly raised an eyebrow at Dream’s odd behavior. “Just- what do you want?”

“Wil, I- look, I’m sorry for shooting Tommy.” Dream looked down, as if regretful for his actions.

Wilbur’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re sorry?” Anger quickly replaced his surprise. “You’re sorry?! You almost fucking killed him! He’s sixteen, Dream. You agreed to his- his stupid challenge! I swear to god-”

“Yes! I did! I fucking did! You- You think I wanted to-” Dream sighed. “You don’t understand.”

Wilbur looked at Dream once more, noticing the crack in his mask that was exposing his left eye. The crack looked like it was broken by a sword. Did he break it himself? Why would he break his own mask? Then, he noticed his red, puffy eyes. His tired behaviour. Dream truly regretted his actions. What happened to cause his sudden change of heart?

“I’ll- I’ll just go,” Dream muttered quietly. He took one last look at the man that had once been his friend. It was the first time he had really taken a good look at Wilbur in this strange, new world. He was no longer the same happy and cheerful man that he had once been. This wasn’t the man who had cracked jokes in the middle of fighting. This was a man who had been beaten down by the weight of war. A man who had seen one of his best friends get shot in the chest. He was in no shape to listen to the pleas of the one who had caused so much pain and suffering.

Dream had heard stories of war before. Stories of how the Generals in the Civil war had been forced to march soldiers to their deaths, unable to do anything. Stories about the horrors of trench warfare. He had never put much thought into those stories before. After all, he lived in a peaceful time. A time where he could go outside without fearing for his life. Why bother learning about the pains of his ancestors?

However, Wilbur’s eyes made all of those stories feel so much more personal. The eyes of a broken man. One who had given up all hope. One who could see no way out.

Dream could feel tears starting to well up in his eyes as he walked off. Wilbur was in no shape to listen, much less accept his apology.

Sighing, Dream headed back to his base, looking once more at the dreaded bow that had almost taken Tommy’s life. He picked it up and snapped it in half, he can’t bear to look at it anymore. He took off his mask, slashing it with his sword again, splitting it in half. He took his sword and stabbed the wooden floor of his base, leaving it stuck in the wood. He didn’t bother yanking it back out. He threw everything he could on the ground, breaking every fragile object in sight. He took his pickaxe and threw it at the window, shattering it.

This wasn’t his home. This isn’t supposed to be his life. Maybe hearing the glass break could bring him back to his reality, but it didn’t. He was stuck in a war, in a world he himself created. Dream wished he never made the server, never agreed to the war, never agreed to the duel.

He fell to his knees, clutching his sides, as sobs overtook him.

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George woke up early. He put his glasses on and immediately started the day. He went outside, going to Dream’s base. Squinting, he saw what looked like broken glass. Oh no. What happened? Did someone break in? Did someone try to kill Dream?

Rushing over to the disheveled base and heading inside, he saw broken things everywhere. Broken potions, swords, axes. The broken bow did not catch his eye, however, the mask did. Split in two, the mask was slashed diagonally across with a netherite sword, which was on the wooden floor next to it. Dream was asleep on the other side of the room, on a small raised platform. He hadn’t even bothered dragging himself into bed.

George went over to him, shaking him so he would wake up. “Dream, what the hell?”

“Hmmphh… gimme five minutes, George.”

“There is no time for five minutes! Why did you do this?”

Dream shot up immediately. “Why’d I do wha- Oh.”

“Well?” George helped him up.

“I… was overwhelmed?” Dream sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll clean this up.” Dream stood up, turning away from George.

“Dream, this- this isn’t what I’m worried about. I’m worried about you.”

“Me? Wh- Why would you worry about me?” Dream said, laughing nervously.

“You’ve been acting weird ever since the duel! Dream, if something’s going on, you can tell me.”

In reality, Dream couldn’t tell George what was going on. Would he even believe him if he said he was from some alternate reality where this was all just some video game? He fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket, trying to come up with a lie.

“I… I’m not feeling that well. Maybe it was the poison potion before the duel?” He said.

George’s eyes widened in shock. “You drank a poison pot before the duel?!”

Dream looked a bit confused, but nodded anyways. That had happened, right? Both him and Tommy had used a splash potion of poison to get to half a heart so the winner would be clear.

His friend looked genuinely shocked at Dream’s actions, as well as a bit angry. “What the hell Dream?! Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? If Tommy had given you even a small cut you would have bled out and died! You know that we don’t have any way of curing that!”

Dream bit back a curse. Of course they hadn’t used any poison. In game guaranteeing death was essential to that style of duel. However, in a real situation, it was just idiotic. It would be like sending a military into battle without bullet proof armor.

But that was his story now, and trying to back peddle would only look more suspicious. And so he just shrugged, trying to look at least a little remorseful. “Sorry… Guess I got over confident.” It wasn’t unbelievable. After all, he was known in the minecraft community for being skilled at the game.

George however, didn’t look convinced. “That’s a stupid reason to put your life in danger. I don’t care how skilled you are. What if Tommy had gotten lucky? You would have died, no questions asked,” he chided, his gaze filled with fear and concern.

Dream felt a twinge of guilt. He hated making his friend worry like this. But he didn’t know what else to do. Better for George to think he was an idiot then to think he was insane. “Look, what's done is done. I’m still alive aren’t I?”

George let out a sigh of resignation “I suppose… But only because you got lucky.” He ran a hand through his hair, staring at the mess surrounding him. He figured it was as good of a topic change as any. “What did you even do? Why is everything… destroyed?”

Dream looked around at the mess he had created. Sure enough, everything was completely and totally destroyed. Glass bottles lay shattered on the floor. Chests were overturned, with resources scattered everywhere. An axe head lay next to the window, its handle nowhere to be seen. In other words, the room looked like a complete and total dump.

“I couldn’t sleep… Again, I haven’t been feeling good”

The other man stepped over to where the splintered remains of the bow lay. He kneeled next to them, before looking up at his friend. He still wasn’t quite used to seeing him without a mask on…

“Dream, isn’t this your maxed out bow?”

Dream stared at the splintered wood on the floor. Sure enough, the faint purple shine of runes still remained on the broken pieces. Enchantment. Oh well, it didn’t matter to him what bow it was. All that mattered was that it had released the deadly shot. The one that had nearly killed an innocent boy.

“Is it…?” he mutters.

“I thought you spent hours trying to get the experience needed for that bow. Why would you destroy it?”

“I told you. I’ve been stressed.”

“Stressed enough to undo countless hours of hard work? That doesn’t seem like something you would do”

He only shrugged in response

“Are you sure you don’t need anything? What if we… What if we went and spared for a bit?” George asked, his eye landing on the netherite sword embedded into the ground. “I know that helps you out. Besides, I’ve been practicing! Today might be the day I finally beat you!”

Dream forced a smile onto his face. Pvp… He was supposed to be good at that, wasn’t he? After all, he knew every exploit of the game. He was the world record holder for the fastest speed run time. He knew how to PVP. So then why did he feel such a heavy sense of dread?

