#juggernaut fire force

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the sound design

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I think it would be funny if takeru noto from fire force walked around with a vibrator on getting tortured by y/n

(sorry I'm a terrible writer and a bit dyslexia so it's not good at all)

He found this whole thing incredibly embarrassing walking around like this not sure when you'd hit the control and what if somone noticed! Was all he could think but it would be damn near impossible I mean have you Seen how many layers of clothes this man wears? It's hard to even tell he's lanky so who's gonna notice he'd getting tortured with a vibrator!

Your not a monster though as much as you'd like to let your hand touch the buttons when he's talking to someone you know he'd get so fucking embarrassed it wouldn't be worth it besides you don't want caught either. You just want to see how long it takes before he finally sneaks off to get it off and himself. Moment he wasn't doing somthing important you'd hit the button it was so cute to see him go red and glare at you what a sight. His usual squinted eyes turned into a flustered glare you absolutely loved it. Let's just hope this doesn't bite you in the ass later on.

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Baby gurls 💕

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Lil Gnome boy pic

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[maguro13-2]

Death Vengeance ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 3 Pt.10 ~

Shinra : Iris...Come back to me, Iris! Why would anyone do this to you!? Oh my beloved Iris!

Homura Akemi (?) : Give up, devil of this new world. Your influence of this stupid universe serves me no purpose for being a hero. It's time that I am putting an end to this influence of yours. You manage to create a world without the despair, the despair that is the key to opening darkness. Your Heroism and Influence will be the death of everything that I did, and I manage to kill everyone and everything that you knew and loved, including the girl that she loves you. Now you'll be getting the despair that you desperate needed. If this new world that you created will spread the influence you caused, then I'll make sure that the heartless mastermind Demon Vibe will show you the true meaning of pain and suffering.

Shinra : [chuckles] That's what you think of, I created a son of my own and named him "Death", and he will be the God of this new world that I created, just foreshadow the plot of how the new world of mine will be looking like this in a long distant future...the future of the Ohkuboverse. And you'll never know that the truth about the Ohkuboverse's existence would eventually go start to finish, the chronological order maybe desperate, but I'm still the hero, and you are a villain that ransacked my life, and killing my beloved Iris, she was the only thing I knew for my family, and now she's dead, dead because of you! I won't forgive you for this! So hear me this.... I decided that I have my plans to give you a sweet taste of justice and revenge once I gathered all Seven lights from Kingdom Hearts, and after I unlock this power to bring hope to the Ohkuboverse, it will be the death for Demon Vibe to taste this power! And there's nothing that you can do single thing about it, you're about to make me go apeshit on your sorry little butt!

Time Eater (as Homura Akemi) : Lucky Devil. You got some set of balls. So how about that it's time that I'm giving you a demonstration to destroy the Ohkuboverse, half of it. I'm going to put you on Execution and you will be the very last of your own. In fact, [Her voice shifts into Time Eater] Don't ever show your face in the Ohkuboverse ever again. It be the day that you will ever draw your last breath.

Shinra : .....

Time Eater (as Homura Akemi) : Well, are you going to say anything? Answer my tone! (Shinra gets up)

Shinra : The New World I created will be the death of you and, you will die for giving me the loss and despair I confess. And you will be the last for this.

[Gun Cocks]

Time Eater (As Homura Akemi) : You first, you twit.

[Shadow SFX : Gun Shot]

"In the real world..2011."

[Emmitsburg - Frederick County, Maryland]

[Moped Running]

Tamaki Kotatsu (at age 13) : So much effort for getting me back into my hometown. But I definitely heard that the incident in Tokyo took place about 6 years ago. Rumors to tell that the mysterious creature made of ink had several attacks were involved of several incidents in Tokyo, America, and the rest of the world. Now I understand how the author of Soul World is making a big deal with this Soul Eater stuff coming into head and I'm the lucky girl that does not to get involved with. [she arrives at her house] well, here I am. Home sweet home.

"This girl living in the American state of Maryland, is named Tamaki Kotatsu. A Japanese-American citizen who lives in a Maryland town near Gettysburg with her roommate and Ex Military Academy graduate Juggernaut, the one from Japan and was mistaken for a supervillain. Abandoned at age 4 and was adopted by nuns and firemen, Tamaki herself never returned to Tokyo and never got to go to a Japanese school. She spent her days and years as a sister at the National Shrine of St Ann Elizabeth Seton, devoting herself to sister training and Sunday services to worship with children and families. But oddly enough on her 13th birthday, she revealed that she caused a silo explosion on a Maryland farm by reawakening...her pyrokinetic powers."

Tamaki Kotatsu : [enters the house] Hey, Juggernaut, I'm back.

Juggernaut : Oh, Tamaki, you're back from the shrine.

Tamaki Kotatsu : Yeah, I just got off from Sunday school, it was a rough time for the students. Plus, I gave bad students a piece of his mind, good old fashion punishment.

Juggernaut : You love punishing bad people, don't ya?

Tamaki Kotatsu : I even have a teaching agree since I learned give glory to God. But right now, I'm finally going to have my dedication to study even more, I've learned history, geography, science, religion, and of course, Fire Safety.

Tamaki Kotatsu : Which you got yourself a deal, since being abandoned at age 4, I've even regret myself and devoted of becoming a sister, it's not like that in many years since half of the Ohkuboverse was destroyed by that time-traveling entity that killed both Shinra and Iris. It was like that thing the Time Eater destroyer half of it, erasing everything in it's path, making to a believe that the Men of Shinra's Influence did not make sense that they would have all the nerves to keep everything in secrecies till Majo Detectives were to able to find the truth that Shinra created the New World in the Ohkuboverse.

Juggernaut : That's kinda messed up, although we did ended up at the same state as we do, I know that your real parents abandoned you and was founded by Nuns and firemen, so they made you this way and became the very someone that you know today. And in 4 years, you and I will able to move back to Japan, to become heroes that fight against fire monsters! Heck, that I was barely even to join the military before joining a fire company or a brigade.

Tamaki Kotatsu : I'll be happy to fill that in, but all of that will be foreshadowed. But what I do know is that satellites confirmed that the involvements of the legacy that Shinra created are drawing more heartlesses in with inter-related crimes! Gotta remember that Shinra Soul World and he is responsible for the creation of Lord Death entity.

Juggernaut : That's wonderful news, I hope nothing will go down bad in Maryland today. Don't know what the big fuzzes is about. [hears a man talking on the radio] Hey, Tamaki. Listen to this!

News Anchor (via radio) : If you ever live outside the country or state, then be on the lookout for Inky Albarn, an evil demon who disguised herself as the renowned Shounen Protagonist of Japanese manga hit series Soul Eater. Who is about to go on a demonic rampage that is responsible for the attacks of Nintendo, and for attempted seccond-degree woman slaughter of Japanese foreign exchange student Tsugumi Harudori. The demon was fleeing the scene destroying the guard robots that was blocking the path.

[Mistery - Seirou Okamoto]

Juggernaut : Oh no! This is bad! Ever since that Heartless Demon Vibe has ransacked Shinra's Old World 1000 years ago, things like this in the real world are starting to go bad. Maka Albarn being a renegading traitor to America?

