#i'll be going back to survivor soon now that i have hopefully

[azems-familiar]

"you would be wise to surrender."

"yeah, probably."

[sunayyyy]

Worst fandom mischaracterisation/headcanon of each bat-associated character, in my opinion (these are in no particular order) :

1. Duke Thomas is the sane, rational, "normal" one.

Have you ever read the We Are Robin arc? Duke is fucking unhinged, his introduction was him jumping off a bridge to escape cops. This is a kid whose father is immortal and is the first metahuman in the batfam. He lost his parents in the most horrendous way possible (joker venom. They're still alive, but it's horrifying) and organised a whole gang as a child. He threw down with a green lantern and 2 shot his ass. Hopefully, this headcanon is just a product of people not really knowing the character and goes away soon once people find out more about him, when he isn't just the token black guy in a fic or a background character in batfam drama.

2. Stephanie Brown is quirky and sassy, and ONLY quirky and sassy. She's over her trauma with Black Mask and Cluemaster!!

Stephanie Brown is a very interesting character, with an origin story that is very similar to jason todd. She's been through hell, yet she constantly gets infantalised by the fandom, which gets kind of ignored in favour of talking shit about how people infantilse tim (super valid and I'll come back to it later on in this post). You most commonly see this in timsteph stories where they show her as the immature first love, and how as tim grows up, he needs to date more "serious" people, as if tim wasn't the main reason their relationship never worked. This is also common in stephcass fics, although on a smaller level. Writers tend to make stephanie the bubbly outgoing girl that balances out all of cass' angst (some of those fics are really good, but they mould steph in a specific shape so she can be a prop for cass to heal). On an even smaller scale, I've seen both romantic and platonic jaysteph stories where stephanie appears as the "good" victim who let go of her animosity to black mask and cluemaster, and so now, she can help jason let go of what happened with the joker, and bruce's abuse. Obviously, this is a disservice to both of these characters, but people tend to focus on how it's more of a disservice to jason instead of steph. Let my girl express her trauma and heal, and stop using her as a prop for other characters! She wasn't just cutesy as robin, she threw the fuck down. Her introduction included hitting tim in the head with a brick!

3. Slut/himbo Dick Grayson is reductive of his abilities as a leader, and is not only offensive to real survivors of SA, but incredibly racist towards Romani people.

Do I really need to explain this one? Dick Grayson is a symbol of hope that bruce wishes batman could be. This man is a natural born leader and has stepped up to the plate multiple times, both during his time with the titans and as batman. He's charismatic and lovable and a genuinely intelligent man, but for some reason, he gets depicted as a dumbass who has to deffer to bruce or tim or babs any time he has an issue with detective work. Yes, you can delegate. Of course, you can delegate, but going straight to tim and rattling off the case you JUST accepted doesn't make sense, ESPECIALLY if you're on seperate cases and tim or bruce have to postpone their work just to solve it for you. As for the other part, Dick has been heavily implied to be demisexual, given that he only has sex with people he has genuine feelings for. He wouldn't just sleep with any random woman who compliments his ass enough. Also, having an SA victim be characterised as a slut is both reductive of their trauma and a weird way that some authors justify how he's "over it." Really doesn't help that he was slut shamed (canonically!! why is this canon??) by the rest of the titans after sleeping with mirage, who pretended to be kori. Additionally, it's really weird if the first thing you think of when you see an attractive romani man just sleeps around. People don't say that about other conventionally attractive characters, even ones who HAVE slept around. The only character i can think of that gets characterised like this is bruce, but that's an image that he cultivated to keep batman hidden.

4. Jason Todd was always doomed by the narrative. He would have died if bruce hadn't intervened. Also, pit rage.

The tragedy of jason todd was, and always has been, that he was doomed by the AUDIENCE. He wasn't just an angry, reckless child, and calling him the angry robin is stupid and reductive. Was he angry? of course he was, but so was dick, and so was damian. Using a single word to describe a person is never going to be enough. Jason was notoriously compassionate to victims, especially women and children, and sex abuse victims. He got pissed when the system he was asked to believe in was shown to be ineffective, to the point where bruce believed he killed a man over it. The kid had a bright future ahead and loved school, modt of robin!jason's shitty qualities came from bruce and alfred compartmentaling his image and shitting on him to ease their guilt over his death. Pit rage is also a cheap way to take away his autonomy, an easy pass to explain the shitty things he's done. I like it when the pit has side effects like glowing eyes or increased healing or something, but pit rage is stupid. It's either used to force characters to forgive jason since he wasn't himself or as an angst prompt for jason, another testament to how he came back wrong, or a way to have him hurt a character to further up THEIR angst (*cough* titans tower AU fics*cough*). Yes, he did shitty things. Let him do shitty things without giving him an easy out. Otherwise, your story isn't compelling at all.

5. Feral Damian Wayne is just straight-up racist, no?

I love damian. I think that, for the most part, he's been written pretty well. However, damian suffers from the fact that he's an arab character in a post 9/11 comic, and thus there is bound to be some casual racism, both in comics (like when tim assumed he was too uncivilised to know what a handshake is) and fandom. Has damian wayne done a lot of shitty things, especially to tim? Yes, absolutely. But that doesn't make him feral. He was raised by assassins as the heir to the throne and to the greatest hero in the world, raised to think that blood relations are the only ones that matter, so of course he's dismissive of tim. He's also a prince who was raised in luxury, who was born as royalty and has experienced more opulence during his birth thsn most peoole do in a lifetime, although this opulence is extremely conditional, with horrifying requirements (the story with damian having a metal spine as a child is insane). Does it make what he did to tim right? Definitely not. Does it excuse his actions? Also no. But it does explain them, it tells us where it came from. Being traumatised and having extremely high expectations of both sides of your family doesn't make you feral.

6. Tim Drake is just a small little baby who can't function without his coffee.

Let me preface this by saying that i don't like tim drake. At all. As a huge fan of the al ghuls it was a real kick in the balls having Ra's be reduced to a creepy pedophile who wanted tim as an heir, and sent a woman to rape tim in order to carry his child. Also, I hate how DC decided to prop him up by shitting on jason todd. However, this doesn't mean that I don't enjoy his YJ run and that I don't enjoy some of his comics/fics. That being said, nothing on this earth pisses me off more than tim stans. You know the ones, the people who want damian hanged, who want dick and jason and bruce to fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness. Tim has been through an insane amount of trauma, and that's understandable, but please, for the love of god, don't create more whump for tim at the cost of other characters. You can hate damian, I wouldn't blame you, but remember that he's like 10 and tim put him on a hit list. Dick never wanted to put tim in arkham, and he didn't have time to support tim when it came to an honestly insane (although ultimately correct) conclusion. Also damian as robin was alfred's idea, and damian was the one that put on the costume preemptively, dick got pissed at damian for that. When it comes to jason, I'd say it's complicated. While titans tower was fucked up, it wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. My first introduction to the fandom was through jason todd since he was my favourite robin, and then i learned they brought him back to life when i played injustice. The number of fics and posts that mention that jason went to the tower specifically to kill tim is insane. When i got into comics, it was like whiplash; it wasn't a one-sided beatdown, tim was conscious until the end, the goofy ass robin suit jason had on, jason never slitting tim's throat (that happens in hush, and even then i don't think he really slit his throat, since the art shows that the skin was kinda nicked), all of that was wild to me. BftC is one of the shittiest comjc book runs when it comes to characterisation in general, and I've already discussed dick and tim, so it's only fair to talk about jason and tim. There's no justification here, honestly, other than shitty writing i guess. The other side of the coin is enemies to caretaker jason and tim, which is so fucking wild?? they're like 2 years apart, and tim is extremely competent, he wouldn't pass out mid patrol because he forgot his coffee.

7. Bruce Wayne doesn't believe people can change and doesn't care about Crime Alley.

For the first one, please fucking read a single comic book. Just one. Better yet, maybe research why batman doesn't kill. You know, the most popular thing about him? As for the second, it's mostly just a way to show how jason is better than bruce and how he's right to take over the alley since no one cares about it. Now I LOVE jason todd. He's my favourite comic book character of all time tied with gambit and Dr. Strange. But I hate it when you create angst or comeuppance by blatantly ignoring the chatacter and their motives. Bruce became batman so that what happened to his parents can never happen again, and this includes helping the poor people in crime alley either through patrolling there or by setting up countless charities to improve life there. You can make the case that batman avoided crime alley after jason died. It's not canon, but it would make sense. However, I dont see him ever giving up on the alley, both to prevent what happened to his parents, and to help people like his dead son. I fucking hate bruce, he's done a lot of shitty things, but making shit up just to make him worse is getting old.

8. Misc

There aren't really enough mischaracterisations about cass and babs to warrant separate paragraphs, so I'll just reiterate the infantalisation of cass and babs having no qualities outside of oracle, master hacker, and dick grayson's on and off lover.

[jinmukangwrites]

Weep little lion man (2/14)

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Fandom: Jedi: Fallen Order/Survivor Rating: T Warnings: kidnapping, minor discrimination of injury Ao3 Notes: update schedule for every Thursday somehow going strong. Hopefully I keep on track for next week.

Summary: After defeating Dagan Gera for a third and final time, the Compass ends up in Bode's hands without a scratch. He could go back to Jedha with Cal... but he's holding what he wants. He doesn't see the point in pretending any longer. He makes a split-second decision. Or: Bode's betrayal goes a bit differently.

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Bode told Kata to pack. Even as he walks into Denvik's office, he can hardly believe it.

He feels like he's living in a daze, walking in a dream. He... actually did that. He has the compass, Kata packing, Denvik none-the-wiser...

And Cal stuffed into the small storage compartment of his fighter jet.

That last one wasn't a part of the plan. The plan was to convince Cal out of giving the compass to the hidden path, or maybe go on a solo "scouting mission" with Cal to Tanalor and reveal everything then. What he just did was impulsive. Foolish. Once Cal wakes up long enough to process everything he's going to hate Bode, he's sure.

But it'll be worth it.

He'd rather have Kata lonely if it means she's safe.

He'd rather have Cal hate him if it means he's alive.

"It's not often you visit in person, Bode," Denvik says, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded neatly on the table. "Something must be important. Tell me, how's the mission? Good news I trust."

"Plans have changed," Bode says. "In our favor."

Denvik grins; predatorial, stomach-churning. "Do tell."

"Kestis had an argument with the rest of his crew," Bode begins the hastily put together lie. "He's planning on returning to Saw Gerrera to work off some steam."

"And how is this in our favor?"

"Cere Junda is not the only one you want, yeah?" Bode says, and Denvik's smile sharpens. "Kestis is in a position right now where he's cut communications with his friends. If he goes, let's say, missing, no one will notice until it's too late."

"That certainly is a development..." Denvik says coyly. "What was the nature of the argument?"

Bode shrugs. "Same thing that caused them to split in the first place. Kestis has made it his life's goal to resist the Empire, the others can't match the mindset. He thinks they're doing nothing, and he wants to feel useful."

"Interesting," Denvik says, "however, this could still be a risk to the operation. The Jedha invasion is not for a few more months, so much could go wrong in that time."

"We have to act soon," Bode insists. "A few months is risky, but he'll be back with Gerrera in a few weeks. It'll be impossible to get him after that, especially once he finds out about the assault on Jedha. Besides, I know what you plan to do with him, you might even be able to have an extra soldier for the attack. All I'm asking for is some... proper equipment for capturing a Jedi. I'm sure you have some Force resistant stuff."

"Oh I do," Denvik assures. "I'm still not convinced this is worth the risk, however."

"You want Kestis under your control don't you?" Bode asks perhaps a bit too coldly, but Denvik doesn't waver. "I'm close to giving you just that. Give me the things I need and he'll be your pet, not Vader's. Surely you know how useful a Jedi under your control is. Imagine having two."

Denvik doesn't say anything as one hand raises to his chin in thought. He stays silent for a few moments, before he looks Bode in the eyes. "And it will not affect the Jedha invasion?"

"On my word."

"And on Kata's safety?"

Bode bristles. "I wouldn't suggest it if that was in the question."

Denvik takes another moment, then he nods. "Very well. I'll see to it you have access to all the equipment you need. I expect results, and quickly."

"You'll get them," Bode assures, careful to not release a breath of relief quite yet. "Trust me, this'll go off without a hitch."

-o-o-o-o-

As much as he wants to, he doesn't go to Kata right away. It's been a long while since he's last seen her in person, but he has other things to do right now. What's a few hours added to weeks of waiting?

No one stops him as he travels through the halls of the ISB base, Denvik had already given orders to let him through without question. Various trooper helmets do watch him as he passes, however it doesn't bug him none. For all they knew, he's just another bounty hunter working for the IBS. For all they cared, he's just an order to follow.

There's no one in the supply rooms besides a few guards posted at the door, so he practically has the lines of shelves all to himself. He passes by the various stored weapons, armors, and tools until he gets to where the more useful stuff is. Restraints, ration supplies, survival gear.

He drops a duffle onto a nearby counter and begins gathering what he needs. He goes to the food supply first. He didn't get much from Zee's head about Tanalor, but he at least knows that there is local wildlife that are safe for domestication and consumption. The soil is good for plant growth, and even has local edible species of its own. The problem is that starting up a renewable food supply on an uninhabited planet would take time, so a few months' rations should do them just fine for the time being. Then, he goes to the gear, grabbing blankets and hydrophobic gear and some rope, first-aid.

He grabs other supplies here and there, things he doesn't quite know if he'd need but doesn't hurt to anyways. He only realizes as he's trying to stuff a fire-starter into his bag that he's... procrastinating.

He forces himself to look at the restraints. All shapes and forms stare back. Cuffs for various sizes of sapients. Collars. Muzzles. Some look quite simple, others look like they're made to be painful.

The sight makes him sick.

He's pretty sure the adrenaline was the only thing that made it possible for him to restrain Cal in the first place with his makeshift bindings. Somehow, imagining these... things... locked around Cal... it all feels so much more serious.

He almost wishes there was another way. That Cal didn't care so much. That Bode didn't care so much. He wishes Cal took the options Bode tried to give him. He wishes he never started to worry for Cal's well-being.

Most of all, he wishes that he could go back to his ship, untie Cal, and have Cal understand what he was trying to do here. The good he's trying to do. He doesn't want to restrain and imprison his best friend. The thought makes him sick.

But he has to do what he must. It's only a precaution. Once they're safe on Tanalor, then he can take the restraints off when Cal realizes the situation he's in. This is just to make sure he keeps secure until then, so that he won't attack Bode or stars-forbid Kata.

Kata.

Bode has to make sure Kata doesn't know about this quite yet either. When he introduces them to each other, he needs it to be under Cal's free will. Kata can't know about this, she's a pure soul and she might not understand if he shows her the unconscious body he has in the storage compartment.

He forces himself to move robotically, tactically.