“Yeah, alright. That sounds good”

“Great! I’ll go get the practice swords. You go wait outside at the normal spot” George rushed out of the small base, clearly trying his best to raise his friends spirits.

Dream stepped over to the netherite sword embedded in the ground and pulled it out. He held it in his hand for a second, staring at the glowing runes that were ingrained into the blade. It felt… natural in his hand. The blade felt balanced, and the handle fit perfectly in his hands. It was as if it was made for him. To be honest, it probably had been. Or at least, the him that had existed before he had shown up. The one that actually lived here. The one that wasn’t an imposter…

He did a single swing of the sword, trying to see how it felt. He poured all of his anger and frustration into the swing. Almost immediately, he lost his balance and fell.

“Shit…” he muttered. This wasn’t going to go well.

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#haha yeah dream doesnt know shit about using a sword #but shhhh its fine #im sure nothing bad will happen because of that :D #also this is my new hyperfixation #writing this is so much fun and i love it #i totally wasnt writing during class #dreamwastaken #dream smp #dream team #georgenotfound #wilbur soot #L'manberg #mcyt #mcyt au #my writing #The Real World #writing colab #The Real World AU #tommyinnit

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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Alright - Jose “Sad Eyes” Guzman

Pairing: Jose “Sad Eyes” Guzman x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: Since Sad Eyes’ first name isn’t mentioned in the show, I’m stealing the one @spookysmujer and @youare-mysonshine came up with for him for their co-written story ‘Todo Cambio’. Go check it out! NOT PROOFREAD, so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes, and translations for the Spanish bits can be found at the end. I hope you like it and let me know what you think, it’s my first time writing for Sad Eyes xx

Wordcount: 2397

Summary: Sad Eyes takes care of you after you’ve been jumped and beaten by Prophets.

“Ow. Not so hard.” You hissed through your teeth, your entire body wincing when the alcohol-soaked rag was pressed down onto the open cut in your eyebrow.

Sad Eyes barely batted an eye to your complaints, his face wiped free of every emotion but anger as he kept cleaning you up with slow, careful movements.

The hand that wasn’t holding the rag was holding on to your chin to hold your face in place, his touch soft, almost as if he thought that you would break if he held you with any more pressure.

But still, the feeling of the rag pressing against the open scrapes and cuts on your face was the most painful thing you’d ever felt, having you constantly wincing out of his touch which in turn only added fuel to his burning irritation.

“I need to clean it or it’ll get infected.” He replied flatly, his voice low in his throat.

He heaved an annoyed sigh when you winced out of his touch again, reaching his hand back out to grab your shin, this time more determined.

“You’re pressing too hard.” You winced again, tears burning your eyes.

Still, you kept watching him through your blurry vision, knowing that his body standing in front of you where you were seated on top of the kitchen counter was the only thing keeping you from falling down in all your dizzy glory.

Those Prophets had really done a number on you, four full-grown men with biceps the size of your thighs having jumped you, a twenty-year-old girl, guilty of nothing but being recognized as a Santo’s ruca when walking through the street.

Of course, one of them had been Latrelle, him having been the one to spot you out. He had been causing a lot of trouble for Los Santos lately, Cesar in particular.

You held the youngest Diaz boy very dear to your heart and if you hadn’t hated those Prophets before, you sure did now that they had done him dirty like that.

So, of course, you just had to be your stupid old self and open your big, stupid mouth, basically inviting them to show off their dominance.

You didn’t know what ‘manly’ was in their eyes, but four guys ganging up on one girl half their size was not how you would define it.

Either way, they beat you to the curb in an attempt to get you to give up a Santos safe-house, going in confident that you would throw the Santos under the bus for your own survival’s sake, but they were quickly proven wrong.

You were barely holding on to your life at the end of it and hadn’t Oscar, Jose and the Santos shown up when they did, you were sure you would have died.

You would never forget the look on Jose’s face when he came over to you where you laid on the ground, barely even able to hold your eyes open at that point. He was talking to you, yelling, but you couldn’t hear a word, your ears ringing.

His eyes had grown more panicked than they had already been when you guessed he realized you were slipping away from him, you remember the faint feeling of his hand slapping against your cheek and seeing Oscar rush up behind him.

The last thing you remembered was them lifting you up and carrying you towards the Impala while the other Santos beat down the Prophets, and then everything had turned black.

You woke up again when you were being carried back out of the car and at that point, you had gotten back your sense of hearing back and was a lot less out of it.

Your thoughts weren’t completely coherent but you were still able to lazily sass your boyfriend and his best friend back when they scolded you for being stupid.

Something you knew neither of them had appreciated very much, especially not Jose.

You were pulled out of your thoughts and back to reality with another wince when he pressed the rag down again, his voice reaching your ears shortly after.

“I’m barely touching you.” He said in a flat voice, and true to his words, he carefully wiped the rag around the cut again. “You brought this on yourself. I told you to stay inside until I got back.”

You closed your eyes, sighing out through your nose and holding on to the edge of the counter as a sudden wave of dizziness hit you. “This again?” You questioned. “The fridge was empty and I was hungry. I just needed to go to the store.”

“I could’ve given you a ride.” He pressed down harder on your face as the anger got the best of him, the stinging sensation forcing your eyes open again.

You met his angry gaze with one of your own, glaring fiercely at him. “You weren’t picking up your phone. What was I supposed to do? Starve?”

Removing the rag away from your face and bringing his hands down to the counter, he stared at you. “You could have waited another hour.” He pointed out and you rolled your eyes, instantly regretting it as the bruises around them screamed in protest.

“How was I supposed to know you would have been done an hour from then?” You asked him, and watched as something flickered behind his brown eyes.

“The human body can go for three weeks without food.” He fired back, taking a threatening step closer to you.

“You know how I know that?” He raised his eyebrows, moving his face closer to you, to which you held your breath nervously. “Because you’re the one who told me.”

He shook his head, his gaze so strict you wanted nothing more than to look away. But you couldn’t. “You’re not taking this seriously. You could’ve died.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together at the sight of his eyes closing and his head falling down, his back moving up and down with violent breaths.

More than anything, you just wanted to tell him he was right and that you were sorry; that it wouldn’t happen again. One side of your mind was screaming at you to do just this, to put an end to the suffering he was obviously experiencing right now.

Bur admitting out loud that he was right would also mean admitting you were wrong, and that’s something the other side of your mind wasn’t on board with. You were just stubborn like that; a flaw that had caused problems in your relationship more time than you could remember.

“But I didn’t, did I?” You asked before you could stop yourself, your stubbornness getting the best of you.

You plastered on a smile, eyes softening and hands leaving the counter to take his face in yours, forcing him to look up at you as you continued. “My knight in shining armor turned up and saved me, like you always do.”

Your thumbs rubbed small circles on the line of his jaw and his eyes fell shut at the feeling, but it did nothing to calm his mind, his head beginning to shake furiously.

“Stop.” His voice was silent, low, as he got lost in your touch for just a brief moment. But he quickly pulled himself back together, opening his eyes and moving his hands up to stop yours “No hagas eso. This is serious.”