News Anchor (via radio) : According to eye witness, the suspect is on the lookout for the members of the Kusakabe Family, Asura and Death the Kid. Who were having a connection betweeen two brothers...

Tamaki Kotatsu : Death the Kid? as in "Death Kusakabe Jr"? Isn't that the person that was modeled after Shinra? An image of another hero?

Juggernaut : Could be.

Tamaki Kotatsu : Oh man, this is bad! If the Men of his crappy influence would never hid the truth from us, we would able to make anyone see the truth that this was all Shinra's idea to create Soul World, it's that darn heartless entity that was trying to become a sociopathic genocider and I bet that my Pyrokinesis powers came from it. I believe it was a heartless named Demon Vibe and it's going to be the death of us and this planet as well. Think of someone, the guys of Company 8, everyone I knew, and that Assault person.

Juggernaut : Isn't Assault, the ex-Knight of the Ashen Flame member that is your stalker? [Cartoon SFX : CRASH!]

Tamaki Kotatsu : Oh right. I forgot about my stalker.

Juggernaut : Can't say that how we manage to put our efforts that we may return to Tokyo. What's like that for something that really matters?

Tamaki Kotatsu : 1000 years in the Ohkuboverse, man. 1000 years in the Ohkuboverse.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Tamaki Kotatsu : Huh? Who could that be on the front door? I bet it's one of the sisters that knows about the 13th Birthday. [walks to the door and opens it] Hello, sister. Sorry to disappoint you, but It's not really my...

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : Hello, Tamaki. We meet again after all these years.

Tamaki Kotatsu : No way, it can't be. It's you! [she sees Shinra (the Devil Chaos Chao) in his Dark Chao Walker) Shinra!

Juggernaut : Oh man! Shinra, is that really you after 1000 years in the Ohkuboverse?

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : That's right, you fools! Remember me that I accidentally touched your body? That was a long time ago before I created my man-made son Death and Soul World itself. Back where everything started, let's just say how do we manage to return ourselves with glory and respect to each other. Sounds like a plan for all of us. Don't say I warn ya that my family is in deep sh*t and I'm just sitting my ass in that cute and cuddlesome world they call it Chao.

Tamaki Kotatsu : Woah, sorry. Heh heh, you actually got the wrong girl, I'm not really the same Tamaki person and...

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : Your ID tells you, that you still work for me, Fire Force Company 8, you'd be remembering that after Captain Burns suspended you from your old one! If you really lived in the real world, then it must be your coding for Fire Soldiers that you still have Company 8 IDs. [Scans on Tamaki to reveal her Fire Force ID] So now what we really understand, Tamaki? The author of Soul World lied to get rid of you when he foreshadowed of him being a sexist to you, so don't get the wrong ideas in that head of his. Anyone despises you for being bullied, this is the real reason that I slam on Puritans for speaking heresy, and that's a sin!

Tamaki Kotatsu : How on earth that I worked for Fire Force Company 8 1000 years in the Ohkuboverse?

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : The reason you joined our company 8 that we foreshadowed you, because you've been working with a renegade named Rekka. Who he worked for Company 1 until we realized that he was a complete renegade, a traitor and a charlatan, and now people saying that they want you back...as a friend...and as a hero. Do you believe me?

Tamaki Kotatsu : Yes....Yes I will! Ever since I met you as a rookie, you're still the same Shinra as we all know!

[Advent of Stray Idola - Kenichi Tokoi]

Juggernaut : Yeah! And I'm the same Juggernaut that worked for Fire Force for way too long, after all, you are the creator of Soul World!

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : That's right! And I needed someone for my reunion to bring Fire Force back to Firefighting service, although Fire Force may have been gone for a long time, but right now it has been foreshadowed by the author. We're dealing a major threat for the real world, my grandson. Calling him Kishin was only a coin used by the Demon Kings to set the whole universe up, and I needed someone that can use the power of calmness. If we can use the power of Calmness on my Grandson, we can stop the power that he was abusing. My man-made son had been nothing more than a fool to cover up the truth. So, are you guys with me?

Tamaki Kotatsu : Yeah! You're right, Shinra! Ever since we met as Fire Soldiers and heroes, we used to Battle the fire demons that Demon Vibe controlling, and I revealed that Pyrokinesis from a type of Keyblade magic called Firaga, believing that the Ohkuboverse had some connection with the Kingdom Hearts universe! But if we don't save the real world, the whole planet will be sucked into the darkness as well!

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : That's the spirit, Tamaki! Now then, let's get back to business! Now or never! (fist bumps Tamaki)

Tamaki Kotatsu : Good to have you back, Kusakabe-Kun!

~ Forty-Second Scene : Enter Tamaki Kotatsu ~

[tobiasdrake]

Fun Fact: As Saiyans go, Raditz isn't just weak; He's a talentless hack. Nappa is much more talented at martial arts, but his skills are undermined by him being a complete fucking moron.

Raditz is our introduction to the particularities of the Planet Trade Organization - or, well, the Saiyans since the PTO didn't quite exist as a concept yet when he showed up.

Toriyama only came up with the PTO later in the arc. It's honestly kind of funny; Vegeta's referred to as the "Strongest in the Universe" a couple times in this arc because the idea for Frieza doesn't exist yet. The original plan was that the Saiyan race are the ones doing planet gentrification on their own initiative, but they were almost all wiped out by a meteor so if we take out Strongest in the Universe Vegeta, we'll put an end to it.

So all this stuff like the spaceship pods and Scouters that was original Saiyan equipment and methodology got retooled into being PTO equipment and methodology.

But I digress. We meet Raditz and he's unlike anyone we've seen before. He immediately starts shit with Piccolo because they're both assholes, and we see how he operates.

He has a little doodad that reads off someone's "Battle Power" into a flat, easily digestible number that even a child could understand. This is the industrialization of martial arts, simplifying it into something that can be replicated and mass-produced.

It's the difference between teaching swordsmanship lessons in your dojo versus handing someone an AK-47 and telling them to go shoot the enemy.

This is the key distinction between the Saiyans and Earthlings, that made Goku - A Saiyan raised on Earth engulfed by their martial arts philosophy - so formidable. The Saiyans and by extension Planet Trade's culture is built on capitalist efficiency. Their warriors are carefully measured, analyzed, and matched with suitable challenges. They aren't trained. In fact, Vegeta scoffs at the idea of it.

They're battle-hardened.

They measure their fighters and quantify their abilities into a number, then select the right target that matches that number. Those warriors become stronger through fire and frenzy, rather than by studying principles of martial technique.

Consequently, upwards mobility doesn't seem to be a thing. Nobody in the PTO got to where they are by working hard and improving themselves. Every single one of them is naturally gifted, coasting by on whatever privileges their birth afforded them. Especially Frieza.

They aren't practitioners of an art. They're cogs in a machine.

Raditz believes these distinctions made Goku weaker.

He has no idea. The limitations of the PTO's methodology is a recurring theme in the Saiyan and Namek arcs.

Raditz is a low-class Saiyan. By virtue of being a Saiyan, he's still unbelievably powerful compared to the terrestrial races of the worlds he's sent to. But power is all he brings to the table; He's an unrefined juggernaut who coasts by entirely on Big Number Go Brrrrr. Philosophically, Goku is unimpressed.