He grabs the things strong enough to hinder a Jedi, and a few worst-case-scenarios. Before he leaves, he grabs a handful of tranquilizers, stuffs it in his duffle, then leaves before regret can catch up with him.

-o-o-o-o-

He's never been more glad for a private hanger to park his ship. There's no guards, no droids, to watch as he approaches his ship and double checks he parked it strategically enough to hide the cargo-hatch from view of the one camera located near the airlock.

Once he's satisfied nothing will catch him off guard, he approaches the hatch and stops to listen for a few loud heartbeats.

He hears nothing, no shifting, no shouts. Nothing.

He takes a deep breath, then opens the hatch.

The sight that greets him is like a punch to the gut. Cal is almost exactly how he left him; stuffed into the compartment, bound hand, arm, knee, ankle. He's curled up in a way that Bode definitely doesn't think would be comfortable, even for a guy half his own size, but it's the only way he could get Cal on the ship other than having the poor guy sit in Bode's lap as he flies. And well, considering how angry Cal might be once he's awake it would be a horrible idea to do that.

So yeah, the sight that greets him is a punch to the gut, but it's also exactly what he was expecting to see. His eyes are still closed, even.

That makes it a bit easier for Bode's sake-of-mind to place down his duffle and dig out various medical tools and a knife.

He begins by carefully cutting the makeshift rope around Cal's knees, however he pauses when Cal suddenly shifts and groans when Bode tries to get at the blaster wound.

He watched Cal's face, heart drilling into his ears, as Cal's eyelids squeeze and another grunt leaves his slightly parted lips. His arms tense... and then he falls still.

Bode knows how light of a sleeper Cal is, but he also knows what a blaster-grip to the forehead could do to a bastard. So either Cal is starting to wake up naturally, or his knee really hurts.

He considers his options but only for a moment. He can't have Cal waking up too early.

He reaches into the duffle and grabs one of the tranquilizers, bending his upper-body into the compartment to press the tranquilizer into the crook of Cal's exposed neck, just below the corner of his jaw.

The prick of the needle has Cal flinching, his breath catching as his eyes fly open.

Bode can't move as Cal startles, eyes flickering wildly. His hand is still under Cal's jaw, and it's like he's been frozen in carbonite as Cal meets his eyes for just a moment. His lips groggily move, his eyelids flickering and closing more and more each time as the tranquilizer takes hold.

"B-Bode..."

And he's out.

Bode stays still for a few moments before he releases a breath.

Get back to work, soldier.

He returns to working on Cal's knee, cutting away the rest of the bindings and some of his singed pants, rubbing bacta on the wound before wrapping it. He doesn't have enough light to see the full damage of the wound, but he'll get more time to check again later once they're on Tanalor.

Once they're on Tanalor.

Free from the Empire.

He swallows, the thoughts euphoric despite how his current actions feel like poison.

He moves on to cutting the rest of the bindings, taking some time to rub Cal's limp wrists where the bindings had dug into his skin before stepping back and... and reaching into the duffle to pull out a simple pair of silver Force-suppressant cuffs.

He takes a deep breath, then maneuvers Cal's arms back behind his back and locks them in place with two twin clicks. Then, it's just a matter of replacing the makeshift with the official.

Soon enough, Cal's arms are not only behind his back, but also his elbows are roped to his sides to prevent Cal getting his hands in front of him. His ankles are shackled, however this time Bode ties his legs together at the shins and thighs to avoid rubbing on the bandages with more rope. Bode feels horrible adding so many restraints, but he out of anyone should know what is needed to properly restrain a persistent Jedi.

Then, once he's no longer restraining Cal's limbs, he moves on to unbutton the collar of Cal's jacket and inspect the lightsaber wound. Even in the dim light of the compartment it doesn't look pretty. The edges of skin around the wound are blistered and irritatedly-red, too red for Cal's skin-tone. He doesn't see any infection, but if left untreated the possibility of one forming is likely. He would curse Dagan Gera's name as he spreads bacta across Cal's chest and tapes on bandages, but as his eyes travel down to his knee, then to his temple, he decides that now isn't the time for hypocrisy.

Not when everything feels so much like regret.

After securing the bandages on his chest, Bode finishes up by adding more bacta to Cal's forehead. He didn't break skin with the blow, but it is bruising. He doesn't think there will be a concussion to worry about but the risk is always there no matter how careful you are.

While spreading the bacta along Cal's temple—the wound he gave him—his eyes can't help but trail down to the constellations of topaz decorating his face. The freckles, Bode's sure, cover every square inch of his body, but seeing them up close like this is like seeing the entire Galaxy from space for the first time.

He blinks, then clears his throat despite no one, not even Cal, being there to witness the moment of... whatever that was.

Get it together Bode, he thinks, finishing spreading the bacta and wiping his hands off on a cloth before stepping back from Cal's prone form.

He looks down to the duffle then sighs.

One last thing.

Sitting neatly at the top of the duffle are two last restraints, though only one will have to be used. He doesn't know Cal's tolerance for tranquilizers, and while a single dosage should keep him out for twelve standard hours, the trip back to Koboh, to Tanalor would take just about that time if not longer.

He can't have Cal waking up and trying to shout while he's flying, not when Kata should remain ignorant of his presence for the time being. He fights off a wave of nausea as he lifts the Imperial-grade muzzle sized perfectly for the facial structure of humans and other sapients of similar build, meant to gag and silence. It latches behind his head, locking in place over his nose, jaw, lips, chin; shaped similar to a work mask or a mask for the sick and contagious, but the material is metallic and seals perfectly to the skin.

The second, Bode swears to himself, the second Kata is safely out of earshot on Tanalor, he will remove the muzzle and hopefully never find the need for it again. This is his best friend and he's demeaned him down to a beast, a wild feral mutt. He almost considers taking the muzzle off—his stomach hurts and it looks so wrong on him—but he knows he doesn't have any better options.

The second piece of equipment... the collar is programmed to recognize measurable shifts in the Force then promptly punish its wearer in the form of electric bursts. However the function isn't reliable, and the electric burns are brutal; the collar is more useful for its second purpose. There's a small compartment where the right corner of the wearer's jaw would be, where one could insert whatever drug, or poison, into the collar and have the collar itself track and administer doses on its own.

The collar's shock function doesn't sense the Force well, not as well as the IBS would hope, but the ability to administer hands-free sedation or depressants keeps a Jedi wearer subdued enough to not be able to use the Force advantageously anyways.

Bode grabbed it as a worst-case-scenario.

As useful as it would be to have more tranquilizers automatically put into Cal's system as Bode's flying to Tanalor as the first dose wears off, he doesn't want to humiliate Cal with the indignity of a collar, even when he's unconscious. He'd rather Cal come-to earlier than planned, but be silenced by the gag and too restrained to make much sound that way.

Besides, tranquilizers aren't fun to wake up from, let alone after multiple doses. Bode's also not sure when the last time Cal ate or drank was, and a second dose would knock him out far longer than what Bode would like.

As much as it looks like it, he doesn't want Cal to be miserable. If Bode had confidence Cal wouldn't try to fight back, take away the Compass and probably try to kill Bode in the process, then he would have gladly not even have considered going this far in restraints.

Cal can be angry with Bode. He can hate Bode. He can kick, scream at, fight, insult Bode all he wants. Kriff, he really could try and kill Bode. Bode deserves it; but he has a daughter to protect. Kata is number one. Bode will make sure nothing can hurt himself so nothing can hurt her. So, for now, until he and Cal can come to some sort of understanding or truce on Tanalor, it's going to have to be this way.

He stuffs the previously removed makeshift bindings into the duffle—so anyone who happens to be checking the camera for this hanger doesn't wonder why he has a bunch of torn up cloth—then seals the duffle. He pushes it into the storage compartment next to Cal's unconscious, restrained, muzzled form, and then forces himself to close the compartment.

He stares at the latch for a moment, letting out a breath he has no idea how long he's been holding.

Next step. He needs to move on to the next step. It's nearly impossible to turn his heels from the ship, like he's stepped in a puddle of tar dragged into the Saloon or into the Mantis by none other than the person he now holds captive.

But he turns anyway. Kata will need his help finishing packing up, then, they can go before Danvik is any wiser. Besides, there's two trackers in his pocket he needs to plant before leaving.

-o-o-o-o-

"I can't find Mookie," Kata whines, searching around the sofas and her little play corner.

Bode laughs quietly to himself. Seeing her again in person, to hold her in his arms, it's made everything worth it. That shame, the regret, the fear of losing his best friend, it's nothing compared to seeing her smile, or the way her nose wrinkles when she's thinking hard like her mother had always done, or hearing the frustration in her voice as she searches in all the wrong places for her favorite stuffed animal that usually always ends up in the same place.

Bode kneels under the central control board and lo-and-behold, there it is. He grabs the little plush and straightens back up, his fingers rubbing the soft synthetic fibers that make the orange halo of hair around the creature's blue head. He chuckles, stepping towards Kata before kneeling to be at her eye-level. "You know," he says, "I have a friend who looks like this."

Her nose wrinkles as she takes the plush into her hands. "On your super secret missions?"

He nods, crossing his arms and resting them on his forward bent knee. "Maybe you'll meet him someday."

Her eyes brighten at that, and his chest fills with warmth. She looks down at the plush and pulls on its horns.

He stands and ruffles her hair. "C'mon kid, we've got places to be."

She grins at him, then rushes back to her bag to finish packing her meager belongings. While she does that, he reaches into his pockets and pulls out two locator devices. He hadn't forgotten about them when he took Cal, and honestly he's not sure if one is able to be tracked without the other. Yet it doesn't hurt to have a backup plan. If any of Cal's friends survive whatever is about to happen on Jedha, then they'll come looking for Cal... if they're not already looking for him. If they manage to track these locators, it'll lead them to where he can kill two birds with one stone.

Denvik and the rest of Cal's crew would tear each other apart.

And Bode, Kata, and Cal?

They'll be long gone.

He places them both on the center console, going as far as to hook one up into it and allow it into the IBS system. If anyone's looking for the signal, it being connected to a minor IBS base should make it all the easier to track.

"Come on, princess," he says as he finishes his minor task. She zips up her travel bag and gives him a soft smile, clutching Mookie to her chest. "We got to travel one last time, okay?"

She nods. "Okay."

[sortanonymous]

As somewhat of a sports blogger, I wanted to wake up talking about a great Super Bowl and all the congrats and memes and everything. But I'm sorry, if that post does come, it's gonna have to take a while. I can barely focus on it considering the latest in Israel's long line of abhorrent war crimes in Palestine, specifically a deadly bombing in Rafah and hinting at a ground invasion after months of herding Gazans over there as a "safe zone". All the while they fund Super Bowl ad propaganda again painting opposition to their evil as antisemitism (Big difference) asking to "bring the hostages home" after months of them turning down hostage exchange deals. Just as it's clear that this was timed to distract the U.S. from it with the Super Bowl, it's revoltingly clear the hostages are totally expendable to them for the sake of prolonging this genocide. (Not a war, a genocide.) And all the while, the Western world, especially the U.S. government and the Biden administration, are funding and supporting it. Funding a generational display of evil with billions of dollars while acting like there's no money to fix a sagging economy where just about all everyday Americans are getting suffocated by the jaws of late-stage capitalism. No way to fix that apparently, but tens of billions of ways to help Israel deal with the aftermath of an attack they had telegraphed a year in advance. (Gee, it's almost as if Israel put their own people in the crosshairs as fodder to excuse more oppression of Palestine like the past 75+ years since they stole it.) Not to mention them being the one vote in the UN to reject a ceasefire. And also how the vast majority of American corporations are backing Israel in all sorts of heinous ways. Now fast forward four months and the outcome? Tens of thousands of innocents dead, over a third of them children who likely never knew what they were being slaughtered for and never got to live out their lives. Millions displaced and traumatized. A beautiful culture battered. No justice or ceasefire in sight. I know that it's wrong to lose hope, and I definitely do hope that Palestine will be free soon enough, Zionism loses, and that at least a shred of justice hits everyone responsible for this. But man, I'll be honest, it just feels beyond hopeless to do anything. Besides, even if complete witchcraft took over and justice was served and the ceasefire was granted, nothing's going to bring back the people martyred, cure the trauma of the survivors, or reassemble all the rumble. And certainly, nobody should ever forget or forgive Israel and all its allies for participating in these atrocities. It absolutely should haunt all of them forever, and that 100% includes this country's government.

If it helps at all though, still don't forget to give your daily clicks to arab.org to fund UNRWA (which everyone cut funding to because of course they did). (In fact, assuming Incognito mode still gives out ad revenue, which the site uses, you could totally close and re-open arab.org to keep it going. I mean, it hopefully works for me! It's about time we found a great cause to use all those bots on! (maybe)

Maybe soon enough I'll have the somewhat normal posting again, but now doesn't feel like the time. And I know I expressed my pessimism earlier, but then again, history has constantly shown that bigotry and hate can only reign for so long, and hopefully...

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!

[leavingautumn13]

Fanfic Writer Asks: 4, 5, 13, 21, and 24

[fic writer asks]

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

what becomes of the brokenhearted: longform fallout 4 nick valentine/sole survivor drama, romance, and gratuitous violence. will hopefully be updated soon.

eye of the storm: pokemon emerald general fic. still in pre-production. planning went wildly off the rails and i'm trying to beat the outline into something that makes sense thematically.

[unnamed oneshot]: pokemon omega ruby general fic. 1000% about the power of friendship. an absolute sapfest. desperately in need of a title. almost finished!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

this is completely buckwild, but we all know i'm unwell about pokemon now, so i'll just jump into it. i'm cringe but i'm free. back in 2017 when i was in the middle of my first breakdown about pokemon oras, ultra came out, and introduced a canonical alternate universe where somebody fucked up so badly the planet had to be evacuated. because i was in the throes of omega ruby induced brainrot, i immediately decided i needed to make a fic where all of my favorite characters had to deal with the fallout of that. multiverse shenanigans ensued. may got into an argument with an alternate universe version of herself. it was fun, it was bonkers. it had no plot at all.

hell, i have a board for it on pinterest and a playlist too. here ya go.

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

do you want to see a picture of my planning document for wbotb? yeah you do.

this is just the first two acts.

i only do this for long form fics though; for other projects like the oneshot i just wing it, write as i go, and trust my beta reader and my own instincts to keep me on track.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

ugh. yes. i deleted the entire intro for the oneshot i'm working on. i was 400 words in and had about three times that planned. it turned out i was going to rehash a lot of it in the rest of the fic, so it was redundant and messed with the flow. it also made the tone a lot darker. ah well. i got to call back to it a couple of times, so it's nice to have it for consistency's sake if nothing else.

24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).

i still have never made a moodboard in my life. here's a scene from eye of the storm though. tw for blood under the cut.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Yes he’s her older brother but there’s bad blood as he was very cruel to her.

Sanae? Who's that...?

Oh sorry, just someone we did save recently and I just remember her mentioning some names.