“I’m fine.” You tried to convince him again, dropping your hands from his face again and looking to the side, avoiding his pointed glare.

You knew you deserved the scolding you were currently getting, but you felt like a child being scolded by her parent and it made your defensiveness rise to the max out of pure instinct.

And he knew you like he knew the back of his own hand, knowing exactly how you were functioned, what you were thinking, what you were trying to do and why.

“Stop trying to run away from the consequences of your actions. Stop trying to make the situation less serious than it is.” He kept scolding you, trying to search out your eyes.

When you kept avoiding his gaze, he reached out and caught your chin in between his fingers again, forcing your face to the front so that he could look you in the eyes.

“Are you listening to me?” He questioned, and out of pure instinct, you glared, turning defensive again.

“Yeah, I’m listening, Jose.” You snapped back. “How can I not when you keep getting up in my face?”

“You could have died, (Y/N)!” He finally snapped, the sudden change of volume of his voice causing you to jump where you sat, your heart following your body’s example behind your chest.

Your eyes widened and the speed of your heartbeat picked up significantly as his demeanor changed in less than a second, his face now pulled into a near murderous glare as he continued to yell.

“Did you even stop to think about how it would affect me if something happened to you?! No, you never do! Porque eres un orgulloso, y no escuchas!”

You swallowed back the lump growing in your throat at the sight of tears now spilling down his cheeks, your own eyes beginning to sting at the sight.

It was absolutely terrifying, the kind of deep suffering the happiest looking people were able to hide inside themselves.

You had never seen him cry in the years you had been together and now that you had, the guilt that you had been pushing back this entire time suddenly came rushing back, like a flood going through your entire body, coming out on top of the pride you had previously allowed to control your words and actions.

“I’m sorry.” You were finally able to apologize, your voice small and barely even audible.

Your lower lip quivered and tears were building up in your eyes at a frequent pace as the fear from what had happened not even an hour ago came rushing back to you, having been pushed back by the adrenaline in the heat of the moment.

Only then did allow yourself to realize how serious the situation really was, but as you watched your boyfriend raise his hands to his head and breath heavily in an attempt to control his emotions, and failing miserably, you couldn’t even bring yourself to process your own fear.

All you could focus on was him, your arms automatically shooting out to catch his biceps in your hands.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, alright?” You said again, your voice now a bit louder. “I should’ve listened to you, but I’m fine. Thanks to you.”

He closed his eyes, still refusing to look at you and staying rooted to his spot when you tried pulling him back to you. “Yeah.” He agreed, his voice now lowered again. “But you wouldn’t have been if we hadn’t turned up when we did.”

You frowned, nodding and looking down into the floorboards. “I know. I’m sorry.” You admitted, your own tears finally spilling over the edge.

Sad Eyes’ head turned back to you, his glare going soft at the sight of you. He sighed deeply, pulling his hands over his face before turning back to you and stepping back in between your legs.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” He apologized calmly, raising his hands up to your cheeks. “You scared the shit out of me.” He breathed out, pressing a long kiss to your forehead while squeezing his eyes shut.

Your body instantly turned warmed at the small touch of affection, your hands coming up to grab at his wrists. “I know. I’m sorry.” You repeated silently, sounding like a record stuck on repeat at this point.

But he didn’t seem to care, moving his arms open and nodding at you. “Ven aquí. Let me hold you.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, inching yourself further out on the counter and leaning into his arms, letting his long arms wrap around you securely.

He felt warm and familiar, solid and safe. You wanted to cling to his shirt, bury your face into the warm curve of his neck and never let go, instantly relaxing at the feeling of his body held tightly against yours.

But you knew that it was more for his sake than yours. Seeing you beaten up really scared him, you knew, and it would be a long time before he would forgive himself for letting that happen to you – even if it hadn’t even been remotely his fault.

Feeling a small drop fall on top of your head, you raised your face from his chest to look at him, wasting no time in taking his face in your hands and wiping his eyes free of the tears.

“Please don’t cry.” You whispered.

He looked back at you, face blank but eyes holding more sadness and conflict than you’d ever seen him experience before. “I almost lost you.” He replied.

His voice was harsh, and your eyebrows creased together as your thumb swiped across his cheek again. “I know what you’re thinking and it’s not your fault.”

His eyes fell closed again and his head leaned down, his forehead suddenly pressing against yours. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane in all this Santo madness, I don’t know what I’d do without you, mi amor.”

His hands gripped at your waist desperately and you held his face in your hands just as affectionately.

“I’m not going anywhere, papi.” Your head shook, rubbing your foreheads together. “I promise I’ll listen to you next time.”

Another breath left his nose, but this time out of relief. “I’m holding you to that, princesa.” He opened his eyes, squeezing your waist and pressing his forehead harder against yours.

“Te amo.” He spoke then, in that perfect Spanish accent that you loved so much and never failed to make your face light up in a smile; not even now when your face was bruised beyond recognition.

“I love you, too.” You whispered back, and then you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a kiss, pouring all of you into that one single moment to let him know you were alright.

Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):

No hagas eso – don’t do that

Porque eres un orgulloso, y no escuchas – because you’re selfish, and you don’t listen

Ven aquí – come here

#sad eyes #sad eyes imagine #sad eyes x reader #on my block #on my block imagine #on my block x reader #omb #omb imagine #omb x reader #santos #spooky #oscar diaz #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar spooky diaz #steve villegas

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adiwriting · 5 years ago

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Fic: Lay Down Your Armor

Prompt: Patching Each Other Up

Fandom: Roswell New Mexico

Pairing: Malex (Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

Hurt/Comfort

Notes: This is my first attempt at writing Malex, and my first fic in over two years. I decided to do some writing prompts to get back into both writing and help figure out Michael and Alex’s voices. If this sucks... I apologize. I’m working on it ;)

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“Where is he?” Alex asks Liz and Rosa the moment he jumps out of his car.

“He’s inside,” Rosa says at the same time Liz says, “You’re bleeding!”

Alex ignores Liz’s hands reaching out for him. He rushes into Max’s place, eyes darting around frantically until he hears arguing coming from the bedroom.

“Don’t touch me! I’ve gotta go back!” Michael yells.

The sound of his voice is the softest chord, but he can’t breathe, not until he sees him.

Alex steps into the bedroom and the moment his eyes lock with Michael’s, his heart slams back into his chest and he takes his first real breath in three days.

He’s okay.

He’s alive.

They didn’t kill him.

“Alex!” Michael jumps up from where Isobel, Max, and Kyle were trying to hold him down on the bed and rushes into his arms. Alex squeezes him as tight as his injured arm will allow.

He takes several steadying breaths as he tells himself that everything is alright now. It’s okay.

“I thought that you—” he struggles to get out and it’s only then that he realizes he’s been crying.

“I know,” Michael says, face buried in his neck and it’s only barely audible. “I thought the same thing. When they took me, they said that you were… that you were…”

“Dead,” Alex says. “They told you I was dead.”