Coming from Goku, that's a pretty sick burn. He's already lost to Raditz once; He knows how Big Number this guy is. But he can't bite his tongue at Raditz's oversimplification of his art.

As a fighter, Raditz delivers what he promised. All he has going for him is Big Number Go Brr... but it's a really big number.

Raditz is impossibly strong, impossibly fast, and his basic-ass ki blasts are impossibly powerful. The gulf between Goku and an adversary has never been so huge before.

And yet, for all his power, he is repeatedly startled and befuddled by Goku and Piccolo's training and technique. These weaklings are breaking out abilities he didn't even know were possible.

Raditz watching Goku power up the most basic ki concentration technique on Earth and exclaiming "WHAT IS THIS SORCERY!?" really tells you everything about the PTO's methodology, doesn't it?

Raditz falls for every trick and every shenanigan that these guys have spent their careers honing, forced to rely solely on tanking attacks with his tremendous Numbers.

This dipshit hasn't even trained the weakness out of his tail.

Goku was fifteen years old when he trained his tail and eliminated this vulnerability.

Raditz is less proficient than Goku was as a child. This isn't even the PTO's flaws manifesting through Raditz, either. Nappa and Vegeta trained their tails.

"LOL What kind of a useless clown doesn't train his tail?" ~Nappa, probably. Oh, wait. No. Actually.

~Vegeta literally.

Raditz is limited by the philosophy of the Planet Trade and he's also on the weaker side of Saiyans, but he also sucks even without taking power levels into account. He brings absolutely nothing to the table. He reads someone's number to tell him in advance if they'll fall down when he punches them, and then he punches them if the number tells him he's clear.

Raditz isn't a fighter. He's a bully with a gun.

For his part, Nappa is a more advanced version of Raditz. His Big Number Go Brr is even bigger than Raditz's and he's familiar with more advanced techniques beyond "Throw this ball of ki at your face".

As a front-line fighter, Nappa is unbelievably tough. Blow after blow and attack after attack, he never gives as much as it feels like he should. No matter what they do to him, he keeps getting back up and coming back, more bloodied and bruised than ever but ready for another round. He is unbelievably resilient.

Fighting Nappa feels like an exercise in futility. You're going to have to kill this man to put him down because he'll accept nothing less. Even when Goku takes the field, he finds himself at a loss with Nappa's absolute unwillingness to take the hint and lose consciousness already.

Nappa is a brick wall. Goku only finally manages to end this by breaking his spine so he can't keep getting up again.

That is what Nappa brings to his table. Though it's worth noting that his Sisyphean endurance is something Vegeta shares as well. It's not unique to Nappa. Fights with Vegeta are every bit as much of an ordeal as this bout with Nappa was.

Saiyans are hard to put down.

Nappa's biggest weakness, however, is simple: Like Raditz, he's coasting on his brute strength. He doesn't pay attention to what's happening around him, and is easily blindsided by sudden attacks from other fighters in this brawl.

Or baited into incredibly poor decision-making.

For all his Saiyan might, the Earthlings would have killed Nappa well in advance of Goku's arrival, if he didn't have Vegeta to watch his back. I'm half-convinced the only reason he trained his tail is because Vegeta told him to.

Nappa is very much a follower. He does what he's told. He's honestly a better Saiyan than Vegeta in the sense that he. Like. Cares about other Saiyans? His kneejerk reaction when Vegeta suggests taking Earth's Dragon Balls is that he wants his friend back.

And he's filled with eugenic fervor for the glory of the Saiyan race when he finds out what mixing Saiyan and Earthling physiology can do.

Fun little side note: "Super Saiyan" was originally the term used to describe Gohan's hybrid abilities before it was recontextualized to mean something else on Namek.

It's honestly interesting to look at their interactions and realize that Vegeta is a cruel, monstrous, selfish bastard even by Saiyan standards. Vegeta is uniquely wicked within this culture of for-profit colonizing murderers.

But Nappa defers to Vegeta every time. Vegeta tells him, "No, you're wrong," and Nappa pivots to supporting whatever Vegeta just said instead. Nappa obeys.

But he doesn't listen. Vegeta and Nappa were following the action while Raditz was fighting Goku and Piccolo. They saw all of the strange anomalies that occurred, that Raditz couldn't comprehend. Vegeta spends this time thinking about what this means for Earth and re-evaluating his assessment of the foes to come.

And he adjusts accordingly. From the moment they arrive at the fight, Vegeta pegs overreliance on the Scouter's readout for the vulnerability that it is.

Like. He says this. He acknowledges that he understands. And not five minutes later:

BUT THE NUMBERS, VEGETA

THE NUMBERS SAID NO

Even then, Nappa flat-out ignores The Numbers if he doesn't like what's printed on them.

Nappa and Vegeta both disregard the printout this time, but in different ways. Vegeta observes that Earthlings suppress their ki, presenting a smaller number than their true ability. So when the Scouter says 5000, that means Goku's true level is likely well beyond that.

Nappa observes that Goku is probably weak so that's stupid and you're wrong.

Nappa just does things. He doesn't think or pay attention to what they're doing. He destroys a city as soon as they arrive, and Vegeta immediately lays into him for what a fucking idiotic thing to do that was.

He's a beast on a chain, barely restrained by his deference to Vegeta. Powerful, seemingly unstoppable, but needing Vegeta to hold his hand and walk him through the higher concepts of combat and martial arts.

An absolute fool. But a Saiyan elite fool.

[simping-overload]

Hello! I was just wondering if you could write some angst!!

I was wondering if you could write a ghost x male reader where reader gets seriously injured to the point where it scares the shit out of ghost and ghost lectures him but ends up crying as he's lecturing the reader? 👀

a/n: hurt/comfort my love tags: canon typical violence, gore(??ppl get stabbed and someone gets their throat sliced open) no use of y/n, male reader, injured reader, prob occ ghost??? ghost cries, everyone cries. angst, hurt/comfort

ヾthis is a multi-fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem please do not follow or interact with my mlm/nbmlm related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning ゛

You were a sniper. You weren’t supposed to get too close to the fight. All you had to do was hang back and try to offer support, but by the gods do you never listen.

The situation got tight, Gaz and Soap trapped in a room by enemy fire. Captain Price and Ghost were clearing out another building.

You being the oh so self-sacrificing bastard you are ran to help. You went the back way, so the enemies’ backs would face you, unaware of your approach.

You quickly and efficiently took them out, just as you were trained, but—you missed one. A heavy hitter, a fucking Juggernaut.

He didn’t bother reloading his gun, throwing it to the side before he started swinging. The first few swings caught you off guard, and he got you right in the nose, breaking it. This throws you off balance, which gives him the opportunity to throw you against the concrete wall.

You rolled to the side before he could kick your ribs in, quickly standing up on your feet, slightly dazed. You pull out your knife, the one you were gifted to Simon, as using a gun in close combat would be useless.

You circled each other, waiting for the other to strike first. Vaguely out of the corner of your eye, you can see Soap carry Gaz out of the building. You feel a slight relief that now they’re safe.