Do you know anyone named Zero Suzuki? I figure I ask since she mention she had an older brother named 'Minoru' so I'm wondering if you know her.

Wa-Wait, are you saying Zero is alive?! You found her, I thought she was dead!

Wow uh, yeah... Minoru is surely gonna be in for a surprise...

Yeah, the thing is that we just found her and seems from that reaction, I suppose he doesn't know?

No, he didn't - all he knew was that his siblings all died in a fire and he was the only survivor of his family so I'm rather surprise she survive.

But hey, maybe when I get back; I can tell Minoru about this and we can visit her or do something, yeah? I'm sure if we have free time, we can do that.

Hm, that would be nice so maybe you should, it does seem like a very nice family reunion.

Oh hey, good idea! okay, I'll write the address to the orphanage and phone number, hopefully it's not too hard to find. *Komaru grabs some paper and starts to write it down*

Thanks, man Minoru is gonna be shock about this.

Indeed, I think this would be some good news, wouldn't it?

*hands the paper* Here you go, thank you so much for doing this and as say; will make sure that Sanae is taken care of!

Thank you, I'll be sure me and Minoru will visit...

But you mention she change her name? Well doesn't surprise me, given how her family treated her - I felt bad, but Minoru did mention that her pregnancy was unplanned and unwanted, so you can get why she's called 'Zero'.

Ye-Yeah...I heard some bits, seems the family wasn't very nice at all but hopefully she'll find a better life.

Same here, but at least she's in better hands now...

But yeah, I gotta get going; thanks again for watching his sister, see you then. *Fumiya walk out as he headed for the trucks*

Okay, thank you and hope you visit soon!

Well, hopefully when Sanae hears about this; I think she'll be happy about it.

Indeed, but maybe we should get ready for dinner - let's go.

Yeah, let's do that... *the 2 went to the kitchen and help set things up*

[rusted-rings]

"Is this something I'll regret? Why do I want what I can't get? I wish it didn't have to be so bad."

Hey, it's Franz. Not exactly sure what I'm doing here, just wanted someone new to talk to, I guess.

Uh, about me, I'm 20, survived a jigsaw trap or three, I'm gay and transgender, autistic- Jesus, there's a lot.

I've got a boyfriend, Adam, he's kind of dumb sometimes, but he's sweet (plus his other boyfriend has money so... I'm not complaining)

I like a lot of music, mostly pop-punk, industrial, some new wave, depends really. I'm into some horror movies, but I'm pretty picky. Used to be in mortuary school before, well, everything.

Feel free to reach out, life gets pretty boring.

Ooc:

Okay! Hi, I'm Ace (he/him, 19), and this is my saw oc blog! My main is @istoleludwigsbaumkuchen :3

Along with that, themes of suicidal thoughts, torture, death, depression, gender dysphoria (probably), etc. will all be present, this is a blog in the Saw universe, expect most things that come with that.

I'm open to any interactions besides being seriously romantic as he's in a relationship, but flirty asks and stuff are fine. Some crude jokes are fine (think peanut butter gangbang level), but nothing explicit. If I'm uncomfortable, I'll just delete it. Feel free to be silly or serious, I don't mind.

As for age limits, I'd prefer *at least* 14+ on the grounds of the content involved, but as said previously, there won't be any outright explicit content.

As for his background:

- Franz is a Jigsaw survivor, he was put in a 3 part game after Adam accidentally found his notebook and asked Lawrence for help, in turn handing over pretty much all information needed for him to be trapped.

- He made it out, obviously, but afterwards he didn't really have much to go back to. As such, he was allowed to stay at the safe house, partially due to Adam's insistence out of guilt.

- A key part of his game was self-acceptance, which included his gender. While he knew he was trans before, he refused to come out or fully accept it both for safety and shame. But afterward, there wasn't really any taking in back, plus his old identity is legally dead, so he began his transition as soon as he could.

- He and Adam's relationship is somewhat unhealthy on both sides. While Franz is overly attached due to having no one else, Adam finds himself attracted to him partially out of guilt for causing his trauma. (He can't escape the toxic yaoi unfortunately)

- Also, Adam is dating Lawrence, however Franz isn't. Lawrence is fine with their relationship, and he and Franz get along alright, but neither of them are romantically interested.

- Franz is not an apprentice. While typically, that is a requirement for John's help, Adam talked him out of it on the grounds that it would not help him in the long run. Speaking of which, Lawrence, Mark, and Amanda are all actively apprentices. Adam merely continues his stalking gig for John, along with helping set up traps sometimes, but he avoids taking part or watching them take place as much as he can.

Hopefully that's enough for a start? I mean, it's a lot but I figure it's better than what I had before, which was basically nothing. I can go into his trap if you'd like, in or out of character, but I figured it's too much to type out here along with everything.

Sorry if I'm a little awkward or out of place, it's been a few years since I last ran a blog like this, so I'm pretty out of practice.

Here's the current list of tags:

#franz-responds - answered asks

#franz-talks - regular in-character posts

#📌 - lore - asks or posts that are lore heavy or specific

#📸 - catalog - reblogs or posts that fit his character or interests

#🕹 - games - ask games

#💥 - ooc - out od character posts

So yeah, I think that's it for now? Feel free to send in some asks, I'm excited to get back into this :3c

[lovings4turn]

is it just me who screenshots and/or copy pastes the conversation you replied to so i know what i'm replying to !? yeah, okay, just me. 🫣

first of all, from what it said, (this is from sunday or monday, no clue. don't ask me - time is a social construct!) you'd gotten an awful sleep schedule !! :(( but, i do hope it's better now !! and don't worry, i'm no longer as sick as i was that day !! the dutch weather still is crazy - it hit 11 degrees today (remember i told you 24 on saturday?! it's crazy!!), and i got so used to this, that i just carried my puffer on campus and once i got out, i still had it in my hand until i had to leave to come back home. i wanna go back to my island girl phase and be in higher 20s/30s please !! summer vacation, please come soon (less than 90 days, so slay!!)

my new period just started, and we're learning about - ahem - "health technological innovations + EU" while, i'm icked by the amount of law we'll be doing alongside, i'm hitting the T of STEM, so we love that!! i have hit, s, t, and m so far !! i don't think i'll be getting close to the E until maybe next year on erasmus ??? or master's !! 😭😭 but i'm so glad to hear that you're making progress (hopefully it's going well !! or else, i might have to bring out the whatchamacallits (also look! my computer recognised it, i swear, i got so surprised !!!)

oh my gosh, i so relate !! because, that paper started off about care for xyz disease comparing east/western europe !! it ended up turning into something msm, and i swear - it wasn't pretty. i kid you not, i had DREAMS of google scholar with the search bar full of "MSM" and other boolean operators and other disease names. i hated it, but i passed so we love.

ruhi ramble over for now !! sending you so much love and amazingness your way !! i love love loveeee sending you asks, - i think talking to you has become one thing i have to do on a daily basis or the day essentially hasn't happened yk ?? ANYWAY !! much love !!! 🫶

eeeesh, this is long. my bad (not really guilty, ehe 🤭)

OH you're so real !!!!😭 i sit with a screenshot pulled up right by it so i KNOW i can hit every single point i need to reply to - you aren't alone here sweetheart 😭

time doesn't exist to us !!! i say because i am a survivor of 'has no idea what day it is' disease ... luckily my sleep schedule is on the mend !!! (i did stay up til three last night to watch a silly little hockey game but the results were insane so i'd say it was worth it !!!) and i'm so so happy to hear you aren't as ill anymore !!! but that is Insane oh my god ??? that's so back and forth idk how you cope honestly love 😭😭 manifesting you get your higher temps back and can fully enter your island girl era once more !!!!!

whilst that sounds far beyond my intellectual level ,, that sounds so interesting !!! i'm praying for you for the amount of law you'll be hit with , but you're hitting the t of your woman in stem !!!! you can do it i know it !!!! collecting all of those letters like the icon you are <33

AHHH IT RECOGNISES THE WHATCHAMACALLITS !!!! THIS IS SUCH A WIN FOR US !!!!! i think i may have to heavily start romanticising studying to get through the last few days of slogging over the essays , but i am nothing if not determined !!!!

i am so proud of you for passing that firstly !!!! you're not just a kind soul - you're a genius too !!!! but oh my god that is INTENSE i don't know whether to be impressed or concerned for you lovely 😭😭 but it's over !!!! you did it !!!

i'm sending you all of my love too , ruhi , and once again i'm so thankful to have you in my inbox - it's always a pleasure and i love having you here !!! it truly is an honour :( hoping you're having the best day and night ,, and sending you love and joy and whimsy !!<3

[tragcdysewn]

he hated seeing their little sister like this, everything in him reacting to how weak she looked at that moment. but it was better than her being dead again, so he couldn't bring themself to complain too much about any of it. they reached over with their free hand to run it over her hair, in some small attempt to calm her panic. "hey, hey, i'll go and find her once you fall back asleep, okay? i'll get her here, but trust me when i say she's fine. sid's been through way worse than billy loomis at this point." and hopefully she wouldn't ask for too much elaboration on some small detail he hadn't meant to let slip to her, especially not so soon. she didn't need to hear about how many times sidney had almost died after tatum had passed. "sid is smart. she won't do anything without backup, tate. trust me, she's a survivor, she knows what she's doing." he trusted that much, that sidney was smart enough not to run into something that dangerous head on with no backup. "i haven't told them anything yet. i haven't talked to anyone, i've been a little distracted." and they would absolutely have to call everyone soon, but his focus was still entirely locked on his sister for the moment. and he regrets that immediately when she starts explaining who fred is. "tatum... please tell me you can actually trust this guy. because if there's anything sketchy about him, he can see you when you get out of the hospital." they didn't need the risk of someone jumping tatum and attempting to finish her off while she was vulnerable. "you don't feel fine, and you need to focus on healing." they replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his sister's stubbornness. of course she'd want to leap out of bed and hunt down every single ghostface two days after almost dying. he hesitates for a second at her question, their gaze dropping to the mattress. "bad, tate. he's an idiot, but he's got one skill. you could've died if i'd gotten there a few minutes later than i did. you barely made it as is." and he absolutely hated admitting that out loud, that she'd been that close to dying again, that if she hadn't gotten the attention of some random strangers on the street, they'd likely have just been finding her body now, shoved in some dark alley like trash. but they couldn't sit there and tell her it was just a few minor injuries. tatum wasn't stupid, she'd never believe them even if he did have it in him to lie to tatum about literally anything. "thank you." it was a relief to know that she'd try, at least, that that was one less thing he'd need to worry about in this whole mess. "i'll look into it, okay? i'm sure someone picked it up while they were investigating. if it's at the station, i'll get it back soon. and i'll call sid and gale and randy and all of them soon." he just needed to work up to those particular conversations, get over themself and deal with it. he'd always been a bit of a coward when it came to things like that, but he'd need to do it eventually, that much is blatantly obvious. the hand that had reached out to touch the top of her head moved to wipe at her eyes, an affectionate smile over his face as it finally really hit him that she was there. she was alive, and she was safe, and he could see her whenever they wanted, hear her voice and listen to her latest dramatics whenever they felt like it. it didn't quite feel real, even now, even looking right at her, and his own eyes welled up too as he nodded. "yeah, everything, tate. i didn't when i got the call, but seeing you like that was definitely a wake up call. please never do it again, okay?"

everything was moving slower, her movements were slow, her eyes focusing at a snails pace as she looked back at dewey, trying to read his face, to get a better understanding of just how fucked she was-- the only things that were moving all too fast now were her heartrate and her thoughts, panic washing through her stiff muscles, only making them tighten as her stomach twisted. "we gotta-- we need to find her, i need to talk to her." she needed to make sure sid was safe, even with dewey's reassurance, she needed to hear it from sid herself. to make sure that their friend had not gone after billy for this. "she-- she might try to go after them or.. if something happens.." she was slowly waking up, becoming more lucid as the panic started to really settle in. and god that beeping by her head, it was making it even harder for her to let herself fall back asleep despite how heavy her eyelids felt. "do they know? did you tell them what happened at least?" she blinked away the tears that were stinging at her eyes, turning her head as best she could to look back at her brother as they questioned the other name, remembering that he never met fred. "he's-- fred's my boyfriend." considering the only other partners that dewey had met, was stu, the last thing tatum expected was some immediate approval. but she wanted him here. she wanted to talk to him. she'd never disappeared like this on him before. "i don't-- i feel fine i need to focus on finding those bastards." she grumbled, knowing it was a lie. she was the furthest thing from fine right now. everything hurt, her head felt dizzy any time she tried to move her eyes too fast-- there was no way she could do anything more than lay here, and that pissed her off more than anything. tatum didn't handle being useless well. "how bad was it?" she conceded, laying back against her pillow as she kept her eyes trained on her brother's face. would he lie? she had felt how close to death she was, how hard it had been to hang on. but she didn't know just how serious it had been when she got in. she almost found herself wanting to apologize, to say she was sorry for how badly she must've scared him, for all the memories that this brought back. god, the fact that they even remembered at all-- "rest and recover." she gave one short nod, but the pain of it didn't allow her to do any more than that, feeling her muscles tug at the stitches under the bandages. "i am okay. i just-- i want to make sure everyone else is okay, dewey. sid's gotta be out of her mind. i need my phone back." she muttered, swallowing back the tears, unsure now if they were coming from the pain or the realization that finally, after all this time, she was safe. that dewey was here. despite all of their arguing and complaining, the little disputes they would get into, dewey was here. tatum had survived this, and it was because they made it in time. all of it was starting to hit her, the reality of what had happened, the fear that had nearly swallowed her whole. all of it. his hand squeezed hers and that was really all it took as she finally lost her fight against her tears, sniffling back as much as she could. "you really remember everything? did you-- did you before the call came or was it from seeing--"

[often-obsessed]

Yandere!Lysandre x reader Oneshot

AU Lysandre won

Lysandre surveyed his victory, the ultimate weapon was a success. Soon the world would forever keep its true beauty. The sky was a vibrant red, as if telling the world of the new change to come. If only someone else had seen it his way as well.

Rubble covered the once beautiful city. Houses turned over and inside out, with unfortunate victims inside.

He hoped you weren't among the greedy.

Team flare grunts ran to and fro in search of his lost treasure. He walked among the ruins, scattered glass cracking under his polished shoes.

Surprised cries and pleas for mercy rang out every now and then, soon cut short seconds later.

He wondered what you hoped to accomplish running away. Even if you did leave Kalos it was only a matter of time before team flare's influence spread to other regions. Still, he admired your stubbornness, it was one of your attractive qualities.

"Mr. Lysandre," a grunt swerved around the debris, careful to dodge any grime on the way. "we've found a lead on where our missing person might be!"

Lysandre grinned, he had thought it would take at least a few more days to find you. It seemed your bleeding heart wasn't  able to leave the citizens of Kalos in ruin. A pure heart indeed.