Alex doesn’t need to feel Michael’s nod to know it’s true. Nor does he need to feel how Michael is holding him like he might suddenly disappear. He knows it because it’s what they’d told him. For the past three days, he’s had to live in a world where Michael was dead and he hadn’t been able to save him.

He’d made a promise to always protect him and he hadn’t been able to do that.

“I’m so sorry,” Alex cries.

“What?” Michael pulls back to rest his forehead against Alex’s. “What are you… What?” His voice is shaky and his entire body is trembling.

“I was supposed to protect you,” Alex says as he tries to force his breathing to slow down. He can do this. Michael won’t calm down as long as Alex is still panicking. He needs to be the one to pull them back. He’s the soldier. He’s the one who trains for high stress situations. He can get them through this. He just needs to breathe.

“I don’t care about that,” Michael says. “I care that you died!”

“I didn’t. I’m right here,” Alex promises, cradling Michael’s face with his hands. “I’m right here.”

“But you weren’t,” he says, breathing only picking up speed. “And I couldn’t feel you anymore.”

Michael’s hand moves to his chest, right where his handprint had been.

“I’m right here,” Alex says calmly, taking deep soothing breaths despite the fact that his own heart is still racing. “I’m right here, okay? Just breathe with me. I’m right here.”

Michael nods and tries to copy his breathing.

It takes a few minutes, but as Michael slowly stops trembling, Alex feels his own heart beat finally return to a normal rhythm.

“Not to interrupt, but I really need to treat… well, both of you actually,” Kyle says, not unkindly.

“Don’t touch me!” Michael yells as the furniture starts to shake and a few picture frames fall to the floor and shatter.

“I’m right here,” Alex says, stroking his cheeks in reassurance. Alex has seen this before. Hell, Alex has been here before. You can’t serve in war without witnessing men at their breaking point. Trauma fucks with even the strongest men. He never wanted this for Michael.

“I’ll take care of him,” Alex says, pulling Michael’s head to his chest so he can hold him while he talks to everyone else.

“No offense, but somebody really needs to look at you too,” Kyle says.

Alex shakes his head. Carding his hands through Michael’s hair. It’s tangled and matted, and Alex tries to convince himself it’s just dirt and grime he’s feeling, not blood.

“I can heal you both, but Michael hasn’t let me touch him,” Max adds.

No. He’s sure Michael hasn’t.

Alex never wanted anyone to touch him either post-battle. He still remembers giving that poor nurse a black eye right after he’d lost his leg.

Fuck. Alex hates this. He’s the soldier. He’s the one that enlisted. He’s the one who is trained for this, not Michael. Alex did everything in his power to make sure that Michael never had to experience the violence of war. Not again. Not after that night in the shed. And yet, here they are. Because he’d failed. Alex had failed to protect him.

“I’ve got him,” Alex says, placing a soothing kiss to the top of Michael’s head when Michael squeezes him harder.

“Alex—”

“Kyle,” Alex cuts him off, which earns him glares from Max and Isobel. “No offense, to any of you. But none of you know what this is like. I’ll patch Michael up.”

“Are you sure?” Kyle asks, but Alex can see that he’s already resigned himself to being sidelined for this one.

“Yeah. 12 years in and I still remember all my field training. It’ll be fine.”

Kyle nods. “My bag is on the bed. It should have all the medical supplies you need. Just call me when you’re ready. That cut on your head should really get some stitches or it’s going to leave a nasty scar.”

Alex nods. Kyle leaves the easiest. Max and Isobel linger a minute longer, both looking at Michael longingly.

“We’re just outside if you need us,” Isobel says sadly, before pulling Max out of the room.

“You’re hurt,” Michael says, once they are alone.

“I’m alive.” Alex leads him over to sit on the bed. “That’s all that matters.”

Michael gives him an exhausted smile and nods. Alex looks him up and down, assessing the state he’s in.

His skin and clothes are covered in a thick layer of blood, sweat, and grime. There’s a clean cut across his neck that was likely caused by a blade. There is a hole in his shirt with a giant pool of blood, which seems to be his biggest injury. Both of his wrists have clear ligature marks, but one seems especially swollen and possibly broken. When Alex’s eyes move back up his body, he notices just how pale and clammy Michael is.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Guerin,” Alex says softly.

Michael shakes his head, and Alex gives him a confused look. He’d been comfortable with him touching him a moment ago. Is he not going to let anyone patch him up?

“You first,” Michael says.

Alex rolls his eyes. “It’s not a competition.”

Michael raises his eyebrows at him before pushing Alex’s jacket to the side and pulling up his shirt. “No?”

Oh right. That.

In all of Alex’s panic, he’d completely forgotten about that. He hardly even felt it, he'd been so singularly focused on making sure that Michael was alright. But now that he mentioned it, the adrenaline was starting to wear off and his vision was going a bit wonky.

“Lay down, Private,” Michael teases, gently pushing him back on the bed before his expression grows more serious. “You can lay down your armor. Let somebody take care of you for a change.”

“You know I’m a sergeant, right?” he says with a smirk, brushing past the rest of what Michael said. Alex has been working on himself a lot over the last two years, but he’s still not any good at accepting help. He’s not sure he’s ever going to be comfortable with it. He’s much more comfortable being the protector, the caretaker.

Alex reaches out to grab onto the hand that was currently trying to strip him of his shirt. He just needs to touch him. Remind himself that Michael is really here. This isn’t some pain induced hallucination like before. Michael is here. He’s really okay.

“I really did think you’d died,” Michael says. “When they first took you, I could still feel you, and then… it just stopped.”

“The handprint faded,” Alex explains. “But I would never leave you.”

He can feel the moment Michael tenses up as he begins dressing his wound.

“That’s not a promise you’re able to make,” Michael says, and though he works to keep the emotion out of his voice, Alex can still hear it.

Alex closes his eyes as he realizes what he’d said. Michael is used to everyone leaving him. Willingly or not, nobody ever sticks around. And they sure as hell never keep their promises. Hadn’t he told himself to stop making promises to Michael that he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep?

“Fair. That’s… that’s fair,” he admits, refusing to get defensive like he always does. That’s something else he’s been learning. “But let me just say, I would never willingly leave you. And I fought like hell to get back to you. I always have. I always will.”

Michael sniffs and tries to casually wipe his face as if he hadn’t been crying. As if Alex hadn’t witnessed him have a full blown breakdown a few minutes ago.

“So, you finally going to admit that we’re back together or do I need to find us another life or death scenario to—”

Alex cuts him off with a kiss.

“That a yes then?” Michael teases when he pulls away.

“Let’s finish patching each other up and get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning…”

“But?”

“But yes,” Alex says with a smile. “I almost lost you, too. I’m tired of waiting.”

#Roswell nm #Roswell new mexico #Malex fic #Malex #michael guerin #Alex Manes #Angsty #writing prompts #just something I'm trying #We'll see if I like it enough in the morning

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wehavethoughts · 4 years ago

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Zack Snyder's Justice League Review!