Your way of winning this fight was to take it nice and slow, bait him into moving so he wears out easier due to all that heavy gear.

You move forward like you’re going to swing, which causes him to charge forward. You sidestep. His armor barley grazes yours.

“Oh? Is That all you got?” You mock, tapping your foot like an impatient child. You’ve played this game before.

He huffed like a big bad wolf, “I’ll fucking kill you,” He growls out.

Charing at you again, he actually gets you. He grabs onto the side of your armor and pulls you on him, securing his arms around your body before throwing you onto the ground with him.

You can feel something crack as your head fits the floor, that doesn’t stop you from squirming and wriggling in his grasp. You use your knife, plunging it into the nearest flesh you can find.

It didn’t go far, but it did make him shout in pain. For just a moment, his grip loosens, you throw yourself out of his hold, trying to dash away to create distance.

He recovered quickly, grabbing onto your ankle. He forced you to trip. Landing face first, you couldn’t stop him from dragging you back to him. He gets on top of you, pinning your arms down with his knees as he starts punching you again.

You black out, head and mouth bleeding. The man cackles, throwing you up against the wall with a cackle. He holds you up, forearm pressed against your through as your feet dangle helplessly in the air.

Your eyes shoot open at your sudden lack of air, you kick at him weakly. Shaking hands, reach for your knife, ripping it out of his thigh. You can’t use it before he rips the blade out of your head and stabs your stomach multiple times.

High off of adrenaline, you grab a smaller knife from your shoulder strap, one that was covered in a fast acting poison to render your opponents immobile. You did the knife under his helmet; the knife meeting his now exposed throat and you slice.

The man immediately drops you, leaving the knife in your stomach as he stumbles back, holding his neck. He slides down against the wall as his body gives up on him.

You raise a shaky hand to your walkie, “Captain-L.T. I need a medic asap. I can’t stay awake for much longer.” You can feel your eyelids get heavy.

“Stay awake, soldier. I’m on my way.” Simon’s gruff voice was the last thing you heard before your eyes seemed to shut for what may be the last time.

You float in and out of consciousness, eyes cracking over just barley as you feel familiar arms pick you up and run to the evac. On the helicopter, his gloved hands holding your face with such gentleness.

The last thing you remembered was being jabbed with one too many needles before passing out completely.

You felt like shit. Your head was pounding, and the rest of your body felt like it was on fire. You crack your eyes open, wincing at the blinding lights of the medical ward.

Your eyes scan the room. There isn’t anyone here. Aside from whoever is sleeping next to you. You turn your head slightly, recognizing the familiar build of the love of your life, Simon.

“Simon.” You try, voice dry and horse.

His head automatically shoots up at the call of his name. His eyes lock with yours. You can see the internal strife within them debating over what he wants to say.

“You’re an idiot.” The insult doesn’t make you wince, as it’s true.

“I know—.”

“No, I don’t think you do. You rush in blind, without a care in the world. You could’ve been killed, and you nearly were.” Simon takes your hand in his.

“I was only trying to help Si... I couldn’t do shit from the bird’s nest.” You interlock your fingers and squeeze his hand.

“What help are you if you ended up dead?” His shoulders drop. “I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if you did.”

You can feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes, “Simon... let me see you.” You nudged the edge of the mask with your free hand.

Simon slips off the mask, his eyes are bloodshot-a result of hours of crying. You cup his face with a shaky hand. “But I am here now, that is what matters, yeah?”

He leans into your palm, tears streaming down his cheeks. You sigh, pulling him towards you. Pressing your forehead against yours, he sighs against you.

“I’ll make sure to be safer next time, okay?”

“Okay.”

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

just noticed your knew nsfw thing I'd like to request takeru noto for c,d,p,t,x because I both feel he'd never have sex and yet he'd also has hade it yk?

You know, it's really hard to say. He seems like an innocent little cinnamon roll but honestly, sometimes they're the biggest deviants. He strikes me as more demisexual. The physical attraction isn't the clincher, it's the emotional connection (Tamaki is the perfect example). It's possible he found a nice girl back home to experiment with, but his general insecurity and lack of confidence casts doubt.

After that fateful battle though, idk man, that probably unlocked something inside him. Not to say he'd change fundamentally, but he'd probably allow himself to entertain ideas he hadn't before, and the confidence to try.

Anyway before I spend the whole post on this, C D P T X for Takeru below!

Takeru Noto

NSFW Headcanon Alphabet: C D P T X

C for Cuddling How do they cuddle after sex?

Deeply and thoroughly. Takeru is all about the aftercare. He needs you to know how loved you are and how grateful he is for you. Usually the big spoon, expect to be squeezed tight against him and wholly enveloped in his arms. Possibly the whole night.

D for Dirty How do they dirty talk? What do they say?

I think for the most part he'd be too shy to talk dirty, at least at first. But in the heat of the moment, when he's really into it, he'd be whispering breathy praise in your ear and relishing your reaction to it. The more confidence he builds and driven he is to seek those reactions he'd do it more, maybe even start giving you breathless instruction or even using it to tease and work you up.

P for Position What is their favorite position(s) and why?

Oh this sweet boy, I definitely think his favorite is missionary. It's intimate and close, he can see and kiss your face, watch your reactions. He loves the feeling of you wrapped around him, so warm and sweet and safe. It just feel right.

T for Trust How would they implement rough sex or kinks?

With lots of discussion, encouragement and patience I think. I don't know if I see him being into really rough sex, maybe a couple one-offs or a little rough in the heat of the moment - although he would try it for you if you wanted to, to a point. He'd be shy about disclosing his kinks but would be open and understanding about yours, and maybe more likely to share his. No matter what he'll go out of his way to make sure you know you're safe and loved.

X for X-Rated What kind of porn do they watch or read?

Honestly I see him as being more of a spank-bank kinda guy, but also I can see him getting excited over a nude mannequin. He's so innocent and inexperienced a lot of otherwise innocuous things get him worked up, mostly thanks to his imagination. It's the implication of the thing more than the thing itself. In a relationship, if he partakes at all rather than seeking you out, he'd probably watch/read porn that reminds him of you and what you do together.

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time bound part ten

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

Part Ten - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 2.3k

"Look at that, yeah. See them big old hands coming through? Is there not a one-hundred-nothing inside that?" Or at least that’s what I think he said. It’s hard to tell over the roar of the wind whipping through the open windows, his thick accent muddling the words, and the cramped space in the backseat where Logan and I are squeezed together. My focus is elsewhere, drawn to Logan, who stares out the window with that familiar, distant expression, like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He always seems to have something on his mind, and I can’t help but wonder what it is this time.

The car ride to Cassandra’s lair is pure chaos. Elektra grips the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity, her eyes sharp as she navigates the treacherous terrain. The engine growls in protest as we barrel down the uneven road, jostling everyone inside. Laura, Blade, and Gambit are crammed into the backseat with us, their bodies pressed against one another, while Wade rides shotgun, his usual irreverence barely contained.

Up ahead, Johnny flies through the sky, a streak of flame cutting across the clouds as he scouts for any signs of trouble. His flames cast flickering shadows on the ground below, illuminating the path as we race toward our destination.