It was good to hear you were still nearby.

The sounds of struggle met his ears, souring his mood. Ah, now to deal with the person responsible for your disappearance.

She was covered in dust, the ugliness of her heart showing through in physical form. With every step his grunts took, dragging the thief closer, his blood boiled.

She had finally stopped squirming like the worm she was the second she caught sight of him. Instead putting on a false display of bravery.

He turned his nose up at her, not that it did much considering his height.

"You know why you're here, if you cooperate I'll spare you the fate of everyone else in kalos."

The woman glared at him, bearing her teeth like a wild pokemon. The hard way it was, not that he cared either way.

"As if I'd tell a monster like you!" She spat. "I'd die happy knowing you didn't get your disgusting hands on my friend! So go ahead do your worst!"

He balled his fists, challenge accepted.

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The small resistance in Kalos steadily grew. Organized by the few gym leaders left, kept a bit of hope that team flare could be beaten. Though this sentiment was among very few. With Lysandre's betrayal, less people were likely to trust any leadership. The desperation to stay alive and safety in numbers was the only thing keeping people from going at each others throats.

Furthermore with the size growth, food for all the survivors was becoming hard to find. There were too few pokemon to speed up growth the small garden your group had growing.

Between foraging berries to grow and fighting other pokemon for said berries, the worn out pokemon didn't have much energy left.

You and a few small groups were in charge of bringing food back to the base.

Which was what you were doing now.

You carefully maneuvered around the unstable rubble, slipping inside a crack in the wall in hopes of finding food.

"Find anything edible yet?" You nearly jumped out of your skin. You glared at your partner in crime. Hugo, known for his expertise in sneaking past the most observant of flare agents, sheepishly grinned at you.

"I was about to find out now."

You stared in into the darkness of the once beautiful home. Hopefully no pokemon resided inside. Ghost pokemon were becoming the norm for Kalos. No one spoke of it though.

You squeezed your way passed what would have been the living room to the kitchen. A few rattata hissed at you before scurrying into the darkness.

A few pieces of untouched bread and bruised berries. It wasn't much but at least the rattatas hadn't got to it.

"I found a few things to eat Hugo, we should head back now, not much sun left."

Hugo made a noise of approval.

You carefully crawled back through the opening, noticing Zoe, a middle-aged woman, had now rejoined you and Hugo.

She held a unnaturally small yamask to her chest in one hand, the other a small bag of hopefully food.

"Hey Zoe...found anything useful?"

Zoe graced you with an acknowledgement of your presence.

"Just found some empty water bottles, I'm pretty sure thats useful."

Hugo laughed.

"Well you guys did better than me, only found a bag of chips. I had to fight a skiddo for this."

Zoe sniffed "Yes, well lets go back, I'd prefer not to fight off hoards of ghost pokemon tonight."

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"Looks like I'm eating grass again. Foraging didn't go to well for anyone else." Hugo sighed, haphazardly throwing his bag in the small pile of collected goods.

"Come on Hugo, kids gotta eat too." You chirped.

"Well yeah but can't they go without food for one day? I'm risking my life everytime I go outside."

"If I find out you're stealing from children I'll break your arm. Eat some bark next time, maybe that will last longer."

"Well look who's gracing us with her words."

"You three!"

Ah Helena, an ex-secretary used to bossing everyone around, pointed a accusing finger at your group.

What now?

"The gym leaders would like a word with you guys." Helena held up a hand. " No I don't know what the subject is, but I expect it's important so hurry up."

You looked at Hugo who gave you a confused look. You shrugged, you were most likely getting in trouble for not meeting your quota. Zoe zipped past the two of you making a beedrill line for headquarters.

You trudged after her, you just wanted to lie in your bed and forget about today.

The headquarters was nothing fancy, just a small room located in the middle of the camp. You entered the cramped space, seeing what was left of the Kalos' league.

Grant, Korrina and Valerie sat at a small table, not one of them spoke.

It was still strange seeing so few gym leaders. Especially so solemn. The weight of their responsibility weighting down on them.

You cleared your throat, snapping the gym leaders out of their thoughts.

"You...wanted to see us?"

The three exchanged glances, their silent conversation going on a moment longer before they answered.

Grant spoke up.

"As you know, food has been getting harder to find."

Hugo snorted.

Grant continued.

"We can no longer sustain all the refugees we've been finding. But we do have some hope, we managed to contact the authorities in Hoenn. They're willing to help but they don't want to risk gaining Lysandre's attention. So we have come up with a plan."

Valerie spoke up this time.

"We decided to move small groups of people out of the camp just under the radar of team flare. Small boats have already begun to make their way here."

You brightened up, this was the best news you've heard since this hell started.

"So you want us to escort survivors to these boats?"

Grant closed his eyes.

"Not quite, we know of Lysandre's... Fixation with you. We realized we can use that to our advantage, to be blunt."

No this couldn't be, they weren't serious.

"So you just intend to use them as bait?! With everything they've done for you?! What kind of thanks is that!"

Hugo spoke up, fists balled at the gym leaders.

"This wasn't an option we wanted to use, but it's the only one we have. You all know what would happen if team flare found this place. We need to think of the civilians. We're not going to force you, but please think of what will happen if this war continues any longer."

"He has a point, how many people have to lose their lives to team flare."

Zoe muttered.

Your head spun, you wanted to yell at the gym leaders, the world and fate for all of this. But they were in the right, too many people were suffering. It would be selfish to think of yourself when you could do something to help.

You looked at the floor, you'd have to see Lysandre again.

"What is your plan?"

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The plan was simple, just lead team flare away from where the boats would land.

Drawing Lysandre's attention to you.

Zoe and Hugo insisted they accompany you, but with so few pokemon trainers they were needed to escort civilians.

It took you days to get in position, let it be known Kalos wasn't small.

The gravel crunched under your boots, as you sprinted across the rubble. You already set off the distraction, alerting a few team flare grunts in the area.

The chase had already began, shouts behind you got closer.

"They're over there!"

You slid down an incline. You should be able to lose them in the forest. Stay a day then you could circle back and jump on a boat. So far only grunts were chasing you, but it wouldn't be long before an admin was on your trail too.

Or worse.

You began to wheeze, your legs stumbled a bit. You must've been running on and off for an hour. You were too tired to even climb a tree. You slowed to a walk, you hadn't heard your pursuers in a while. There had to be some kind of inconspicuous shelter somewhere.

When had it gotten so quiet?

A twig snapped.

You whirled your head towards where you thought the noise came from.

Was it Lysandre? Your stomach flipped.

Nothing.

Well there was no way you were sticking around to find out. You began your jog again, legs wobbly on the rocky road.

Just think of the future, it will all be over soon.

 Suddenly the world turned upside down, literally. It soon registered that you were rolling down a hill. Pain shot up your leg. How had you not noticed? Were you really so tired you couldn't see straight?

You rolled, painful rocks hitting your body with every impact. You covered your face as best you could. Finally coming to a stop.

No one heard that right? You looked up as the steep, rocky edge stared back. It was a miracle you survived.

Your eyes strained to see any sign of life at the top of the incline. You thankfully did see any, but the dust disturbed from your fall floated lightly in the sky.

You slowly pushed yourself up ignoring the sharp pains all over. A searing pain shot up your hand causing you to fall on your butt. A long gash was cut on your palm covered in packed dirt.

You frowned, that obviously wasn't good. You'd have to find a river quick, it wasn't like you had any alcohol to wash it off with, or any healing pokemon.

You continued your escape.

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It was the middle of the night now, you  could hear team flare grunts in the distance. Most likely dealing with vengeful ghost pokemon. You shivered in the cold night air, at least you hoped it was cold air. Your hand burned as signs of infection started to show. You still hadn't found a source of water to wash your cut.

You had gently pulled off debris, flinching at the embedded pieces. Maybe it was best to turn back now. You had been out here long enough. You weren't about to die out here when freedom was so close.

Crap which way had you come? Climbing a tree would help.

Ah right, you hurt your hand. You watched a fireball in the distance.

Silver glinted in your peripheral vision, you gasped the rush of air burning in your lungs. You fell back whipping your head towards the danger. Your brain felt like it was a second behind.

Had they found you already? You didn't have any pokemon to aid you. Damn it! If only pokeballs were easy to come by!

"OOF!"

You lay on your back staring up at the bipedal pokemon, sharp blades shone in the moonlight. Yellow eyes watched your every move, daring you to try and stand.

You froze in terror, where had it come from? Was it wild? You moved your hand, only to stop short when it raised its hackles. Crap what could you do?

The thing had blades on its arms, you couldn't fight it off!

"H-hey I'm no threat to you buddy, just passing through."

Maybe it had babies somewhere?

Footsteps soon made there way over to you. Oh arceus was there more?

Bright green hair and glasses entered your vision. Oh great one of the fashion disaster sisters. Bryony stood above you, smirk and all.

"I have to say I really didn't think you would make it this far. Do you know my sisters and I made a bet on who could catch you first? Can't wait to rub this in their faces."

She slapped her hands on her thighs leaning over you with a cheshire grin.

"Wow you look awful," she glanced at your cut. "Yeah, that's probably infected. Bisharp carry our captive!"

Bisharp obeyed, you couldn't manage the strength to fight it off.

"You made Lysandre pretty upset when you ran off, leaving him all by his lonesome. If he didn't want you back alive I would have had bisharp slit your throat. No one upsets the boss."

You gulped. You watched Bryony speak into a device most likely calling backup.

You shivered again much violently than the last time, bisharp's cold metal body wasn't helping.

"Hey don't pass out on me now!"

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The feeling of your hand being rubbed soon woke you up, it felt nice, like a soothing balm after everything that happened.

Oh arceus.

Who was touching you?

"Calm down my heart you're causing the monitor to sky rocket."

You slowly opened your eyes, your vision too blurry the make out anything. One bright orange blob sat to the side of you, it didn't take a genius to guess who it was.

Lysandre rubbed your injured hand, you suddenly wished you could cut it off.

The blobs slowly started to turn into definable shapes. Showing off a pristine white room, as if a speck of dust had never touched it. You looked at the heart monitor then the IV hooked to your arm. Soft blankets touched your skin, you never realized how much you missed soft blankets. You felt a bit guilty using all of this equipment, it could have saved so many lives.

So many lives that had been taken.

Your hand was given a small squeeze, grounding you back to reality. You stared at your uninjured hand instead, whatever rebellion you could do, you would. You refused to look at the man who ruined your life. Ruined all of Kalos' life.

Lysandre sighed.

You felt him peck your hand, a little longer than you liked.

"My heart please, this rebellion has gone far enough. Look what has happened to you out there."

You grit your teeth as you slowly gained your sight. Lysandre looked at you with concern, tears threaten to leave his eyes. To watch this man act as if he was actually suffering was nauseating. How many people had you watch suffer from starvation and injury because of him.

"It was better for me out there, my friends had my back."

"Yet you came to me half dead, what would have happened if Bryony hadn't found you? She told me no one was around, some friends."

Lysandre rose, towering over you like the giant he was, eyes blazing.

"Don't talk about them that way! They've helped me out more than you ever have!"

Lysandre bared his teeth staring you down like an angry pyroar.

"Well one of your 'friends' spilled everything after only a day dear."

Your breath hitched, that couldn't be true. No it couldn't he was just trying to break you down that's all.

"You lie."

"Pomace Mountain, with the greedy people you were staying with dug tunnels throughout the rock. I wasn't expecting to find so many survivors."

Your stomach dropped, no that wasn't possible. It felt as if the world was spinning. You failed, all those people were dead because of you. Hugo and Zoe.

You heard a sigh before Lysandre held your hand again, Soothing motions resuming.

"It was a necessary evil, for a better future."

You ignored the man next to you as numbness washed over you.

In the distance two yamask floated across the horizon.

[onceuponastory]

normal - steve kemp x reader: chapter ten (FINALE): begin again

“Yeah I know I went and left you all alone Please don't think that I let you go I'll never let go.” “Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls But none of them would ever feel like home And no matter how far and wide I roam You're the only one I'll ever know.” - anyone else by pvris

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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This chapter has mentions of death, murder, stabbing, cannibalism, serial killers, kidnapping, a lot of blood, and graphic descriptions of violence and injuries. Also mentions of reader’s trauma and PTSD after everything she’s been through, and her survivors guilt. And of course, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler, because those two are warnings all on their own, let alone together. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Well, here it is. The final chapter of Normal. I’m going to make a big post about it ending later, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you SO MUCH for reading and loving this story as much as you all have. I appreciate every note and comment so much. This chapter is not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Lying on the floor, Y/N listens as the sirens sound and as the blood continues to flow from her side. She presses her hand to the wound, trying to stop the flow, but it only adds to the pain. Biting her lip, Y/N hisses as she tries to hold back her cries of pain. Lying back, she wonders where Steve is now. Hopefully, he’s safe. Even though now she wishes she went with him. The sound of the sirens gradually grows louder and louder until she realises they’re outside. Sighing, Y/N braces herself. Because once those doors open, everything changes. And this time, she doesn't know how she'll survive it on her own. 

The door soon bursts open, and she hears voices shouting. “FBI, hands in the air!” Y/N lifts her hands, even though doing so sends more pain throughout her body. Rapidly, footsteps approach her.

“I’m FBI Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Please don’t shoot.” She mumbles.

“Y/N! Oh god. What happened to you?” A familiar voice, that of her boss, sounds. “Hey, we need an ambulance over here!” He bends down, studying her bloody and bruised body. “Shit.” He murmurs, taking off his jacket and holding it against her side to stop the bleeding. “Y/N, where’s Kemp? Is he still here?” He asks. Y/N’s eyes fill with tears before she can even stop them. 

“I don’t know.” She sniffles, and her boss sighs.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. Don’t worry about him. He can’t hurt you anymore.” If only she could tell them the truth about how truly kind Steve was to her, and how he defended her against Nick. Maybe then, things would be different. But nobody would believe her anyway. Once again, her thoughts drift to Steve and the times they spent together. They were so happy, so free. And now, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again.

“Sir, there’s one body over here. It’s Fowler.” A voice sounds, cutting through her thoughts. Immediately, Y/N gasps. 

“Sir, it was Nick. The killings, everything, it was all-” she exclaims, hoping they believe her and that she’s not sent to prison on a murder charge. To her surprise, though, a look of shame crosses her boss’ expression, and he nods.

“Don’t waste your strength. It’s alright. We know.” Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. “Well done, kid. You solved the case after all.” Even though Y/N can feel herself starting to lose consciousness, a small smile crosses her lips.

“I did, didn’t I?” she murmurs.

“We better get you out of here. It looks like you’re about to end up the same way as Nick.” The sound of sirens fills the air again, and her boss breathes a sigh of relief. But Y/N can feel herself starting to slip away.

“I don’t want to die.” She whispers.