Zack Snyder's Justice League dir. Zack Snyder (2021) Warner Bros. Pictures, DC Films, Atlas Entertainment and The Stone Quarry Science Fiction, Action, Superhero Movie

Rating: 3.5 Waves

Summary: Tormented by visions of a dark future, Bruce Wayne aka The Batman attempts to gather a team of superheroes to defend the planet. When alien tyrant Steppenwolf arrives on Earth seeking a long forgotten technology, this group of heroes must do everything in their power to keep him from locating all three Mother Boxes and destroying the world.

Content warnings: Violence, Death, Body Horror, Gore

This review DOES NOT contain spoilers for Zack Snyder's Justice League

A bit of background for those of you thinking “Didn’t Justice League come out years ago?” You are exactly right! Justice League was released in theaters in 2017 and is the fifth movie in the DCEU (DC Extended Universe). The same company that produced Justice League then funded Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) which is a different version of the story that was released in 2017. Zack Snyder was actually the original director of Justice League (2017), but he stepped away from the project during post production and the film was handed over to director Joss Whedon. Whedon’s creative decisions led to rewrites, heavy editing and a notorious reshoot that required removal of Henry Cavill’s mustache via CGI. Therefore, Justice League as it premiered in theaters in 2017 was Joss Whedon’s vision of the story. As some of you might remember, Justice League (2017) was considered a “flop” as it lost the studio ~$60 million overall and was received by fans with mixed to negative reviews (6.2/10 IMDB, 40% Rotten Tomatoes). But since Zack Snyder had left so late in the project, there were rumors that his version of the film had been nearly finished and there was hope that the movie Snyder filmed was actually better than what Whedon had created. Fans took to social media to demand that Warner Bros release the “Snyder Cut'' of Justice League and in a move I personally find baffling, Warner Bros actually gave Zack Snyder another $70 million to finish his version. Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) which was released on HBO Max is the final product.

While understanding the context of how this movie came about is neat and honestly pretty hilarious, I never got around to see Justice League (2017) so I cannot give any commentary on whether this new film is any better. For those who are curious, my fiancée who has seen both says that the movies are extremely similar in plot, but there are significant changes to characterization and pacing. This review will solely be on the merits and shortfalls of Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) in a spoiler free context since the movie was released just over a week ago (if you want to talk spoilers DM me I have So Many Thoughts).

Honestly, I was surprised how much I enjoyed this movie. My expectations were quite low considering what I heard about the original 2017 version and the fact that I’m more of a Marvel fan. The most surprising thing for me was that I sat through the entire 4 hr and 2 min runtime (for reference the runtime for Justice League (2017) is 2 hrs). Aside from Lord of the Rings (Return of the King runtime 4 hr 11min), I usually don’t indulge in movies that require me to block off an entire day, but I was curious and I love bandwagons.

The highlight of this movie are the characters. Each of our main characters had a deep, solid backstory that drew me in and made me invested in what was happening in this world. One thing lacking in a lot of ensemble superhero movies is balanced screen time between the main cast, but Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) uses its time wisely to give each character depth and critical purpose in the narrative. Even the villain had compelling motivation as to why he is on earth doing dastardly deeds, and while I wasn’t rooting for him, I respected his motivations. I also appreciated that the writers of this movie made the characters intelligent. Sure, some decisions were driven more by emotion than logic, but the way defenses are set up and how our heroes use their unique powers left me incredibly impressed.

The characters’ interactions with each other was also very enjoyable. Snyder took the time to include scenes centered around the team chilling with each other in ways that were refreshingly low stakes and mundane. The story was interspersed with scenes like Wonder Woman and Alfred making tea, Aquaman and Wonder Woman musing over cultural differences, and Cyborg and Flash digging up a body where you could really see the characters grow from strangers to teammates to friends. These scenes also peppered in some light humor that kept the movie from becoming too dark without distracting from the tone.

Since Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) is technically an action movie and it is rated R, I feel like I should touch on the action sequences. Overall, the action was incredibly fun to watch! It was made for the big screen so watching the epic battles for the first time on my TV at home was a bit underwhelming, but the well choreographed, high stakes fights were still visually pleasing. For a rated R movie there was not as much gore as there could have been, which I appreciated and the level of violence was pretty much what I expected from a comic book movie.

The action scenes also do a fantastic job with power escalation. By that I mean the action illustrates the limits of one character’s power clearly in relation to other characters’ powers. This way you are aware of exactly how impressive the characters and their powers are on their own and so when someone or something stronger shows up we have context for how big of a threat we are dealing with. The clean way the story shows us everyone’s respective powers and their limits makes it so the stakes feel more tangible and it's not just unfathomably strong characters beating the shit out of each other with the winner decided by chance.

There are a few reasons the movie didn’t get a full five waves from me. First was that the Amazon’s outfits were very clearly made by horny men based on how much skin they were showing. I, a bisexual, personally love to see superheroes in less then full coverage, but when the Amazon warriors have their entire stomachs and cleavage out of their armor for no reason it exhausts me. What happened to the tasteful and stylish armor from Wonder Woman (2017)? This feels like a step in the wrong direction.

The next concern I have that has kept me from recommending this movie to people is the overall pacing and length. While there were some great uses of the extended run time like the action sequences and team bonding I mention above, there were so many scenes that were way too slow for me to stay engaged. I found myself editing the movie in my head, like did we really need 2 full minutes of Bruce Wayne and his horse climbing a dreary mountain? I don’t think so. This was a narrative where I needed to pay attention lest I miss critical pieces of the story, but the random scenes that dragged on too long had me going to get snacks and checking my phone throughout. If I could rate the movie by halves the first half would get 2.5 Waves because of how it dragged and the second half would get closer to 4.5 Waves since the story really picks up and fun things start to happen.

The final part of this movie that kept it from getting a higher rating was how closely it was tied to Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. In fact, the first scene of Zack Snyder's Justice League is the final scene of Batman v Superman. There were many plot critical tie-ins to previous movies that left me feeling confused until I googled my questions during the slow scenes. If you have never seen Batman v Superman or Man of Steel then you will miss a lot of this movie, which I thought was unfair because other DCEU movies came out before the first iteration of Justice League like Wonder Woman and Suicide Squad and while events in those movies are mentioned in passing they are not nearly as important as the Batman and Superman-centric films. If the DCEU is going to pick favorites, the least it can do is pick movies I actually like (Wonder Woman (2017) remains my favorite DCEU movie to date). In general, superhero movies seem to be trending toward sagas and I prefer movies that you can just watch and enjoy without needing to see a bunch of other movies first.

Overall, I did very much enjoy this movie, but based on the run time alone it is not going to be for everyone. Measuring movie success during the pandemic is trickier than looking at box office numbers and labeling it a success or a flop, but it does appear that Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) is doing well as far as critical reception and viewership. I hope that this success will allow the DCEU to explore all of the fun nooks and crannies of the universe Snyder pulled together. In fact, half of the epilogue of this movie felt like set up for future movies. I hope they come to fruition because there were some pretty compelling teasers at the end that I would love to see played out on the big screen.