Deadpool breaks the tense silence, his voice cutting through the wind. “What Gambit’s trying to say is getting Juggernaut’s helmet ain’t gonna be easy. I’m just making stuff up with this.”

Blade doesn’t miss a beat. “Gun.”

Deadpool glances back, spotting the massive firearm Blade has in his hands. “Where do you get that little beauty?”

Elektra’s voice is cold and steady. “That’s the Punisher’s ’84.”

A split second later, the car jolts violently as Blade fires the gun out the window. The force of the shot nearly deafens me, and I flinch as the blast tears through the giant, skeletal hands of Ant-Man, shredding them into a shower of bone fragments. The car skids to a stop, screeching to a halt within the crook of his shattered arms, which now lay lifeless and splintered around us.

We all clamber out of the car, the scent of gunpowder and burnt metal lingering in the air. As we gather ourselves, my eyes are drawn upward to the horde of mutant variants that have gathered to protect Cassandra. They stand like an army ready to defend their queen. High above, Cassandra watches from the eye of a massive skull, her silhouette dark and menacing.

Blade’s grin is feral, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Gambit cracks his knuckles, a wild gleam in his purple eyes. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Whoo, I’m about to make a name for myself here.”

Logan’s expression darkens, and he looks at me out of the corner of his eye, his knuckles brushing against my elbow. I return his gaze with a sad smile.

“I don’t think you guys walk away from this,” Logan mutters, his voice low and filled with a grim certainty.

Gambit grins, unperturbed. “You just make sure people know what happened here today. When you get out of here, you have a drink for me, yeah?”

Blade steps forward, his tone commanding. “You guys stay on our six, get inside. We’ll make sure you get the package.”

Elektra nods, her gaze steely. “Then we’ll get our ending.”

As if on cue, Johnny lands beside me, his flames flickering out as he touches down. “They’re toast,” he says with a smirk.

I cringe at his words. “You did not just say that.”

He just laughs, but the laughter is cut short as the shouting begins. The battlefield erupts into chaos, a cacophony of clashing blades and explosive gunfire. I charge into the fray, my blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. I sweep my legs over an opponent, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone as I drive my blade into their chest. The adrenaline pumps through my veins as I move with deadly grace, each strike calculated, each move precise.

A vision flashes in my mind, warning me of an enemy approaching from behind. I pivot on my heel, spinning just in time to deflect their attack and drive my blade into their heart. The battle rages on for what feels like an eternity, my body moving on instinct as I cut down one foe after another. Azrael appears before me, his eyes burning with a malevolent fire. We clash again and again, the power of our strikes sending shockwaves through the ground. But I’m faster, and after a brutal exchange, I manage to land a few hits, weakening him just enough to create an opening.

Wade, Logan, and I sprint through the chaos, slipping past the front lines and into the mouth of the skull, where Cassandra awaits. The interior of the skull is dimly lit, the air thick with the stench of decay. Cassandra reclines in a chair, her posture relaxed, a delicate cup of tea in her hand. She looks every bit the picture of calm amid the storm raging outside.

“You three escaping I could live with,” Cassandra says, her voice dripping with condescension. “But coming back, willingly. You’re so silly.”

Deadpool’s voice is strained, his usual bravado tempered by exhaustion. “I just need to get home.”

Cassandra’s smile is cold and devoid of warmth. “Well, that’s not on the menu, I’m afraid. It’s death or enslavement, a la carte, of course. Up!” With a flick of her wrist, Wade is flung into the air, his body slamming into the ceiling with a sickening crunch. He crashes to the floor, groaning in pain as Cassandra turns her gaze on me.

“I think you may be of use,” she muses, her eyes narrowing as she studies me.

Before I can react, she flicks her wrist again, sending a searing pain through my skull. I fall to my knees, clutching my head as the agony intensifies, my vision blurring to white. My mind feels like it’s being torn apart, but just as quickly as it started, the pain stops, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Stay,” Cassandra commands, and I feel my muscles lock into place, immobilizing me where I kneel. My head and neck the only thing I can move.

“It’s nice to give someone else a chance to talk,” she says, motioning towards Wade, who is still groaning in pain on the floor.

Logan’s eyes blaze with fury as he charges at her, claws extended. “Not my strong suit,” he growls.

But Cassandra is faster. With a wave of her hand, she redirects his attack, forcing him to stab his own legs. Logan collapses, blood seeping through his jeans as he gasps in pain. I flinch, unable to bear the sight, and turn away.

Cassandra circles Logan, her curiosity piqued. “You are an interesting one, aren’t you? I do feel like you get lost behind all of this,” she says, gesturing vaguely around her. “Deadpools are a dime a dozen here in The Void. But you, what’s going on in here?” She taps his forehead lightly, her fingers pressing into his skull.

Logan’s pained screams echo through the chamber as she delves into his mind. I close my eyes, trying to block out the sound, but it’s impossible. The anguish in his voice cuts through me, and I grit my teeth, fighting against the hold she has on me.

“Not what I expected back here,” Cassandra murmurs, her tone almost gentle. “You’re hiding from them, from all the ones you let down. So much pain. My little animal.”

Her words ignite a fury deep within me. Logan has spent his whole life being treated like an animal, caged and forced to fight for survival. The anger surges through me, and I struggle against the invisible bonds holding me in place.

I catch sight of Laura throwing down a bag, and Wade, now healed, slowly approaches it. My heart races as I realize what he’s about to do. I stop resisting, instead focusing on keeping Cassandra’s attention on Logan as Wade retrieves Juggernaut’s helmet. I hold my breath as he steps closer and slams the helmet onto her head, gripping her arms tightly as she screams in rage, recoiling from Logan.

Wade’s voice is a deadly whisper. “You’re gonna send us home, then I’m gonna twist your fucking head off.”

Cassandra laughs, the sound sharp and grating. “Why are you laughing?” I ask, a cold dread settling in my stomach.

“I can’t send you unless you get this thing off my head,” Cassandra explains, her voice dripping with malice. “And as soon as you do that, I’m going to boil your brains on an atomic level whilst flicking my bean. Either you kill me, or I kill you. Both wonderful options.”

Deadpool tightens his grip. “You want me to do it?”

Logan shakes his head. “No, I’ll do it.”

Deadpool scoffs. “I have her neck right here, it’s really no problem.”

Logan’s voice cuts through the tension like a blade, his words sharp and unyielding. “You’ll screw it up.”

Deadpool rolls his eyes, exasperation lacing his tone. “Oh, come on, Mr. PG-13, it’s the last one.” His usual bravado feels almost forced, like he’s trying to break through the thick atmosphere hanging over the group.

Suddenly, a gunshot rips through the air, loud and jarring. My heart lurches in my chest, skipping a beat as the sound reverberates around us. 

“No, no, no,” I whisper, my voice trembling with panic. The horror of what’s just happened begins to sink in.

Pyro stands there, his hand still clutching the smoking gun, his expression a mix of defiance and desperation. He’s shot Cassandra. The blood spreads quickly across her clothes, a stark contrast to her pale skin.