“And you won’t. I won’t let you.” Her boss promises. He looks over her body once again, swearing as he sees his jacket becoming increasingly more soaked with blood. “Where the fuck is that ambulance?!” He yells. “Come on Y/N, just stay awake for me, okay? Just hold on, please.” As Y/N’s eyes begin to drift shut, strangely, she feels oddly at peace. The nightmare is finally over. And at least she got to say goodbye to Steve. 

“You saved us both, and all those women. You did it. My beautiful Y/N.” His words echo in her mind as the doors open again, and as paramedics run up to her. And then, Y/N passes out.

Sometime later, Y/N wakes up. As her eyes take time to adjust to the bright lights of her new surroundings, she hears a voice.

“Thank fuck, she’s awake.” For a fleeting moment, in her daze, she hopes it’s Steve, risking his life and freedom to see her and make sure she’s safe. But as she realises that she’s in a hospital, she also realises that it’s not Steve beside her, just her boss. Her heart sinks, and she sighs sadly. She’s still alone. “Welcome back. You gave us all quite a scare.”

“What happened?” She frowns.

“Well, Fowler got you pretty badly in the side, but the doctors and nurses managed to patch you up. They said you’re a trooper. You’re on bedrest for the next few weeks.”

“No, I mean, how did you find me?”

“Well, you were right. Fowler was behind everything. He tried to hide the evidence, but one of his associates squealed and told us Nick went out to find you. He probably wanted to make sure Kemp killed you, and when he didn’t, he wanted to finish the job.” Y/N nods, trying to block out all the memories she has of Nick standing over her with a knife, that crazed look on his face. “There’s going to be an officer outside your door from now on, just in case Kemp comes back.” That means there’s no way for her to warn Steve, so if he comes back, he’ll be putting herself in danger. 

“Hopefully he doesn’t then.” She says, and her boss laughs.

“Well, you got lucky the first time with him, so hopefully your good luck continues.” Y/N suppresses a scoff. Luck? That’s not what she’d call it. “By the way, there are some journalists outside who want to speak to you.” Y/N frowns.

“Journalists? Plural? I thought there’d just be one reporter, if anything.” Her boss chuckles.

“Y/N, you got kidnapped by a serial killer, and stopped another's reign of terror all on your own. You’re in pretty high demand, kid.” Y/N feels her cheeks heating up.

“Oh, right.” How could she be so naive? Of course, after going through what she did, newspapers would be interested in her. She fidgets nervously in her bed, and she bites the skin around her thumb. She’s not used to having so much attention on her. She’s given a few interviews before, but definitely not on this big a scale, or with her as the subject of the story. And she’s definitely not faced it all on her own. 

“If you want, I can send them away.” Her boss offers, obviously noticing her discomfort. Sighing, she shakes her head.

“No, I’m going to have to deal with them eventually, aren’t I? Send them in.”

From that moment on, before she even leaves the hospital, Y/N’s life completely changes almost overnight. There are constant news and magazine interviews, all talking about how brave she was for going up against two cannibalistic serial killers, and not only that, but killing one of them before he could hurt anyone else. They ask her how she feels, knowing that it’s all over, and that she’s a hero. Even though she doesn’t feel much like a hero.

Her co-workers at the FBI even come to visit her too, gushing over and over about how she did such a great job and how they always trusted and believed in her. Honestly, Y/N’s glad she’s still on bedrest and attached to a drip when they come, because when they say those words to her after the hell and constant bullying they put her through, she almost punches them all. The higher ups at the FBI and CIA come to see her too, talking about how what she did will reflect on the agencies as a whole, and how much praise they’ll get for solving the case, completely ignoring how she did it on her own, with her own hard work, and almost died because of it.

Even her parents come to visit her, tears filling their eyes as they tell her how proud they are, and how much they love her. The same parents who, only a few months ago, barely acknowledged her or her job because it didn’t fit into their perfect lifestyle. Of course, deep down she’s glad to have some love from her parents again…it’s just tainted because it took her almost dying and being interviewed by almost every news and tv network around the world for her to be worthy of their pride and love. Then again, they always loved a headline.

And of course, even though everyone tells her it’s over and that they know Nick was responsible, there’s still plenty of police, FBI and CIA interviews. Those are her least favourite kinds of interviews. She didn't know how frightening it was to be on the other side of them. They all ask for her side of the story, the warning signs she saw with Nick, and the million dollar question: if she’s sure that she doesn’t know where Steve went. And in all honesty, she doesn’t. Even though she wants to know more than anything.

When she leaves the hospital, things only continue. For a while, she almost becomes America’s Sweetheart: the superhero who saved the country and its daughters from the darkness that was Nick Fowler. Yet, despite how glad she is that it’s all over, and with receiving so much praise, Y/N just wants it all to stop. She’s tired of having cameras shoved in her face wherever she goes, meaning she can’t live a normal life ever again. She’s not used to this newfound fame, and doesn’t think she ever will be. Not to mention how she’ll be tied to Nick Fowler and this awful thing that he did to her forever. And everyone just seems so…fake. They pretend to care about her physical and mental turmoil, but she knows they’re mostly just there to get clicks and engagement, and they couldn’t care less about what happens to her after this. They’re just chasing the next big story. And for a while, that’s what she’s going to be. This whole situation makes her miss Steve even more. He was the only one who was proud of her. Not because of how well she and her actions would reflect on him. He was actually proud of her. He actually loved her.

And now she’s all on her own, with no idea where he is or if he’s even alive. Her physical scars heal with time, but her emotional scars still stay. And so, the agency also provides her with a therapist to help her readjust to society. Her therapist is nice and all, but she just stares at her most of the time, expecting her to open up about all her trauma right away, when that’s the last thing she wants to do. Not that she can tell her therapist that, though. How else could she phrase that after being given the gift of survival and being hailed as a hero, she doesn’t want it? It makes her sound so ungrateful. 

All Y/N has to keep going is remembering the sweet nothings Steve whispered to her at every waking moment, hoping it’s enough to see her through the night without any nightmares of Nick standing over her with a knife. It never works. The nights are always the worst. When she wakes up, feeling or hearing the whisper of Steve’s voice, or his touch, and knowing it’s not real this time. That she can’t go back to see him and talk to him, and to stop this aching feeling in her chest. That’s what hurts the most. Having him ripped away so quickly from her.

Of course, she tries to find him herself. At least, she searches for him as much as she can before people get suspicious that either she’s not healing as well as she might be, or that her and Steve’s relationship goes far deeper than it seems. After convincing herself that Steve has kept a low enough profile for a while, Y/N even starts checking the news, waiting in case there’s any new bodies that turn up matching Steve’s MO. Because even though the thought still churns her stomach, she knows a cannibal like Steve has to survive somehow. By this point, Y/N’s sure that she knows Steve inside and out (including physically), so she’d be able to spot his work right away. 

When that doesn’t work, Y/N goes back to the cabin a few times, hoping that Steve is hiding out there, waiting for her to find him, or that he’s left her a clue. Naturally, her therapist thinks it’s a great idea, and sees it as a great way to confront what happened. Of course, Y/N didn’t tell her the real reason for her visit. When there’s still no sign of him, and the townspeople don’t know where he is either, it crushes her even more. 

The more time goes on without any word from Steve, not even a discreet note, Y/N starts to wonder if Steve has forgotten her after all. And even after being kidnapped, beaten and almost dying...the possibility that Steve doesn’t love her anymore hurts more than anything Y/N has been through.

“Mom, stop fussing over me, please!” Y/N moans, swatting away her mother’s hands as they try to fix her outfit and hair. 

“I’m sorry, darling. Your father and I just want to make sure you look good for your special night when you accept your award!” She insists. Tonight, Y/N gets an award for stopping Nick and closing the case for good. Y/N sighs. She’s still honoured to be appreciated, especially after all the pain and torment she went through. But she knows this ceremony will be full of press again, ready to plaster her face all over the newspapers and television screens once more. 

Y/N looks at herself in the mirror, staring at the fancy clothes adorning her body. She looks so…different. And she feels so uncomfortable and out of place. Thank fuck they’re not expecting a speech. She’s still too overwhelmed with everything going on with her life, and with trying to find Steve to even think straight. 

“Y/N, they’re ready for you.” Her father announces, and she nods. After her parents leave, Y/N takes a deep breath and walks out towards the stage. She peeks out at the crowd of people and journalists, all there to see her. Yet, even with such an enormous crowd of people there just to see her...Y/N’s never felt so lonely. If Steve was here, he’d be telling her how gorgeous she looks, and be unable to keep his hands off of her the entire time. If he was here, everything would be so much better. She wouldn’t have to go through this all on her own, without the one person who knows what she’s going through. The only person who matters to her. Maybe if she tried harder to find Steve, or went with him, then things would be different. Another shiver goes up her body then at the thought of Steve touching her, and Y/N tries desperately to not start crying.

But if he’s chosen a life without her, then she has to respect that. Even though that thought tears her up inside. Pushing away her thoughts of Steve, Y/N watches as the director of the FBI approaches the microphone.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen. Members of the press. Thank you all for being here as we honour Agent Y/N Y/L/N, who stopped Nick Fowler, the recent serial killer terrorising Portland, all on her own. And after being kidnapped by Steve Kemp too, another monster.” Y/N winces at his words. If only he knew that to her, Steve Kemp is the furthest thing from a monster. “Through her actions and dedicated hard work, Y/N exemplifies our values of strength and bravery. Which is why I’m honoured to call her an agent, and to give her this award. So please help me welcome her onto the stage.” And yet, Y/N stays rooted in her spot, too hesitant to go out in front of such a big crowd on her own.

So much for being a hero.

“Clearly, she’s not used to the spotlight.” The director chuckles, and further laughter ripples through the crowd. Y/N gulps, her uncomfortableness back in full force. Maybe it would be better if she ran.

“You’re a smart woman, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t let you share your thoughts.” Suddenly, Steve’s words echo in her mind again, cutting through her fears. “I’m proud of you.” 

At first, the sound of Steve’s voice makes her feel even more upset, especially since she still hasn’t heard anything from him. But then, Y/N realises that Steve, the one person who actually loves her, would want her to accept this award. So, taking a deep breath, Y/N walks out on stage.

As she does, the room erupts with the sound of cheering and the flashing of cameras. The sudden sound and brightness makes her wince as she approaches the director. He grasps her hand, shaking it tightly. “Well done.” He grins, passing over a small plaque to her. The cameras go off a few more times, and the applause starts again.

And then, thankfully, it’s over.

Later that night, as she makes the rounds greeting people and giving interviews, Y/N keeps glancing down at the award in her arms. It’s so small. She’s been through so much pain and trauma, including almost dying…and all she gets is a fucking tiny wooden plaque. Meanwhile, there’s no doubt her bosses are using this opportunity to improve their own careers, and she’ll soon be forgotten about again. She scans the room, noticing her co-workers looking at her. And she’ll soon be back to being a target for jokes and bullies by the same people praising her. Just another cog in the machine. 

“You know, you need a new job if this is how they treat you.” Steve’s words, some of the first he ever said to her, echo in her mind. Back then, she thought he was just saying them to get under her skin and play on her fear. Deep down, though, she knew he was right. And now, she’s finally going to take his advice. Because she loved her job at first, and will always be grateful to them for indirectly introducing her to Steve. Without him, her whole life wouldn’t have been turned upside down, and she probably would have died back in that church. Now though, she’s had enough, and she can’t do it anymore.

So a few days later, Y/N enters her office once more, and she packs everything up. Once she’s finished, Y/N goes to see her boss. “Why do I have a bad feeling about whatever you’re about to tell me?” He chuckles when he sees her. Y/N takes a deep breath.

“Sir, I’d like to hand in my resignation.” She passes over an envelope, which her boss studies. “I appreciate everything you’ve done, and all the opportunities I had. I just-”

“After what happened, you can’t do it anymore?” He finishes for her, and she nods. “Well Y/N, you’ve done a lot of good in your time here, arguably more so than anyone in this entire agency. But you’ve been through a lot. Including seeing enough blood and gore to last a lifetime.” He sighs, getting up to shake her hand. “I can’t say I won’t miss you…but I understand.” He grasps her hand, shaking it firmly. “And besides, you’re leaving here a hero. Few people can say that.” Y/N nods. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve done, sir.”

“No. Thank you.” He insists. “After all, you did it all on your own, remember?” Y/N feels herself blushing. If only they knew the truth, and how Steve helped her. And how she let him go. She wouldn’t have such a hero's reputation then.  Sometimes she wonders if it would change anything if she admitted how much Steve helped her. She knows it’s foolish to hope that doing so would bring Steve back and drop everything against him, but after dreaming of him for so long and finally getting him…it doesn’t hurt to try again, right? 

But unfortunately, life doesn’t work like that. And if she and Steve are over, then so be it.

“What are you going to do with yourself, then?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I just need some time to myself. Maybe I’ll do some travelling.” 

“Well, I hope life is good for you. Especially after all of this. You deserve it.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replies, blinking back her tears.

“If you want to come back, or you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate.” Y/N nods, and after saying her last goodbyes, she leaves the office. She can see all her co-workers staring at her, whispering amongst themselves once more. She was right after all: it’s not even been a week since her ceremony, and she’s already back to being the joke of the office. But not anymore. Turning away with a scoff, Y/N leaves the office for the last time.

A few days later, Y/N sighs as she looks through her mail. Bills, bills, more requests for interviews….the same as usual. But then, one letter pops out in an unfamiliar handwriting. Frowning, she tears it open and begins to read.

“Dear Y/N. My beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I got in contact with you. I had to make sure it was safe, but I have missed you so much.” Immediately, Y/N’s eyes widen, her heart rate increases, and her body heats up with excitement. Steve. He’s alive. He’s okay. He’s alive. Trying to calm herself down, Y/N keeps reading, a huge smile on her face. “I’ve just seen you receiving your award on television, and although I’m a little hurt to not be included, I’m so proud that you’re finally receiving the recognition you deserve. I’ve never stopped thinking about you or stopped loving you, and I hope you still feel the same about me.”

“Of course I do.” She whispers without a second thought. 

“I’ve got a house now, and a new life. If you still want to be with me, come and find me.” There’s an address at the bottom of the letter. Involuntarily, Y/N lets out a squeal of excitement. 

He wants to see her again. 

He still loves her. 

She has to go see him. 

Glancing out of the window, Steve sighs. Since he’s still technically a fugitive, he’s had to move away from Portland, away from his real home and from the love of his life, and assume a new identity. He wanted to contact Y/N as soon as he left, but it was too risky, and could put either of them in danger. So, Steve waited. Even though the constant worry over how Y/N is doing is all-consuming. He knows she was at least okay a week ago, because he saw her accepting her award on TV. But after that, anything could’ve happened. The sight of her lying on the ground, blood pouring out of her, still haunts his every waking moment. He could’ve done so much more to help her. And yet…he ran, like a coward. If she’s hurt again, he’d never be able to live with himself.

Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door, and Steve goes to answer it. When he sees who’s standing there, he gasps. “Hi Steve.” Y/N smiles, her eyes filled with tears. 

“Y/N?” He whispers. “You’re here?”

Chuckling, Y/N nods. “I got your letter.” Immediately, she drops her bags and runs forward into his arms, and he squeezes her tightly. He buries his nose in her hair and her clothing, inhaling her scent once more. 

“I’m so glad you’re here…that you’re okay.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips, one full of passion and longing. Y/N moans happily. Once they’ve pulled apart, Steve still keeps her in his arms for a bit longer. If he could, he’d keep her there, safe in his embrace forever. “I love you so much. Welcome home.” He grins, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Y/N and Steve know that their relationship and lives have been a whirlwind of chaos and unpredictability, but they’re ready for their new life together.

Always and forever.

The End.

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[magicalqueennightmare]

Safe with Him

After being alone with your little brother you take shelter in a prison not knowing other survivors had the same idea as well.

@ellerelly I hope you like it. I changed the brother's age a little. Hope thats ok!!

"Jonah remember what I said. Stay low and quiet. I have to go outside to get water from the creek. I promise you I'll be back soon" you hated leaving him but you didn't have much of a choice. He nodded, tucking the blanket around him as he slid under the bunk. Once you were satisfied he was hidden well enough you walked out of the cell fastening the door behind you with the chain you'd found in a different hall of the prison. 

You gripped your machete in one hand and slipped the canteens across your chest. There were two for drinking and two for washing up. You liked getting enough water at a time that you only had to venture out every few days.

You knew the fastest way out was through the tombs and out the back wall that had apparently fallen at some point. You could only imagine that it had hopefully given some of the prisoners at least a fighting chance at freedom. The irony was that it had given you and Jonah a fighting chance at safety.

Your thoughts slipped to the six year old hiding awaiting your return. You feared the day something may happen that ended with you not getting back to him. You were all he had. The moment you stepped out into the warm Georgia heat you shook yourself to clear your mind. Walkers were everywhere so you needed your head in the game. Jonah was as safe as he could be until you got back but he needed you to get back.

You stopped just inside the prison to catch your breath. Blood covered your face and arms but none of it was your own at least. You'd stopped just for a second and a couple walkers had gotten too close for comfort. 

Jonah was more used to seeing blood than you'd ever care to admit at this point but nonetheless you dipped into an empty cell and used one of the dirty blankets to wipe away the blood as best as you could. At least the food you'd managed to scavenge should hold the two of you out for another week or more. You always ate just enough to keep yourself going. He needed it more than you.

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You stopped just outside the cell you and him slept in quietly watching to ensure he would do as you instructed. No movement or sounds came from inside and you smiled to yourself. It was a challenge having him in this world but you were doing your best to help teach him to survive.

You undid the chain and stepped inside before reconnecting it to ensure the door stayed closed until you wanted out. "Hey Bud. I'm back" You whispered and saw the blanket shift just enough one eye could pop out. When he saw it was you he smiled before sliding out "I'm glad you're back"

You helped him get from under the bunk before offering the bandana full of berries you'd picked as well "Not the cookies you used to get but figured I'd bring you a treat" his smile grew before he offered a handful back to you "Here sistie" you shook your head "Nope I got them for you. Now eat up" he sat on top of the bunk watching as you pulled out the few clothes the two of you had and scrunched your nose up at the smell coming from your other shirt.

"Is it smelly?" He asked and you nodded with a light laugh "Very. What ya say we sneak down to the showers so you can get cleaned up and I can at least try to get some of the stench out of our clothes?" He held out a few berries again "If you eat" you knew that look. Kid or not he got his stubborn streak from you. You took half the berries he was offering and popped them into your mouth "There. Ya happy?" He nodded then stood grabbing his other two shirts and pair of pants "Lead the way"

Daryl led the way through the abandoned halls followed closely by Rick then Glenn. Since the initial interaction with the prisoners letting walkers in, resulting in Lori and T-Dogs death their next goal was to clear the tombs and ensure no more threats lay in wait.

He never expected to hear voices singing lightly as he moved around a corner he could just make out the tune of you are my sunshine. He held up a hand signaling the other men to stop as he listened. "What is that?" Rick asked and Daryl shrugged "singing?" 

Before Daryl or Glenn could stop Rick he quickly made his way around the corners into the showers. The resounding scream followed by swearing made them both chase after him.

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Daryl stopped the moment he saw the scene played out in front of him. A woman stood in front of Rick with a kid shoved behind her "Look I don't mean anyone any harm. Leave us be and I'll leave you be. I swear"

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You were shaking and had no idea if it was from fear or anger. You glared at the man in front of you pointing a gun to your head "Look I don't mean any harm. Leave us be and I'll leave you be. I swear" you registered two more men coming in the room but didn't dare take your eyes off the threat in front feeling Jonah's grip on your back tighten.

"Rick man it's a woman and a kid" one of the other men spoke and you looked towards the voice. It was an Asian guy around your age. He seemed friendly enough and the fact that he didn't have a weapon pointed in your direction won him points immediately "She's been here this whole time" said the man with the gun.

Your eyes shifted between them "This whole time? What do you mean?" "See? She ain't even known we was here" The third guy spoke and when you looked in his direction you were met with a pair of blue eyes that at first chance seemed distrusting but you quickly realized that Rick was paying more attention to him than the guy your age. The crossbow in his hand drew your attention to it as well.  

"Look, I didn't know anyone else was in the prison. It offered us some form of shelter that's it" Rick glanced between the two men then back to you "Don't move" You nodded "Wouldn't dream of it" 

You watched the three of them walk back into the hall even though crossbow was keeping you in his sights. "What do we do sistie?" Jonah asked and you shook your head "We don't do nothing. You keep your head down and I will get us out of this"

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After a moment Rick grumbled something about a stupid decision costing them then stormed off followed by the guy your age. Crossbow looked back at you from the hall and seemed to be making a decision because he nodded to himself before meeting your eyes "Can we talk?" You slowly nodded.

Crossbow walked back into the room staying just inside the threshold. You leaned back and whispered to Jonah "Go hide in the last stall. I'll call you when I know it's safe" Crossbow watched him run off then looked back at you "That your kid?" You shook your head "He's my little brother"

He motioned back towards the hall "Rick's not a bad guy" "Yeah seemed like a peach" you bit back and saw him stifle a smirk "My name's Daryl. The other fella his name's Glenn" you stared at him for a moment before telling him your name. He nodded towards where Jonah had disappeared but you shook your head "You gotta have a lot more trust from me to know that" 

"Fair enough. Can I ask a couple things that don't got nothing to do with him?" Daryl asked so you shrugged. He had at least backed Rick down. "How many walkers have you killed?" You raised an eyebrow but did a quick headcount mentally "Dozen or so"

He nodded and then asked "How many people have you killed?" You crossed your arms over your chest before answering "Three" he met your gaze and held it before asking "Why?" You motioned over your shoulder where Jonah had retreated "To keep him safe"

He was quiet for a moment then said "Stay in this part of the prison. I'll come by and check on you two. If ya need anything lemme know. I'll help what I can" he started to walk out but stopped when you asked "Why help me when your friend seemed like he wanted to shoot me when he first saw me?" He shrugged "You don't seem like a threat to me. You seem like somebody who's done what it takes to stay alive and keep your little brother alive. World needs people like you"

With that Daryl walked away so you called Jonah out to you. Apparently the little bubble you two had been living in was gonna grow just a bit.

A few days passed without incident. You weren't sure if they had simply forgotten you and Jonah or had kept the secret amongst the three of them because from the sounds of it they had a group.

It was late one night, Jonah was already fast asleep curled up on the bunk when you heard footsteps. You stood from where you'd been sitting on the floor grabbing the machete nearby. Daryl had told you it was ok for the two of you to stay but what if Rick had changed his mind or if another member of their group had stumbled upon the two of you?

You stepped out into the hall pulling the cell door shut behind you as quietly as possible. You heard the footsteps stop and after a moment of silence you heard Daryl "Y/N I got ya some stuff" 

You laid the machete on the floor then stepped around the corner and sure enough there was the archer with a small crate in his hand. "Rick is gonna get mad at you Daryl" you tried but he shrugged "He'll get over it" He held out the crate and when you took it he ducked his eyes almost nervously "Ain't much but there's a couple cans of food in there.I found you an actual knife and a sheath too" 

You looked from the crate to him knowing the confusion of someone showing kindness was written across your face. He quickly shook his head "I ain't wanting nothing from you. I just know that boy needs you alive. It's safer for you to be here with him. We go out in teams so we're never alone too much" 

He started to walk off but you stopped him by calling his name. He looked back at you expectantly "Thank you" he nodded "I'll see you in a few days. I'll try to come before night next time so I don't spook ya"

Carol was the first to notice. Whether it was her friendship with Daryl or simply her sleep patterns being as screwed up as they were from years of abuse at Ed's hands. She noticed more than once him slipping away at nighttime. Once her attention was drawn to the matter she also started to notice other things.

Like how his backpack would still carry weight even after dumping everything from a mission or that a few squirrels or whatever he'd manage to kill that day would disappear after they were cooked. It wasn't enough missing to harm their group but still it piqued her curiosity. Especially since Rick had alerted everyone to a woman and kid living in the tombs with orders to not interact with them. 

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She waited one night right outside his cell. Everyone who was inside was fast asleep. Maggie and Glenn were on watch. Judith was even sleeping from the sounds of it. When he stepped into the hall he looked her over "what are you doin up?" She shrugged "Couldn't sleep" then noticed the bag on his shoulder "What about you?" He shrugged "Same. Gonna go out see if anything is in the woods" She nodded and let him walk away from her before saying "Make sure you get enough for them too" 

He stopped short glancing around to listen and ensure everyone was still asleep before walking back over to her "What ya mean by that?" She motioned to his bag "C'mon Daryl I know you. Doesn't take much to figure out. Rick tells us to stay out the tombs away from this woman then you start disappearing. Why didn't he invite her to the group? If she survived this long by herself with a kid she's capable" 

He shrugged "I dunno. I been helping her what I can. She does everything for her little brother but was barely eating herself. I ain't took nothing we need" she nodded "I know. Secret's safe with me" he nodded then "Thanks"

You still went out as you could rather to gather water or scavenge local buildings. You didn't want to rely completely on anyone yet Daryl seemed intent to work his way into your mind at every turn. 

You had ended up meeting a couple of the women in his group by mere coincidence. Carol who had a kind smile but a fire in her eyes and Maggie who had greeted you warmly had ended up at the creek at the same time you went to refill canteens.

You spoke to them for a few minutes learning that Maggie was Glenn's other half. They both stated that they wanted nothing more than to welcome you and Jonah into their group but that Rick was still cold to the idea. "Please don't let Daryl go to bat for me. I don't want any issues within your people" you pleaded with Carol who laughed "I think it would be easier to tell the walkers not to bite. He seems rather smitten with you" You shook your head with a laugh "I barely speak to him. Outside of thanking him and that once I mended his shirt"

Maggie grinned "I like you. I'm gonna get my daddy to talk to Rick again. Your brother and you need people and you've seen we're good people even if Rick has been going through stuff. Let Daryl help you. He's a good guy even if he's rough around the edges" you nodded then heard a noise coming from the bushes and glanced up to see two walkers. You passed Maggie one of your canteens "I got it"

The two of them watched you take out the walkers in tandem. When you reached for the canteen Maggie laughed "We really do need another woman in our group and I think you'd fit good"

You were sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hallway sewing up an old jacket you found in hopes it may fit Jonah well enough when you heard footsteps. You didn't even flinch because you knew them by now. It was Daryl.

You cut your eyes up when he came around the corner with a smile "Hey" he returned the smile before sitting down next to you "Hey" the two of you had somehow formed an easy friendship. He was nice and although short spoken he was easy to talk to. 

He watched you for a moment before saying "I talked to Rick again about you and your brother" as if on cue Jonah heard his voice and sat up in the bunk "Is Daryl here sistie?" Daryl grinned and turned around "Right here lil man. Now go to sleep like Y/N told you to and maybe I can talk her into letting you keep that slingshot"

You watched the two of them go back and forth for a moment with a smile on your face. Once Jonah was back asleep you leaned over against Daryl's shoulder "His name is Jonah" "What's that?" He asked cutting his eyes at you so you motioned back towards the bunk "My brother's name is Jonah" "That mean you trust me now?" He asked and you shrugged with a laugh "Yeah I do Dixon"

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The two of you ended up talking for the better part of an hour. When he stood to leave you heard another set of footsteps and froze. That wasn't Glenn, Maggie or Carol. Daryl quickly pushed you behind him turning to face the intruder and you probably would've preferred walkers to Rick's angry face "So this is where you've been coming?"

"Yeah I don't see the point of leaving Y/N and her brother to fend for themselves when we could pull them into our group" you cut your eyes at Daryl shocked to see the anger there shown towards one of his friends over you. "She's an outsider Daryl" he nodded "So we don't help people no more?"

You took enough of being talked around and slid around Daryl despite feeling his hand protectively on your lower back "Why are you against us so much Rick?" It was a simple question that seemed to take him back "I got a kid and a baby to protect on top of my group"

You laughed humorlessly "and I've got a kid to protect as well. Wouldn't you want another fighter in your group? Maggie, Glenn, Carol and Daryl. They all have gotten to know me. My brother...Jonah he's comfortable with them. I'd fight to protect your people that would fight to protect him. Why not give me a chance?" He looked from you to Daryl before sighing loudly "She shares your cell until we know she can be trusted" 

Daryl looked at you "That ok with you?" A few months back? The thought of Jonah sharing space with a man would've terrified you but sharing space with Daryl? Not so much. You nodded "I'll also help with guard shifts and anything else on one condition" Rick raised an eyebrow "Which is?" "I get to say told you so when you start to like me too" He laughed and it softened his features immensely.

He shook his head then looked at Daryl "I see why you like her"

You were curled up on the bunk next to Jonah who was fast asleep. A couple weeks had passed since you moved to the other side of the prison. It had been a bit of an adjustment but the group was welcoming.

You'd met Rick's son Carl, his daughter Judith along with Maggie's sister Beth and their father Hershel. Rick had softened after meeting Jonah then you knew he was won over when you managed to get Judith to sleep successfully two nights in a row for him. 

You could see the bond amongst the group and knew you'd found people for Jonah that if something did ever happen to you he wouldn't be alone. The feeling of someone adding a blanket over you pulled a smile to your face. 

You rolled over to see Daryl getting comfortable on his pallet "You know there's two bunks?" You whispered and he shook his head "Only reason I'm sleeping in this cage is cause Jonah asked me to. I'm good down here" you nodded "Thank you Daryl" "For what?" He asked and you rolled your eyes before saying "For helping me when no one else would. It's be a long time since I've felt Jonah was safe"

"You both are" he replied before slinging his arm over his eyes "Night" "Night" you watched him for a second before turning back over knowing his words were true. The world was different but you'd found your group and possibly more in the form of a blue eyed archer that was lying within arm reach from you. Who knows what the future would bring but you were no longer alone to face it.