As I mentioned before, I’ve never seen the original cut of Justice League, but Snyder’s version left me fulfilled and satisfied with the narrative, so I am happy to have seen this newest cut first. This is a movie for people who love DC, love superhero movies or are just really invested in the hype.

~TideMod

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bainhardt · 4 years ago

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#RibbonQuest2.0 - Part 3: Master Ball Rank or Bust

It’s kind of poetic, in a way. My very first meeting with Jin, and the beginning of our travels together, was commemorated with the chucking of a Master Ball - a guaranteed capture. It’s a one-of-a-kind ball typically reserved only for one-of-a-kind Pokemon (like Jin). When it comes to capturing Pokemon, the Master Ball stands above the rest as the symbol of infallibility, the promise of success overcoming any and all odds.

Well, we’re gonna need to channel that spirit in our latest challenge, because our success is anything but guaranteed: we have to take on the Master Ball rank in online rated battles for Pokemon Sword and Shield! Among our countless trials and triumphs spanning generations, Jin and I have never actually battled online against other real players. The World Ability Ribbon back in Platinum would’ve been our first foray, but the DS Wi-Fi connection had long been shut down in the time before our quest began.

Keeping with the theme of RibbonQuest2.0, this comes as an unexpected surprise. Jin, like all transfer Pokemon, is ineligible for rated battles; the standardized rules only permit Pokemon born and raised in the gen 8 games. Back when our time in Galar first started, I had never even planned on mentioning the Master Rank Ribbon, simply because we weren’t allowed to try and earn it!

But all of that changed with the release of the Isle of Armor DLC and patch version 1.2. By accepting the reset of your Pokemon’s move pool to only moves compliant with its gen 8 iteration, you’re allowed to mark your transfer Pokemon eligible for rated battles online! The icing on the cake is that Jin’s XD-exclusive purification move, Baton Pass (which I bent over backwards to keep even through all the Pokemon Contests), is now a TR which Farfetch’d can learn anytime. All’s well that ends well, I suppose.

It’s like getting your hand stamped at a concert, but with a side of forced amnesia.

With that, preparations were complete. There was nothing left to do but hop to it and get battling! The Master Ball Rank doesn’t earn itself, and if I’ve learned anything from our past, I think that means we’re going to need some help...

However, in the interest of cutting down on superfluous Ribbon Gang members like (sorry to single you out) Speedrun the Talonflame, I’ll only be honoring the final 5 actual contenders accompanying Jin when the ribbon is earned. Numerous grueling battles will be fought on the path to Master Ball tier and those stories will be lost to time, for only the best of the best deserve to call themselves part of Ribbon Gang 2.0.

I got boxfuls of second-stringers here, for real.

When first beginning in earnest with the July season, I mainly played Double battles, my preferred format for fun. I had a couple different teams, but never climbed any higher than Great Ball. Some teams of note included:

self-proc Weakness Policy Stamina Mudsdale with Skill Link support and Psych Up Stored Power follow up

Entrainment Plus Dedenne alongside special attackers with spread moves (coined the “fuck redirects” team)

a strange combo Sandstorm and Round team that was kind of an excuse to see if Refrigerate Aurorus could amount to anything

I was too committed to gimmicks, and at this time still hoped to reach the necessary heights using something built for fun at its core. I convinced myself that whenever I got around to really trying, it’d come together easily enough. In the past I’d do anything and everything to increase my chances of success, and I needed to return to this mentality moving forward.

After burn out from facing VGC competitive teams, several months of distraction with other games, and the arrival of 2021, I changed gears to test out Singles beginning in March. Despite having essentially zero experience with the format, I drafted two main teams during my Singles stint:

a Focus Energy Baton Pass team designed so every other Pokemon is then guaranteed crits with every attack

a Shedinja team with Pokemon like Ditto and Zoroark designed to help determine whether Shedinja can survive the opponents

Still sounds gimmicky, I know. I can’t help it. But a funny thing happened as I continued to chip away at this challenge: the Focus Pass crit team actually kind of... worked. Once you’re critting every attack, you start to notice just how many game mechanics critical hits outright invalidate. Intimidate? Your negative offensive stages are ignored. Bulk stacking opponents? Their positive defensive stages are ignored. Grimmsnarl and Lapras walling you out? Screens don’t apply against crits (although a Shell Armor Lapras did shut me down quite handily once). Honestly, the boosted damage almost feels like an afterthought.

Every team I played required considerable reworking as I’d progress, honing in on specific threats often encountered and dropping low-participation Pokemon who weren’t pulling their weight. There was even a rule set which allowed the use of extremely powerful Legendary Pokemon for a time (a very bad time). But all digression aside, allow me to introduce the team that would eventually carry me higher than ever, swiftly through Ultra Ball tier and directly into Master Ball. They are the new and final members of Ribbon Gang 2.0.

The ones on the left, I mean. This box is just more second-stringers.

First is Gepigop the Togekiss, sporting Super Luck as a core member of the original crit team. Spamming STAB Life Orb boosted Max Airstream is the Singles meta, after all. And he’s from my Y version, same as Speedrun!

Second is PkmnConquest the Kartana, probably the most consistent and useful member I picked up along the way. Give it a Scope Lens and it’ll BEAST BOOST its way to easy sweeps - just pray your opponent isn’t hiding any Fire types in the back...

It goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes Guillotine... the Weavile at number three. YUH. She was included as a direct response to the unending hordes of Cinderace and Zapdos I faced. Focus Sash and Counter helped her turn around so many unfavorable matchups, I can’t recommend it enough!

Bringing up fourth is 8008 8008 the Rhyperior. Need an idea of how broken Dynamax Zapdos’ bulk is? Rhyperior is the only Pokemon I found who can one shot it from full HP without needing to Dynamax in return... and even then, only using Rock Wrecker. Seriously.

In our final slot is AZKi the Espeon, because Hololive kept me company through many of my battle sessions, lol. After one too many Focus Passes were blocked by Taunt, I put an end to it with Magic Bounce. You remember that scene in The Incredibles where Syndrome’s robots were revised as they faced off against more and more heroes? She’s basically that.

By the time I was barely breaking into Ultra Ball tier, I found much greater success if I didn’t try to force the crit gimmick every time, but still had it if I wanted it on AZKi, the fourth in the succession of Focus Passers. Yes, after months spent honing my skills in battle, I finally learned that just bringing three Pokemon that can beat your opponent’s is the simplest way to a win. Incredible, I know. And win we did!

The final needed victory in Master Ball tier was secured by PkmnConquest, Guillotine, and 8008 8008, a trio I found myself locking in very frequently.

It’s... it’s beautiful.

With this Master Ball ribbon attached to my Master Ball Farfetch’d, we’ve finally brought our lengthy Galarian story to its conclusion. Having managed to snag this online-exclusive ribbon before these games lost popularity or network support, Jin is once again a tried and true Ribbon Master, and I’ve no unfinished business to worry about any longer.

Until it is time to take up your sword once more,

Rest easy, Jin.