“You have no idea what it’s like,” Pyro stammers, his voice shaking as he tries to justify his actions. “Day after day, ‘shovel the shit,’ ‘fetch the meats.’ I have spent my entire exist—”

But Logan doesn’t let him finish. With a brutal efficiency, he silences Pyro with a single, powerful punch. The force of it sends Pyro crumpling to the ground, his words cut off as his body hits the floor.

Logan’s eyes are cold, almost detached, as he looks down at Pyro. “Not everyone gets a speech,” he says flatly, his tone devoid of any sympathy. “She’s gonna die.”

Deadpool, trying to diffuse the situation, steps forward, his voice taking on a slightly desperate edge. “Okay, hey, if I take this helmet off, you promise you won’t kill us?”

Cassandra, even as she bleeds out, doesn’t miss a beat. Her voice, though weaker, is still laced with that same venomous edge. “I promise I will kill her first.”

Logan’s growl is low, menacing, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. 

Deadpool throws up his hands in frustration. “Why are you like this?”

Cassandra sighs, the sound almost wistful. “I wish I knew.”

“Take it off,” Logan orders, his voice brooking no argument.

Deadpool looks at him, confused. “What?”

My eyes dart between Cassandra and Logan, anxiety gnawing at my insides. “Logan, she said she’ll kill me. I don’t like that idea.”

But Logan remains calm, his gaze steady as he meets mine. “Trust me. Take it off.”

Deadpool presses, his voice tinged with doubt. “Why?”

I take a deep breath, the tension in the air almost suffocating. After a moment, I nod, my voice barely above a whisper. “Take it off.”

Deadpool hesitates, his usual confidence faltering. “This is our only chance to fix our shit.”

Logan snaps, his patience fraying. “Take it off! I am wearing this suit. And that means a lot of things, but most of all, it means I’m an X-Man. I am the X-Man. And I know your brother. As much as I want to fucking kill you—every bone in my body wants to fucking kill you—he would not let me stand here and watch you die. Take your hands off. This is for him. This is for Charles.”

With deliberate movements, Logan removes the helmet, the gesture heavy with significance.

Cassandra’s expression softens, her voice losing some of its harshness. “My brother loved you.”

Logan nods, his voice quiet, filled with a deep, unspoken emotion. “He loved all of us.”

Cassandra sighs, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. “Hmm. Must be nice.”

Logan’s voice is steady, filled with quiet conviction. “He would have loved you too. If he knew about you, if he knew where you were, he would have torn a hole in the fucking universe to bring you home.”

Cassandra��s smile turns bitter, her eyes darkening. “This is home.”

Logan’s gaze is intense, almost pleading. “Then at least let us save his.”

Cassandra’s eyes flicker with something almost like understanding. “You wanna hear something crazy?” she says, her tone shifting. “An amateur magician roamed through here a while back. I killed him, of course, wore his skin around for four days. But I found this little trinket on his lovely fingers.”

With a flourish, she begins to open a portal, the swirling energy forming a glowing circle.

Deadpool’s eyes widen in amazement. “Strange. Marvel’s sparkle circle.”

Logan eyes the portal warily. “What is that?”

Cassandra smirks, the glint of mischief returning to her gaze. “This is your way home. I do owe you for saving my life, but let’s keep things interesting. I’d say you have about four seconds before your life’s through.”

Wade grins. “Race you!”

Without hesitation, the three of us bolt toward the rapidly closing portal, the adrenaline surging through my veins. We leap through it just in time, the sensation of free-falling overwhelming as the portal closes behind me, leaving us to face whatever awaits on the other side.

Next Part

A/N: Boring chapter imo but i have big plans tehe

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[jadegretz]

In the dim glow of a decaying mansion, shadows danced along the crumbling walls as a chilling wind howled through broken windows. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and a sense of impending doom. Roaring thunder echoed outside like a beast prowling the horizon, promising more than just a tempest. It was a harbinger of chaos, a signal for what was about to unfold.

Rogue, known for her defiance and unyielding spirit, stood at the threshold of what was once a grand parlor. Memories of opulence clung to the fragments of faded wallpaper and the shattered remains of antique furniture, now mere specters of a bygone era. She gripped the doorframe tightly, her knuckles turning white beneath the strain. Though the storm raged outside, it was an internal storm brewing within her—part fear, part excitement, and all confrontation.

She didn’t come here seeking trouble—after all, she was a member of the X-Men, trained to face threats that loomed over humanity like storm clouds—yet, trouble had a way of finding her. Carnage was her ever-present companion, and as much as she fought it, the thrill of the conflict surged through her veins. This night would be no different. The whispers of the mansion seemed to echo her trepidations, warning her of the dark presence that lurked ahead.

He was waiting, as always, in the depths of the darkness. The Juggernaut, a titan of wrath and fury, whose name alone struck dread into the hearts of even the mightiest heroes. Bull-headed and relentless, he was a force of nature, a hurricane personified, and Rogue had tangled with him more times than she could count. Each encounter left her reeling, every victory hard-fought, and losses etched into the very core of her being.

At that moment, the flickering candlelight revealed the grotesque visage of an adversary lurking deep within the shadows. The Juggernaut grew larger with every heartbeat, his hulking form accentuated by the flickering light, casting monstrous shapes on the wall. An unsettling grin cracked across his face, but it did not reach his eyes—those were cold and devoid of any hint of humanity.

“Welcome, Rogue,” he boomed, his voice echoing with malice. “Thought you could keep running from me?”

“My legs aren’t weary yet,” she shot back, trying to keep her tone steady despite the unease bubbling in her gut.

The mansion quaked as he took a step forward, the force of his weight causing the floorboards to creak ominously. “You should’ve stayed away. This isn’t a place for little girls playing the hero.”

Clouds rumbled outside and the lights grew dimmer. Rogue felt her heart race in synchrony with the chaos outside. Thunder crashed, momentarily drowning out the chilling words of the Juggernaut. The mansion seemed to resonate with his anger, its very foundation trembling as if it too was afraid of the relentless creature stirring within.

Every fiber of her being screamed to flee, to retreat into the safety of the night, but the X-Men had conditioned her to fight. Run away? That wasn’t an option now. She squared her shoulders, taking a step forward, defiance radiating from every pore.

“Not here for games, Juggernaut,” she declared, emboldened. “You have a habit of making things personal.”

Laughter—a rumbling, thunderous sound—echoed in the darkness. “Personal? Oh, darling, this is so much more than personal. This is about obliteration. And you, my dear, are standing in my way.”

With a sudden surge, he lunged, moving so swiftly it belied his massive form. Rogue evaded the initial strike, springing into action like a coiled spring releasing its tension. Instincts kicked in, and she barely ducked in time, the air from his clawed fist creating a gust strong enough to knock her off balance.

The adrenaline coursed through her, igniting a fire inside. It was fight or flight, as it always had been—but Rogue was no coward. She re-engaged, using her agility to her advantage. Dashing toward him, she looked for any opening, her mind racing with strategies to absorb his strength and turn it against him. A flicker of her own powers surged within her, the energy bubbling like a storm contained.

Rogue reached out, her gloved hand aiming for his muscular arm. If she could harness even a fraction of his brute force, perhaps she could turn the tide, at least for a moment. But Juggernaut was no ordinary foe, and the moment she grasped his arm, his strength erupted as if released from a barricade.