@ellerelly

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Kinktober: Omegaverse

Pairing: Leon (Omega) X Trickster (Alpha)

Rating: 18+

Request: A poor anon who has been asking forever plz don't kills me. If I fucked up let me know I'll try to fix it xD

"The fucking Ormond realm again? Seriously?" Steve comments rubbing his temples looking to his teammates.

"If we get one more cold ass realm I'm going to start bringing keys, it's getting a little ridiculous at this point." Meg complains rubbing her arms.

"Right? Why not a nice beach?" Kate adds in regretting her choice of clothing. Leon shakes his head at the group heading straight to a generator to get to work. Everyone eventually scatters through the realm.

"Maybe the killers are taking a nap," he says, finishing work on one generator taking a moment to wipe some sweat from his forehead. That was odd, it was less than twenty degrees out here yet he felt oddly warm. The sound of a scream caught his attention back, sounds like the killer had caught someone.

He stands feeling a bit light headed, another scream as another teammate falls to the ground. That wasn't good at all. With Steve and Meg down, not to mention in the damn basement of all places it would take him, and Kate to save them. Hopefully he could land a flashbang if it was another basement camper. He keeps close to the wall unsure of who they were even facing yet. If it was Ghost's face he had to be extra careful not to get stalked.

Leon carefully moves again against the wall, the basement now in clear view. A familiar golden coat emerges hurrying back out to kick a generator. Trickster must have his usual perks on, that made this a bit more risky. Leon wipes another bit of sweat from his eye standing up to look in a broken mirror at himself for a second, what the hell was going on?

"You don't look so good.." Kate says, making the man jump in surprise. "Did you take your suppressants?" She asks.

"I thought I did that or maybe got a dud out of the batch."

"Think you will be able to hold out?"

"Yes, let's both just run in to save them before he comes back." Leon says feeling his vision getting odd again. His body was heating up quickly like a bad fever. The two take off as quickly as they could, running down into the basement for the rescue.

Trickster kicks another generator coughing from the smoke for a moment. Two catches, both on death hook so soon, this match was going perfectly. A scent drifts across his nostrils making a growl subconsciously leave his throat as he looks back to the basement hearing the survivors getting saved, but his interest wasn't really in them. It was from that delicious sweet smell that crossed him a moment ago sending his blood pumping. It felt like a fire was raging through his veins, building in his stomach, and going into his pelvis.

"How odd..I didn't think cycles could happen in the realm. Oh how exciting this is going to be." Trickster says spinning his bat around as he runs after them. He comes back right on time to see the two injured survivors running for it, and the two hero's behind them. He takes another deep breath, his attention turning to Leon. Not wanting him to get away, he quickly throws knives into the man's legs, sending him to the ground with the three survivors stopping, ready to make a save if possible.

Trickster looms over Leon with a hunger in his eyes, then looks over to Kate holding a flashlight at the ready with the other two injured survivors. He hums in thought for a second, he could make this work. "Let me keep this one, the rest of you can go for all I care." He says much to everyone's shock. Kate had a good idea why, making her reluctant to just do as he says. Leon grits his teeth in pain pulling the knives out of his legs looking at the group. If he just let himself be captured, they all could escape.

"I'm not very patient, choose wisely." Trickster adds preparing more knives in his hands.

"Just go! Do what he says get the gens done!" Leon says. Kate opens her mouth to argue, looking between him, and the Trickster. Eventually she caves, and leaves Leon to care for the other two survivors.

Trickster chuckles sitting on his knees looking at Leon closely, he was definitely the one giving off that sweet scent from earlier. Leon tries to scoot away, but Trickster stabs him in the side with a knife to keep him still. "Mmm I wasn't expecting anything like this, your scent is driving me insane so I'm going to give you two options. I'm going to take advantage of your heat to give myself some relief, in a way it's a relief for you as well. If you choose not to take care of this," he says pointing to the very obvious bulge in his pants. "I'll just hook you quickly, so that your scent isn't making me run around with an erection all match." He chuckles, setting the weapon over the back of his shoulders as he watches Leon for an answer.

Leon looks to the side to think. if he just let himself die on hook, nothing would guarantee he wouldn't kill the others quickly. If he stayed, he could possibly break the awful heat cycle and they would have time to get away. Unfortunately the second option seemed to be the way to go. Leon hisses, his fingers digging in the dirt as another wave of heat runs through him. "Fine, I'll do things your way, but this isn't going to be a habit if I forget my suppressants again." He says to make himself clear. Trickster just laughs, and hoists him over his shoulder heading upstairs to one of the more hidden back rooms.

He tosses Leon onto the old mattress leaning back against a window undoing the buckle on his bright pink pants, the tight underwear underneath surprisingly the same design. Leon watched, unable to look away as his body was demanding he get the attention of this alpha in front of him. Trickster gasps pulling the tight undergarments down revealing a long beautifully veined cock with a bright pink head dripping in anticipation with pre cum, and a set of full balls right below practically twitching. Leon caves into his instincts, he moves towards Trickster looking him in the eyes.

"Start sucking, I want to be nice and wet for when I fuck you." He says to Leon with a grin. Those yellow eyes looking at him in an oddly loving yet lustful manner. "Just know if you try anything stupid like biting me I will dissect you on the floor."

"I get it, just keep your word on letting them go-" he goes to say but Trickster grows annoyed, and yanks him by the collar forward to push the head of his cock in Leon's mouth.

"I thought I told you to start sucking~" He says, keeping a hand on the back of Leon's head to start the motion. Leon was caught off guard, and placed his hands on Trickster's legs. Leon followed the command sucking on his cock, it was warm, a bit salty, yet it was a delicious sensation that drove his body mad for more. Trickster lightly moaned, helping guide Leon's head on, and off his cock as it slid between his lips and onto his tongue.

"Mmm just like that, oh you're really good at this you've definitely done this before. How is it? I bet it's an amazing experience to suck on me, the great Ji Woon Jak!" He says moving his hips. Trickster holds Leon's head with his hands, and begins to fuck his mouth violently. Leon's face pressed to his pelvis, cock buried in his throat as he uses Leon like a toy. Leon did his best not to gag, sucking, and gliding his tongue along his length.

"I can feel the head of his cock sliding down the back of my throat, what's wrong with me? I don't want to stop. I need more of his cock." He thinks internally, it was getting harder to breathe.

Trickster noticed him seemingly struggling too much, and reluctantly yanked his cock from his throat for a moment as Leon coughed to catch his breath before sticking it back in his mouth. This time a lot less violently. Leon goes back to work bobbing his head on the idol, making sure to coat every inch of flesh in wet saliva. His tongue slipped into the slit on the head making Trickster gasp.

"Sorry, I've been a bit.. frustrated as of late. Normally Nea let's me fuck her mouth, and holes to get hatch, lately I haven't gotten to see her so I'm a little bit pent up." He says pushing himself down into Leon's throat again holding him in place for a few seconds before pulling his cock all the way back out of his mouth. Leon moves to put him back in his mouth only for Trickster to stop him with a fit of laughter.

"Hungry for me now? Sorry if I knot your throat you'll definitely die, the real fun hasn't even started yet." He says grabbing Leon a bit more gently this time to plop him back on the mattress for a moment.

"Well? Strip down unless you want me to cut them off for you~" he winks carefully hanging up his beautiful coat on the window ledge. Leon watched the idol for a moment before following the orders given, setting his clothes off to the side. He felt a bit self conscious as Trickster paced around him, examining every inch of him. Trickster licks his red lips, and Leon decides to stand up, he never noticed how short the idol was compared to the other monsters here. The heat coming off both their bodies drives the other mad. Leon was unable to help himself, throwing himself against the idol pressing his own desperate erection against Tricksters.

"I can't..I can't take it anymore please." He says grinding his cock against Ji Woons. The idol lets him rub against his body enjoying the sight of someone needing him oh so desperately. Leon was practically thrusting his cock into Tricksters with his arms wrapped tightly around the alpha. Normally Ji Woon enjoyed complete control, but this felt really damn good plus the whimpers from Leon only made him harder.

"Close.." Leon moaned, pressing his hips harder into his, making his cock glide along Ji Woons long, and slow. Ji Woon chuckled, licking some blood off a knife wound around Leon's neck.

"Enough, let go and turn around with your ass in the air for me." Ji Woon says, but Leon doesn't seem to listen. The grinding gets rougher, Leon's moans louder, as he tightens his legs and arms around the man desperate to cum. Ji Woon growled trying to push him off, he didn't like this disobedience, but the squirming only urged Leon on until it was too late.

Trickster gave an unimpressed sigh fixing his messy bangs looking down at the cum soaking the both of them. Such little self control, but who could blame him? No one could resist the chance to fuck such a famous idol. With Leon panting, Trickster quickly pushes him to the floor, flipping him to lay on his stomach. Leon bent over, finally caving to the orders given.

"You rubbed all the spit off, but I suppose your cum will work as a good lubricant." Trickster says trying to control himself as he kneeled down behind him teasing Leon's ass with the head of his cock. Leon said nothing, still trying to catch his breath. "Don't be nervous, I've done this plenty of times for you horny little whores who can't stay away from me." He says satisfied with how he was lined up.

Leon whimpered, unable to speak, if he did what would he even say? He braced himself, feeling Ji Woon begin to enter him slowly, pushing his inner walls apart to make room. He thought it would have been painful, instead it was easing the growing fire in his body. "So tight still, it's like your body is gripping me." He says pushing himself a bit further, making Leon grip whatever he could on the floor.

Trickster starts out slow, as badly as he wanted him to, he didn't want to turn Leon inside out. Once Leon pushed back against him, he knew it was time to pick up the pace. It didn't take too long before the two were ready to each orgasm again, the sound of the gates being powered went off, and Leon knew he made the right choice for more reasons than one.

"Are you ready for me, little omega?" Trickster says in a sultry tone. His teeth came down to bite onto Leon's neck, making him yell a bit as Trickster began to pound him from behind, each thrust going deeper than the last until he couldn't move anymore. Trickster grunted a few times, his teeth biting down harder each time. Leon didn't know how to feel, the rush of cum filling him up gave him many emotions, but most importantly relief as he hit his own orgasm. Moments of silence passed, and Trickster got up carefully to sit against the wall keeping Leon against him.

"If you try to rip me out it's not going to be pleasant for either of us, just be patient~" he says, laying his head back against the wall. Leon was surprised at how gentle he had been, knowing how much Trickster enjoyed the screams of his victims, but maybe he craved intimacy just like anyone else.

"Not..not that it's any of my business, but that's how she always escapes from you?" Leon asks.

"Yes, a favor for favors, nothing says I can't have my own fun. Just don't tell the other killers." Leon shakes his head in disbelief.

Later that evening Leon spotted a certain survivor at the fire alone, and decided to poke some fun. "Ran into your boyfriend today, says he misses you." Leon says. Nea shoots him a glare looking like she was going to kill him.

"Seems you had some fun too, I take it the suppressants didn't work?" She asks.

"No they didn't, you should make sure you do your meetups because he broke my back."

"Listen, wraith has much better aftercare plus I hate coming back needing to hide all the hickeys." She says motioning to her neck, in the spot where Leon had his. He sighed pulling his short up hoping nobody else saw it.

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|ROMAN REIGNS & SASHA BANKS|

✨THE STORYLINE; SHORT STORY ✨

Bio; Since WWE may or may not give us the Roman and Sasha interaction some of us want, I decided to write a little short story of how I sort of envisioned it going. This story will have three parts to it, hopefully you guys like it enough so I'll continue it! Feedback would be great. I also got a little inspiration from @haharollins someone had asked her to write a quick storyline between them and she wrote down a lot of great ideas I loved. Also @moxley-leakee from the head cannons she write. :)

Cast; Roman Reigns/Sasha Banks/Jey Uso etc. Everyone who has basically been involved with them as of late and a little bit of last year.

Warnings; Reminder, this is just a made up storyline! It has a bit of a romantic angle to it as well but this is not to disrespect their spouses in anyway, this is just for fun. If you don't really care for them to have that type of interaction, then this isn't the type of story for you. No sexual content involved either, just a regular storyline between the two.

|PART ONE|

November 13, 2020

Survivor Series was slowly approaching. The faces of SmackDown knew what was coming their way; Roman would be facing Drew McIntyre, and Sasha would be facing Asuka. However, the sudden, yet "untouchable" thorn in Sasha's side had attacked her after successfully retaining her championship against Bayley. Carmella's eyes were on the title, and even though Sasha was aware after last week, she had no idea who else's eyes were on her.

Earlier tonight, Roman had an intense interaction with Drew. During that time, Jey had gotten involved, and entered himself in a match with him. Roman was furious, and after scolding Jey at the top of his lungs, he had trouble calming down for the rest of the night. He stayed in his private locker room for a minute before deciding to take a walk in the hallway on his own to think. The camera's were on him, watching his every move. Roman stared at the ground as he walked in deep thought until he came across the television that was on the wall, and the blue-haired woman had caught his attention.

Sasha wore a cheetah print body suit that had blue accents all over it, and it hugged her body like a glove. Her blue hair beautifully cascaded down her back, while the women's title sparkled on her shoulder. As she continued to gloat into the microphone, Roman couldn't help but smirk to himself. He crossed his arms and licked his lips, taking notice of how gorgeous she looked. Roman always had a soft spot of Sasha; He always admired how confident she was, and she was one hell of a woman to him. Sasha had it all, and she was not the same girl he had tag-teamed with four years ago. He never would've thought that there would be a day they would be champions at the same time, but he never complained. If he could have it his way, he would keep it this way; It wasn't like he was going to lose his title anytime soon, and neither was she. Roman knew he was the best of the best, including her. He believed in her.

All of a sudden, Bayley's theme had interuppted Sasha. When Sasha wasn't looking, out of nowhere, Carmella had turned her around and super-kicked her in the face. Roman's smirk fell from his face and a slightly angered expression appeared as Carmella continued to beat her down. Carmella stood tall against Sasha; The camera switched back onto him and Roman sighed, looking away from the TV briefly.

"And there's the Universal Champion--Wait, What is he doing?" Michael Cole confusingly questioned into his headset.

"I don't know, Cole." Corey Graves replied, confused as well.

Roman's eyes wondered around in thought until he got a bright idea. He slowly looked back at the screen, watching Carmella leave Sasha alone in the ring. He unfolded his arms, biting his lip from holding back a smile, then he walked away from the television.

The cameras switched back onto Michael Cole and Corey Graves, and they stared at each other with a weird look. Then they looked back at the camera.

"It looks like the Universal Champion, Roman Reigns has something up his sleeve for the Women's Champion, Sasha Banks?" Michael Cole in a curious tone,

"Am I the only one that's still confused?" Corey Graves adds, "What is he thinking? And why would he want to have anything to do with Sasha?"