POKEMON SWSH: COMPLETE!

#Jeffu plays Pokemon #RibbonQuest2019

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salty-geralty · 4 years ago

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CP2077 BIG ACHIEVEMENT

I just needed to share this somewhere, because I completed a crazy personal achievement in CP2077 this weekend. This is related to CP2077′s end game, so there are some pretty major spoilers.

Super ultra TL:DR, I managed to do something that was super hard for me and I’m feeling pumped about it. :D :D :D Ridiculously long story under the cut...

Alright, so for some extra long context, I had already finished the game a couple of times and managed to platinum back in February (I’m playing on console, PS4, and had pre-ordered the game ages ago knowing how much of a TW3 fan I was), so I wasn’t trying to do anything else in the game trophy-wise. I had put the game down for a bit only to jump back on after the 1.2 patch to check out any noticeable changes.

Back when the game dropped in November, I really wasn’t into the play style, wasn’t that familiar with FPS looter shooters except for the Bioshock series, and a brief stint on The Division, so it took me a while to get into it. I played RDR2 for like a year and a half, so I was used to the style of a Rockstar-esque GTA game, but I had never actually played any of the GTA series. It wasn’t until about January before I went in-depth into the game and started liking it, A LOT.

By the time I completed my first playthrough on the corpo lifepath, I had not gotten my relationship with Johnny high enough to unlock the secret ending, Don’t Fear the Reaper. I also needed to do another playthrough because I hadn’t originally saved Takemura on my first run, so I wasn’t able to finish the trophy for The Devil, even though I did go through the ending with Hanako on my corpo run. I also wanted to save the ending with Panam for when I played a nomad, which I chose for my second playthrough.

With my nomad V, I finally got my platinum after getting him up to level 22, and made sure to get my relationship with Johnny up to 70% during that second playthrough so I could check out the secret ending.

Picture my dumb ass: strolling into Arasaka with the best weapons/armor that level 22 can buy, after waiting however long it took for the secret ending to pop, after doing all of the endings needed to platinum, maxing Johnny’s %, etc. etc. to FINALLY check out this FUCKING ending...

ONLY TO GET ONE-SHOTTED ON SIGHT AS SOON AS I ENTERED THE BUILDING.

Like, that’s it. Game over. You’re done. Fuck you, here are the credits.

What happens in this secret ending, is it immediately alerts like the entirety of the building, and if you’re dead, you’re dead. I even tried it a second time, thinking I didn’t have enough health booster stuff, my armor wasn’t good enough, etc. and I got one-shotted, AGAIN. This ending is basically like V’s choice to go out with a bang, and do a guns-a-blazing suicide mission on the way to Mikoshi. Your health also gets docked down to a certain point as you get hit, so if you get hit too much you’re basically fucked. Like, can’t use health items fucked. If you die, the credits start rolling as if you did the suicide bad ending, which is about as heart breaking as it sounds.

So. When I got back into the game to check out the 1.2 patch, I decided that I was going to do everything in my power to finish that ending with my nomad V. Since it was past the 1.2 patch, I couldn’t do the berserk cheat to get my athletics skill up, so I had to max that skill to 20 the hard way, by using a melee weapon to beat the crap out of random objects for long stretches at a time. (Aka, maxing out athletics also beefs up your health to a crazy amount, so it’s worth it to do for this ending so you don’t get sniped immediately on entry.)

By the time I had maxed out athletics, maxed out my character’s level/street cred to 50, and beefed up my armor to the most ridiculous amount I could muster (like 4200+), I felt ready to FUCK SOME SHIT UP. But, I had been maxing out the street brawler skill with my bat (which as a weapon is MEAN AS HELL btw, highly recommended). I had been doing next to nothing to beef up any of my other weapon skills.

Right when I reached level 48 or so, I found a revolver (Legendary DR12 Quasar) that was higher in DPS than any of the weapons I had seen in the game so far. I was never a big fan of the revolvers (I was all about sniper rifles and the Legendary Ashura), but THIS GUN

SAVED MY ASS.

I very quickly realized that running up and smacking the shit out of the Arasaka guards with gauged health was a really shitty decision, so this revolver bumped out to like 3500+ DPS with upgrades was a godsend. Basically, by the time I mowed down all of Arasaka to get to Adam Smasher, even though I was on 50% health, that dude was quickly turned into applesauce with a couple shots to the face from this hand cannon to end all hand cannons.

Unnecessarily long story short, I completed the Don’t Fear the Reaper ending and shit was awesome. HARD AS FUCK, but awesome.

#cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 spoilers #j drabbles

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grailfinders · 4 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms Anniversary Special

Today on Fate and Phantasms we celebrate our 1 year anniversary! If it wasn't for all our fans we'd probably have given up ages ago, so we're going with a fan-picked character! (Don't worry if yours didn't get picked this time around, we'll hold onto them for another day)

Now we're building Romulus-Quirinus, the divine ancestor of Rome and King of Nation Building!

They're an Order Cleric to make civilization building easy, and an Astral Self Monk to make clearing the way even easier.

Check out their build breakdown below the cut, or their character sheet over here!

Next up: Fear leads to hanger. Hanger leads to hate. Hate leads to... pocky??

Race and Background

Despite ascending to godhood, you start as a Human, which gives you +1 Dexterity and Wisdom, proficiency with Religion for obvious reasons, and the Fighting Initiate feat for unarmed fighting so you can punch real good.

You're also an outlander because it's hard to be anything else before the country's built. You get proficiency with Athletics and Survival.

Ability Scores

Everything should be 40, but we're going with the standard array to make arguing with your DM a bit easier. Make your Wisdom super high for a better time ruling people and smiting them, follow it up with Strength because you really like that fancy gold armor. Your Dexterity is also pretty good, because that armor is optional. Charisma helps with ruling people too, so keep that above average. This leaves your Constitution lower than we'd like, but we're dumping Intelligence. You are by no means dumb, it's just the score that affects the build the least.

Class Levels

1. Monk 1: Starting off as a monk is pretty much mandatory so we have a martial weapon for the feat we just took, but this also means you start off with your first ascension's Unarmored Defense, adding your wisdom modifier to your AC while you aren't wearing armor.

Also while not wearing armor you can use Martial Arts, which lets you use dexterity instead of strength for your punches and you can attack as a bonus action if you attack with your main action. It also gives you a d4 martial arts die, but your fighting style is better, so...

On top of all that, you get proficiency with Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as History and Insight. You kinda are history.

2. Monk 2: Second level monks get Unarmored Movement, making you a little bit faster without the giant gold platemail. Aside from that, you get Ki points equal to your monk level per short rest, which you can spend to attack twice, dodge, disengage, or dash as a bonus action. You get something next level that is way more useful though.

3. Monk 3: Third level monks can Deflect Missiles as a reaction, rendering arrows and slingshots slightly less effective. You also gain the Arms of the Astral Self, letting you beef up your arms as a bonus action. Your anchor arms last for 10 minutes, and while active you can use wisdom instead of strength or dexterity to make attacks and strength saves/checks. You also get a long range on your unarmed attacks, and they deal force damage instead of bludgeoning. I'd love it if it was radiant, but force is kind of an upgrade, so I'll take it. The cool part is you can totally use this with armor, which will be useful in a bit.