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[lesmisshippingshowdown]

Round of 32 Wrapped!

To tide you all over until the next round begins (although I hope you're all keeping busy getting started on your fanworks to steal some votes!), let's have fun with some statistics about the Round of 32 :)

Poll with the most votes overall: Combeferre/Courfeyrac vs Turnchetta (1,554 votes) What else could you expect from a contest between a veritable fandom juggernaut, inescapable as both a main couple and background couple on Archive of our Own, a true bedrock of fandom heritage... and Combeferre/Courfeyrac?

I jest. But it's great to see people turning out in honour of the great fandom tradition of getting a little silly with it. The question remains - how far can a novelty ship like Turnchetta (one could call her the Jedward of this competition, and I of course mean that with the utmost respect #JEPIC) make it in the bracket?

(It's worth noting that Turnchetta also takes home the prize for Round One's Biggest Giant Killing, defeating AO3's 4th most popular Les Mis ship by published works despite not a single fic coming up when I click their relationship tag on that website.)

Poll with the least votes overall: Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta vs. Bahorel/Éponine (546 votes) Again, perhaps this was unsurprising. J/B/M is a true staple of the fandom, and one of only 6 ships in the bracket with over 1,000 tagged works on AO3 (and that's not even counting individual pairings within the throuple!). Bahorel/Éponine, on the other hand, has only 46 tagged works and I wasn't even able to find fanart for them on a sweep through Tumblr tags. This was not a match up that necessarily spurred on hard fighting and intense propaganda, and turned out to be one of the round's most resounding sweeps.

Will J/B/M nation be forced to turn out in greater numbers for round two, or will they be able to rest on their laurels against a - once again - comparatively niche ship like Courfeyrac/Grantaire? And will Bahorel/Éponine's fandom turn out to be small but mighty when given a chance for redemption in the Great Round 2 Steal-Off?

Closest battle: Combeferre/Éponine vs. Enjolras/Marius (47.5% vs 52.5%) I'll say this outright as the bracket's resident infamously unbiased Enjolras/Marius shipping mod - Combeferre/Éponine shippers, I seriously underestimated your game. In a poll where most of Éponine's het ships fell dramatically at the first hurdle, you guys held your own against me constantly reblogging my own posts to yell "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" in increasingly undignified ways. You stood behind Éponine's right to date a really nice nerdy man, and I'm very excited to see what you guys pull out of the bag in the Round 2 Steal-Off. I suspect this may not be the last we see of Combeferre/Éponine in this competition.

Biggest whitewash: Courfeyrac/Éponine vs. Cosette/Éponine (4.1% vs 95.9%) As Les Mis's most iconic relatably lovelorn everygirl, Éponine based ship wars have been a fandom staple probably since the actual 1860s. Whether she's battling for Marius's affections or accidentally playing a pivotal role in very, very 2013 discussions about queer erasure in fandom, when there's a ship war to be had in the Les Mis fandom our girl is normally at the scene of the crime. This match up, however, showed none of the fire of its predecessors. When asked if you'd rather see Éponine paired off with Les Amis' lovable centre or patching up her longstanding and complex relationship with Cosette, you overwhelmingly voted in favour of lesbianism. Got to respect it. Happy belated International Women's Day.

Winningest multishipping target: Enjolras (5 out of 6 ships progressed to the Round of 16) For a character who is canonically uninterested in romance to the point that I've seen large swathes of this fandom headcanon him as aroace, you guys LOVE it when Enjolras gets around. Not only did he have 6 ships entered into this bracket (for the mathematicians among you, that means 18.75% of the bracket involves Enjolras in some way), but he won almost every first round contest he was involved in. The only losing Enjolras ship in round one was Enjolras/Éponine, so I guess that's settled*. He really didn't know there was such a thing on earth as woman.

(*It is not settled. If you don't think we're getting a special Enjonine vs E/R face off at some point you don't know me)

Losing-est multishipping target: Éponine (1 out of 8 ships progressed to the Round of 16) Speaking of Enjonine, the other half of that ship suffered basically opposite fortunes. Poor Éponine appeared in a whopping 25% of all ships entered into the bracket, but only one - Cosette/Éponine, her sole femslash pairing in the contest - made it as far as the round of 16. It seems that homosexuality has mutually won out for both halves of 2013's most controversial het ship.

Other stats for the interested:

The average number of votes cast per poll was 770.5 - not bad for a first round! Can you up that number by encouraging your friends to pokémon go to the polls for the round of 16 next week?

In the Round of 32, the balance of different relationship types (going by characters' canonical genders) was as follows: 56.25% M/M, 34.38% M/F, 6.25% F/F, and 3.12% Multi.

In the Round of 16, the balance will be as follows: 68.75% M/M, 12.5% M/F, 12.5% F/F, and 6.25% Multi. I would say "I'm sorry, women" but to be fair both the yuri ships did sail through their respective match ups. Really, I'm sorry heteros. Especially Éponine's hetero ships. I know I keep saying this but it was a rough ride for her.

All of AO3's top 3 Les Mis ships (by tagged works) are still comfortably in the game - as already established, Courferre was this round's biggest loser. Could the Round Two Steal-Off, where the creation of fanworks is crucial to success, offer them a chance at redemption? Tune in next week to find out!

[sopheronipepperoni]

Safer Shores

[Summary: Rook has nightmares. Davrin does, too. A small moment of comfort between them, set post-game.]

“Davrin, go.” Heart in her throat, she gives the order. Davrin’s gaze is unyielding, unflinching, as he looks at her across the battlefield. In the light of Weisshaupt’s fires, she can just make out the grief and anger etching new scars behind his eyes. With a nearly imperceptible salute with his sword Davrin turns away and sets his face to the Archdemon.

Watching his solemn procession is cut short as a darkspawn swings at her, and Rook rolls out of the way before sweeping her staff out in front of her. A burst of flame shoots out to incinerate the darkspawn, and she is momentarily blinded by the flash, a sun burning on the back of her eyelids. She wills her vision to clear, casting her eyes frantically across the field. She has to find him, has to witness his final moments. She knowns what killing an Archdemon means.

There—

Davrin stands tall and proud on the Archdemon’s head, his sword unwavering. With a mighty yell, Davrin drives the blade home, and Rook swears that she is stabbed, too. Everything else seems to fall away as she watches, frozen:

Fingers of the Blight snaking up along Davrin’s arms, nearly piercing his eyes.

That sickly, pulsating glow fading from the dragon and instead illuminating Davrin from the inside out.

A sudden compression of air, like a violent thunderclap that knocks her to the ground.

And finally, Davrin sagging and sinking forward on to his knees, before resting stiffly against his sword. The life is gone from his eyes.

This isn’t how it is supposed to be…is it?

The scene changes, ripping her from one battlefield and stranding her on another. This time she is high on the battlements leading to the Blighted vine ensnaring the Archon’s Palace. Davrin leads the charge down below against the towering juggernaut. They split up to divide and conquer: Davrin lending his strength and expertise to the Wardens and Mourn Watchers, Rook leading Neve and Taash to clear the way to the Palace. A piercing screech cuts through the air as Assan swoops and dives, harrying the Venatori. Rook catches sight of Davrin’s plate surging through the fray before finding an opening. He launches himself at the monstrosity and begins to climb.