Michael Cole shrugs, "I guess we're going to have to find out next week." Then they moved on to talk about the other matches and segments.

November 20th, 2020

After getting attacked by Carmella, for the hundredth time, the boss finally began to feel defeated; This wasn't like her at all, and she was so confused. She was humiliated week after week, and now she was taken down in front of Asuka right before Survivor Series. What if the locker room thought she was weak? Or that her title reign would be shorter than all of her others combined? She was the boss but it didn't feel like it at the moment to her. She wondered if Carmella came to her like a real woman, then this would've went differently--but, it was clear that she had time and time again to put a stop to her surprises, and she didn't. Sasha knew that Carmella was after her, but she didn't have confidence in herself that she would be victorious in this fued when it was over.

The camera shot was back on the Women's Champion after Roman and Drew's contract signing was over. She said in the trainer's office, sitting down with her title lying next her. Her head was laid against wall in pain, and the trainer gave her an ice pack to put on her head for the time being. She sighed, quietly thanking him. Then, without a knock, the door opened. It revealed the Universal Champion along with his special counsel and his cousin, Jey Uso.

The two made eye contact with each other in an instant, and silence lingered in the room. Sasha slowly brought the ice pack down from her head, and she experienced a tingly feeling in her stomach. Despite her hidden enjoyment of seeing the Samoan, her eyebrows furrowed a little bit; What brought him here? The pair hadn't interacted in a long time. Not intentionally either, but time passed and they of course went their own separate ways after they had last been together. It might've been awhile, but the chemistry was still there. It never left; It was more than evident at this moment. Even though they knew each other, they were two totally different people than they were four years ago.

Roman switched his attention onto the trainer, giving him an intense expression before looking straight ahead, "Paul.." He said in an awaiting tone. Sasha looked between Paul, Jey, and the trainer. Paul nodded his head politely, signaling Jey and waved his hand over at the trainer to leave the room. The trainer nervously exited the room in fear, Paul and Jey followed behind him, closing the door shut. Roman and Sasha were left alone. Not being able to hold his gaze any longer, she looked down embarrassingly. He probably saw what happened, she thought.

Roman walked further in the room an stopped in front of her, but not too close to where it would make her uncomfortable, "May I?" He asked calmly, and his deep voice made her even more nervous by the second. She nodded, refusing to look at him still.

The head of the table set his title down onto the seat not too far away from him, and sat down next to the beaten up woman. He closed his hands together, resting his arms on his knees and he turned his head to look at Sasha, "I've been in your shoes."

Sasha played with her fingers while she listened to him speak. Normally, she probably would've had a rebuttal, but she felt so broken down that she had no choice but to stay quiet. Roman's attention stayed solely on her as he continued, "I can read you like an open book, Sasha. I know you."

His words replayed in her head like a broken record player; It struck a cord within her and she felt lost. What did he mean by that? What was he implying?

She finally stopped playing with her fingers and their eyes met. Roman could see the sudden confusion yet sadness right through her, which made him even more determined to get his point across.

"I know you've been beating yourself up, and I know that you've been doubting yourself, but this isn't you." Roman paused, "I know what you're going through. I've been through it all, seen it all, and heard it all. I know that people have been tearing you down for being champion; Bayley has said countless times how much you don't deserve it, and Carmella hasn't wasted any time in making sure that you lose your title. But who gives a damn about what they think? Or what they want?"

Sasha's confused facial expression turns into a softer one as she listens to what he's saying. She took in everything, paying close attention.

"The boss I remember, would prove everyone wrong regardless of the hate. You're stronger, bigger and better than any of those people. None of these women can hold a candle to you, and that's exactly why you're champion, because you're the best. You make the title, the title didn't make you. You've come so far and busted your ass for this company way too hard for Carmella, Bayley, or anyone else to take that away. Make them understand who runs this division."

Sasha realized that he was completely right. During this time, she cared way too much about what other people thought which led her to become an easy target, and the boss was never an easy target. If she was, she wouldn't be where she is right now. She had finally remembered who she was, and what she stood for, and no one was going to take that away from her. Sasha softly smiled a little bit, and nodded, understanding where he was coming from.

Roman recognized the smile on her face; It ended up making him grin a tiny bit, and he felt butterflies in his stomach which was a feeling that was mutual to Sasha as well. He gently patted her knee, getting up from his seat and slid his championship on his shoulder. Before he left, he looked down at her one last time and said truthfully, "I believe in you."

Sasha and Roman exchanged looks of admiration before he left the room, leaving her on her own. She smirked shyly, looking down at her lap. Soon enough, SmackDown went off air.

November 22, 2020

The score was so far 2-1 between Raw and SmackDown. The Raw men had successfully beaten the SmackDown men; The Street Profits beat the New Day and Bobby Lashley had beaten Sami Zayn. So far, it wasn't looking good for SmackDown. However, Sasha was determined to make the score even and hopefully Roman and the SmackDown women would be the ones to take it home.

Currently, Sasha was in a match with Asuka. The match was very intense, and it had everyone who was watching on their toes. No one was sure who would win since it was close. Sasha was close to winning multiple times, but it wasn't enough to defeat Asuka.

Asuka kicked Sasha in the chest, knocking her down roughly. When the opportunity was present, Asuka went for her finisher but when she least expected it, Sasha caught her right in the middle of it and kept her shoulders down long enough so she could successfully win the match. Sasha let go of the empress and took a deep breath while there was shock written all over Asuka's face.

"The boss has beaten the empress!" Michael Cole exclaimed. A wide smile grew on Sasha's face and she punched the air in happiness.

"And you're winner, The SmackDown Women's Champion, Sasha Banks!" The ring announcer says with his chest. The ring announcer gives Sasha her title, and helps her up so he could raise her hand. Sasha smiled brightly, feeling over the moon proud of herself that she had won.

A backstage camera showed a shot of Roman and Paul watching her victory from his locker room. He smirked, feeling just as proud. Roman turned his head to look at Paul, and he gave him a look of approval before they both turned their attention back on the screen before he started to prepare for his match with Drew later that night.

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Even though the score between Raw and SmackDown was now 3-2, Roman still brought it home for SmackDown and won against Drew McIntyre. After the low blow Roman had given Drew, Jey still came to Roman's aid to sneak a kick at Drew's face so it could put him down for the count for good. After Roman squeezed Drew in his submission, another referee had come out to declare the match. He had proven to Drew, and everyone else, that he was the champion.

As Roman walked out of the ring and up the ramp, he noticed Jey at the top, cheering him on even though he ordered him to leave the building after losing his match against Raw. Once he reaches the top, Jey and himself stare at each other. Jey looks at him nervously, wondering if he'll get angry meanwhile Roman decides to let it slide for the night, and let the consequences come later. He nods, opening his arm up so he could hug him and Jey doesn't hesitate to hold him tight.

When they pull away from the hug, Sasha's theme music plays, surprising everyone who was at the announce table and through the screen virtually.

"Is that who I think it is?" Corey Graves questions.

"It's Sasha Banks!" Michael Cole says in a excited yet confused tone, once again.

"What the hell is she doing?" Samoa Joe asked at the announce table.

As Sasha walked out from the gorilla with the title wrapped around her waist, Paul and Jey turned around to look at her. Paul proudly smiled at her, giving her the nod of approval while Jey wasted no time in clapping, hyping her up from her win earlier tonight. Sasha softly grinned at the both of them, and instead of dancing her way out like she usually does, she walked out more calmly since she was coming out to congratulate Roman, along with showing appreciation to him after encouraging her.

Roman didn't turn around right away, but couldn't help but smirk at the sound of her music. He licked his lips, and turned around to see her approaching him. She stood right next to him, and a small smile grew across her face as he looked down at her, admiring her beauty. He couldn't of been more proud of her. Roman switched his title onto his other hand, and held his hand out to her. Sasha looked down at his hand, and gently took a hold of it. Roman brought her hand to his lips, kissing the top of it softly before saying, "I told you, you could do it."

Sasha swooned on the inside by his sweet gesture, and she lightly blushed while she stared at her tribal chief, "It was all you."

Roman gave her hand a soft squeeze in reaction of her reply, winking at her and his strong--tattoed arm brought her into his side. Jey stood close to Roman while Paul watched in amazment. Meanwhile, Drew sat in the ring, looking at Roman and Sasha with a lost facial expression on his face.

Roman looked down at his title in his hand and said, "This is ours, and this stays with us for the near future. We'll take down what we want to." Then he raises his title above his head proudly, and Jey wraps his arm around Roman's shoulder. Roman looks down at me, and nods, signaling me to do the same. Sasha unbuckles her title from her waist, and holds her title above her head as well as Roman's theme music cues shortly after.

"Wait, does this mean that the head of the table has formed an alliance with the boss?" Michael Cole says in a surprised tone.

"This should be good." Samoa Joe adds, speaking what everyone else might've been thinking. After a lingering silence from the announce table, the program cuts to commerical.

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[lovingthereign25]

The Chase

Part 12

*May 2020*

Today was your gender reveal, and your husband's birthday. Life in quarantine was different but add a pregnancy to it and it was definitely stressful. So your sister along with help from Roman's sister's planned a socially distanced gender reveal which was great and exciting. You were team boy Roman was team girl which is completely the opposite for you.

"I really think it's a girl Y/n" Trin smiles

" Think that's all y'all make she laughs

"I'm telling you, this pregnancy is completely different than the girls I know it's a boy"

"Well let's light these fireworks off and find out" Roman says

Moments later Jey lights the fireworks off on the panel…..all them lighting up the sky in…... BLUE!

"It's a boy'' Patricia yells

"I'm having a boy" I smile tears filling my eyes

"Another boy…. I'm in trouble" Roman laughs.

*Summerslam 2020*

Tonight Roman was finally making his long awaited come back after taking time off missing Wrestlemania all due to the Coronavirus, doing what was best for your family in his eyes being that you were pregnant, he had just had his own health scare, and you had small children. But tonight his surprise come back. You were now 8 almost 9 months pregnant sitting in the back watching your husband take out the fiend and Braun Strowman. God it was great seeing him in the ring again, he had worked so hard in your home gym , eating healthy and working out more than he already did. You always loved his body but now even more that he was 100 percent comfortable in it. He walked backstage and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You looked incredible back in your ring baby" you say kissing him

"Thank you babe, it felt great being back on action" he smiles

After once again everyone congratulating you and Roman on the new baby you head home.

*October 8 2020*

"Push baby come on you got this, you're doing so good baby, our son is almost here!" Roman smiles holding your hand

"One more Y/n" the doctor says

You push your hardest one yet, hearing the sweet sound of your son's cry

"He's here! You did it baby girl we have a son" Roman smiles kissing your head tears in his eyes.

"I wanna see him" you say softly

The nurse hands Roman your son and Roman passes him to you.

"Here you go baby, meet our son" he smiles

He was perfect, and maybe you were slightly biased being that he was your son but he was definitely perfect. He looked just like Roman but he had your eyes

"Hi baby, such a perfect little boy, Momma loves you so much" you coo kissing his little cheek.

"We make some good looking kids huh?" Roman smirks

"We really do...your brothers and sisters are gonna love you Matteo." You smile

"Matteo Gabriel Reigns" Roman repeats the name you both had picked for your son.

"The perfect addition to our little tribe" you joke

" Indeed he is," he smiles.

*Survivor Series 2020*

After watching Roman beat Drew tonight you were completely turned on...to be honest everything Roman did as a heel turned you on. You've been counting down the six weeks since you have given birth to Matteo since the day you left the hospital. Thank goodness it was finally here. You're parents had taken the kids for the night, so that meant as soon as you both for home he was all yours, and you were more than ready for a very long night.

Roman was packing up the car with his bags you come behind him wrapping your arms around him

"I'm so proud of you honey, you are so amazing at what you do" you smile kissing his neck slipping your hand down his sweats

"Thank you baby, christ Y/n what has gotten into you" he groans

"Hopefully you tonight" I whisper lightly biting his ear

"Have a good night you guys, tell the little ones I'll see them soon" you hear Paul say from behind you and Roman you quickly remove your hand waving to Paul.

"Will do " you smile

"Get in the car now" Roman growls

You do as you're told getting into the passenger seat.

Roman begins the drive and you try to keep your mind off the dirty thing you wanna do to him and want him to do to you

"How's your back feeling?" You ask knowing his took a few bad hits

"Fine" he says

" I can give you a massage when we get home if you'd like Daddy" you say

"Y/n, I know exactly what you are doing, and I'm telling you right now, stop, your not completely healed from Matteo and fertile and damn Y/n if you want another baby right back to back then keep it up cause woman I could kiss you and you'd get pregnant" he say

"Ro, it's been over six weeks, and I'm fine with having another baby if you give me one, as long as you destroy me in the process" you say.

"Fuck it's so sexy hearing you talk like that, get in the back I'm pulling over" he says

You climb in the back seat, removing your panties in the process, Roman pulls over shutting the car off locking the doors before joining you on the back seat

"On you belly" he snaps

You do so

Roman takes himself out of his sweats, not giving you warning just thrusting into you

"Fuck" you pant

"Take it….you wanted to be destroyed right?" He asks slapping your ass

"Yea" you whisper

"I can't hear you" he says slapping your ass again

"Yes" you moan

"Yes what? He asks thrusting deeper, hitting the right spot repeatedly.

"Yes Daddy" you moan out feeling your climax getting closer and closer by the second

"That's right baby, good job taking me so well" he praised

"Mmmm….Roman" you moan

“You gonna cum?” He rubs your clit in circles and you feel your stomach begin to tighten.

“Tell me I'm your Tribal chief baby then cum all over my cock" he says.

"Shit... You're my Tribal Chief" you nearly scream.

And you cum. You feel his other hand close around your neck and you let out a whimper as you cum, and his thrusts begin to get sloppy as you feel him cum inside you.

It’s warm, and you can feel some of his cum dripping to the insides of your thighs as he pulls out, and gives the back of your neck one last kiss before pulling out.

" I love you" he smiles

"And I love you" you say kissing him.

[rexena13]

The 2021 spawn is back in the 20gal

One morning about a week ago Din got all pint and veiny so I immediately took the spawn out of the 180 gal. They've received antibiotics but lost complete control of their swim blasters....

It took several days and constant water changes but Din and Junebug made it. Kirri did not...

The two still seem to have some difficulties but are improving. They're done their antibiotics and now have salt and roobios tea tannins. The salt with kill any lingering bacteria or secondary fungus while the tannins will help them heal as well as give them a healthy slime coat.

On a lighter note this bumbly baby is Yasha. She was one of the few survivors of a horrible shipment at my LFS and sense I was already treating for disease I took this fry home. She had the antibiotic treatment and the salt and tannins, she's looking much better and is eating. Hopefully soon Yasha, Din and Junebug can go back to the 180 gal. Though I'll be sure to make some changes to make their lives easier.