4. Cleric 1: Oh hey it's useful now. As an Order Cleric you get proficiency with Heavy Armor, as well as Persuasion to make getting those pesky zoning ordinances in order a bit easier.

You also become a Voice of Authority, meaning that if you cast a spell targeting one or more allies, one of those allies can use their reaction to attack, because there's nothing more romantic than giving your all on the battlefield.

Speaking of, you can cast and prepare Spells now using your Wisdom. For cantrips, grab Thaumaturgy for religion funnies, and Resistance to make yourself a bit tougher than is reasonable. You also get the cantrip Hand of Radiance for a shinier punch. It's a melee range spell that deals 1d6 radiant damage if the target fails a constitution save. It's not as powerful as your punches, but it ignores armor!

You also get first level spells, and your freebies are Command and Heroism, great for when you need to build Roma from the ground up. Some other good city-building spells are Ceremony, Create or Destroy Water, and Purify Food and Drink.

5. Cleric 2: Second level clerics can Channel Divinity once per short rest. You can either use the classic Turn Undead to wig out any undead who fail a wisdom save, or you can issue Order's Demand to charm nearby creatures for a round. You can also force those creatures to drop whatever they're holding.

6. Cleric 3: Third level clerics get second level spells, like Hold Person and Zone of Truth. You can also use Continual Flame to make eternal torches, Calm Emotions to settle disputes peacefully, and Spiritual Weapon to not settle things peacefully.

7. Cleric 4: When you finally get your first Ability Score Improvement, bump up your Wisdom for a better unarmored AC, Astral Arms attacks, and spells. You really like wisdom, it's good to you.

You can also use Guidance to make yourself a little better than everyone else at ability checks.

8. Cleric 5: Fifth level clerics see their Turn Undead turn into Destroy Undead, instantly destroying undead of CR 1/2 or lower who fail their wisdom save. You also get third level spells, like Mass Healing Word and Slow. I'd also suggest Clairvoyance for a bit of omniscience, Daylight for the aesthetic, and Spirit Shroud for a bit of power building. It's fine, beating up a god needs power building, so it's in character.

9. Cleric 6: This level lets you Channel Divinity twice per rest, and you become an Embodiment of the Law, letting you cast enchantment spells as a bonus action instead of an action. You can speed things up this way Wisdom Modifier per long rest. Now you can hold someone down and slap the shit out of them in the same turn!

10. Cleric 7: Continuing the trend you've probably figured out by now, seventh level clerics get fourth level spells, like Compulsion and Locate Creature. You can also use Control Water to make your harbor more or less hospitable.

11. Cleric 8: As an eighth level order cleric, your Divine Strike lets you add psychic damage to one of your attacks each turn. Since this applies to a "weapon attack" and not a "melee weapon attack", your fists qualify. Yes, they are a melee "weapon attack", not a "melee weapon attack". Makes perfect sense.

You also get another ASI, which will let you max out your Wisdom for so many good reasons. Punching, spells, AC, they're all a bit better.

Destroy Undead also kills creatures of CR 1 or lower now.

12. Cleric 9: Ninth level clerics get fifth level spells, like Commune and Dominate Person. You can also use your Noble Phantasms on the offensive thanks to Flame Strike, or on the defensive as Mass Cure Wounds or Hallow. The former is basically a giant laser, the middle one is Cure Wounds But Multiple People, and the latter will turn an area into a great spot to build a city. As long as you aren't building a city for Celestials, Elementals, Fey, Fiends, or Undead.

13. Cleric 10: If you're tired of slapping people around with a hand of radiance, you can just use a Word of Radiance instead! It's literally the same thing as Hand of Radiance, but it uses a holy symbol instead of somatic components.

That being said you can also use Divine Intervention now, letting you call up your god (read: you) for a favor once per day. It only has a 1 in 10 chance of succeeding, but if it does the DM's the limit on what kind of help you'll get. After getting help you have to wait a week for it to recharge. You’d think you’d be willing to call in favors for you more often, but I’m not a god, so I wouldn’t know.

14. Cleric 11: Eleventh level clerics get sixth level spells, and sadly we're out of freebies. That being said, you could use Sunbeam for a reusable Per Aspera Ad Astra, or create a Heroes' Feast for a good time on the town.

Also, your Destroy Undead bumps up again to CR 2.

15. Cleric 12: This ASI will bump your Strength up, both so you can have stronger attacks when your Astral Arms are down, and so you can wear full plate armor without an issue.

16. Cleric 13: With the advent of seventh level spells, we finally get the only cleric spell in the game that actually lets you build a structure. Temple to the Gods lets you build a temple of your own design within a 120' square, and while it normally ends a day later, casting the spell in the same spot for a year makes the spell permanent. Honestly 1 building a year seems a bit slow for a city, I'd suggest just building them the old fashioned way. You can also use Divine Words to send extraplanar creatures back to where they came from, and you weaken other creatures with status effects dependent on how many hit points they have left.

17. Cleric 14: Destroy Undead kills CR 3 creatures now. Not fancy, but at least those skeletal owlbears will leave you alone. Also your Divine Strike is better now.

18. Cleric 15: Eighth level spells are always fun. You can now do stuff like Control Weather, cause an Earthquake, shed a Holy Aura to protect allies, or use a Sunburst to launch a big blob of light at enemies.

19. Cleric 16: Use your last ASI to become Tough for an extra 38 HP. The one problem with cleric; super squishy class.

20. Cleric 17: Your capstone level is surprisingly busy. Your Destroy Undead hits CR 4 creatures, and you can invoke Order's Wrath on creatures when you hit them. If you hit a creature with your Divine Strike, you can curse them until the start of your next turn. If an ally hits the cursed creature, they take another round of Divine Strike damage!

And that's not all! You also get ninth level spells! None of them particularly scream "Romulus" to me, but I mean you're a god, you can use whatever you want.

Pros:

You might only have one attack per round, but you really make them count. Each swing deals 3d8+5 damage per hit, and they deal psychic and force damage, two of the hardest types to avoid. And that's all before you get into spells to buff yourself like Spirit Shroud. It's not flashy, but it is consistent.

You've got a maxed out casting modifier and plenty of charming spells, meaning you're pretty good at controlling others.

Embodiment of the Law is huge, it lets you buff and debuff as a bonus action, freeing up your main action for direct support or combat.

Cons:

With only three monk levels, you don't have a lot of Ki to go around. You'll probably have to save all of it for your Astral Arms, as you're a lot weaker without them.

On a related note, multiclassing the way we did is also pretty awkward. The 20th level of cleric is super powerful, and if we spent two more levels as monk you could attack more often per turn and get more ki points.

Your constitution isn't great, meaning you can drop concentration easily and you're kind of squishy for a god. That's especially not good considering your main form of combat is slapping people in the face.

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