Again, Rook is forced to tear her gaze away from his progress to fend off the latest waves of darkspawn and Venatori, mage dagger flashing before her. Another screech draws her back to the action below, and she risks a look. Davrin has impossibly made it to the top of the juggernaut, pulling himself over the armored chest plate where its source of lyrium glows red. She watches as he bashes his sword and shield against the crystal, the mighty construct faltering. It lurches like a puppet with its strings cut, and Davrin loses his grip. He is flung forward, pitched into thin air, impossibly high up. Assan swoops to reach him, failing to notice a flash heralding a mage bolt before it knocks him out of the sky.

Rook screams her throat raw, as both Davrin and Assan disappear from view. Seconds later the juggernaut crashes to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and sealing those two parts of her heart in their final tomb.

This isn’t real, either…or is it?

“Rook!” She hears Taash yelling for her, feels Neve’s hand on her arm to turn her away. But she is a statue, cold and unfeeling, wishing she was crushed into the dirt herself.

Wishing she could keep Davrin and Assan company with her bones.

“Rook!” She hears the yell closer this time, and shakes her head to clear the ringing in her ears. She has to keep going…but what does it matter now?

“Veryl.”

When she opens her eyes to her given name, it is to warm darkness that smells like balsam and leather instead of blood and ash. The ringing in her head fades to new silence, and she is trembling. 

“Breathe.” His voice is a balm, a warm anchor finally drawing her back to safer shores. Her gasp for air is loud in the quiet, and she realizes her face is wet.

“I’m here, right here. I’ve got you.” Davrin shifts her against him to swipe his thumb against her cheeks, keeping one arm firmly around her back. She draws in another shuddering breath before burying her head into the space between his neck and shoulder.  He tightens his arms, molding her against him. Rook wants to crawl inside his skin, to prove to herself this is real. Instead she counts the heartbeats between them. The strength of his heart calls to her like a lodestone.  How long she stays like that, clasped in Davrin’s arms, she does not know.

“I have them too, you know.” His voice is a welcome intrusion when he speaks, soft in the darkness. His hand smooths down the riot of her curls. “Every time we come back from facing darkspawn I dream that they’ve nicked your skin here-" He snakes a fingertip between their bodies, tracing a line of the tattoo that runs across her abdomen. “Or here-," He touches a spot on her arm. “Or here,” He marks a path across her thigh. “Your damn Lords armor, Rook. All of your skin, right there, soft and unprotected. One scratch…” Davrin’s voice tightens, and she catches his hand between them, interlacing their fingers. “I thought losing Weisshaupt was bad enough…but it would destroy me even more to lose you to the Blight.”

A quip rises up in the back of her mind - "Only to the Blight?” But she keeps it in, focusing on the gravity of the moment. Grounding herself in the here and now. For once she doesn’t want to hide behind a joke or a smile. She doesn’t want to hide at all, with him. “Will it get better?” Her voice is small, a shadow of its normal authoritative lilt.

Davrin lets out a breath, and she can feel his exhale, nestled against him as she is. She doesn’t need to elaborate, she knows. Not with him. “It’ll fade with time. But you—us—we’ll always have the scars, always feel the weight. But we don’t have to bear it alone.” 

Rook presses her lips to his collarbone and summons some of her old charm. “Good thing I have a strapping Warden and monster hunter to help share the load.”

Davrin huffs out a laugh, the warm puff of his breath ruffling her curls. “Can’t forget Assan. He needs to carry his weight around here, too. Can’t let him get too spoiled.” He pauses, tensing slightly for a moment. “Want me to distract you, Rook? You know I’m good for more than just ‘sharing the load’.” 

She doesn’t miss the way his voice deepens and softens. Her stomach gives a traitorous flip, chasing the shadows in her mind farther away. They are in this moment, alive. Together. “That sounds perfect, vhenan. I think we could both use some distraction.” She closes her eyes and just breathes, focusing on the feeling of being here with him. “Just…give me a few more moments, just like this.” She presses closer, counts a span of their heartbeats, and then tilts her face up towards him. 

Davrin meets her there, his strong hand cupping her cheek to guide her lips to his. Their kiss is slow and deep, Davrin shifting her more beneath the hard lines of his body. When he pulls away, his breathing is ragged. He rests his forehead against hers for a moment, vallaslin to vallaslin. “Arlath ma,” he rasps, and her heart soars. She could hear him declare his love for her for a thousand years, and it would still bloom fresh and new every time. “Arlath ma, arlath ma, arlath ma.” He punctuates each utterance with a soft kiss, and Rook relaxes into his attentions as he makes his way down her body. She revels in the feel of him against her, skin on skin. Blessedly, wonderfully alive.

Here, now, they are banishing the nightmares, rising above the lingering shadows that continue to haunt them.

Together. Always together.

Notes:

The way Davrin and Rook have me in a chokehold right now is insane. I think it's criminal how little content there is for this romance (so far), so I'm doing my humble part to rectify that. Really wanted to lean more into the angst that I feel underlies Davrin's romance, as well as the lingering trauma they both are sure to have. Also, I played as a Lord of Fortune and absolutely went all in on the Modest Brooch armor; I totally headcannon that while Davrin loves how it shows off Rook's body, it also terrifies him when she wears it out in the field. Also wanted to pay honor to Davrin's Dalish upbringing, even though he doesn't consider himself traditionally Dalish. My Rook here (Veryl Laidr) is also Elven with Dalish roots.

[lyellart]

Some Juggernaut

[knightyoomyoui]

give each twice member a wrestling finisher, but they can’t share the same move!

first time receiving an ask related to both wrestling and twice and i love it lmao. great question!

hmm, if i will be the one to choose what's their finisher gonna be:

1. NAYEON - Oblivion by Liv Morgan. I kinda based it from her being a bunny, and bunny requires hopping BUT we all know Nayeon has weak legs so her doing that move that require just a little effort of jumping to the opponent caught on the rope would be good.

2. JEONGYEON - Riptide by Rhea Ripley. Two reasons: they're both tall powerhouses, and they can be both GOTHIC MOMMIES.

3. MOMO - Jaded by Jade Cargill. They're both badass and an unstoppable dominant force.

4. SANA - Sister Abigail by Alexa Bliss. Mostly based it on their duality, they can be both bubbly and have that seductive yet menacing side so yeah, that finisher is fitting for her.

5. JIHYO - Juggernaut Driver by Jordynne Grace. They both have the height especially the well-built physique that requires the strength to pull off some destructive moves, especially that finisher.

6. MINA - Prettiest Moonsault Ever by Tiffany Stratton. They're both athletic and flexible, pretty sure Mina could do flips easily if she learns how to.

7. DAHYUN - Figure 8 Leglock by Charlotte Flair. She has the insane flexibility perfect to do that move.

8. CHAEYOUNG - Pop Rox by Roxanne Perez. I based it again on their personality and character which led me to imagining Chaeyoung pulling that move since it's Roxy's finisher.

9. TZUYU - Claymore Kick by Drew McIntyre. Yep, it's a finisher by a male wrestler for her but idk, using her long legs to execute that deadly move would be fire lmao.