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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 (𝟑/𝟑)

Hi lovelies, thank you so much for all the feedback on the first two parts! Every single like, reblog and comment makes me incredibly happy 🖤 I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Helmut Zemo x gender neutral reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | ENEMIES TO LOVERS (because I’m dying for that trope 😂) You’ve been turned into the thing Helmut Zemo hates the most (sorry again for the bad summary, I didn’t want to spoiler the plot) *in my best street vendor voice*: it's got ANGST, it's got DRAMA, it’s got HUMOR, it's got STEAMY FIGHT SCENES (no smut, nothing explicit) and it's got SO. MUCH. ROMANTIC. TENSION. 😂.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 8 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Canon-typical violence, blood, a dash of angst but not much, a few f-bombs. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language

Flashbacks are written in italics

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

PART 1 PART 2

When the darkness receded at last and the agonizing pain in your body subsided, your eyes fluttered open to sunlight tickling your nose, little dust motes floating in the golden rays, and a warm breeze made the colourful curtains beside you rustle, carrying the laughter of children playing outside. You were lying in a bed, wrapped up in thin bedsheets despite the heat outside.

Someone called out your name, and warm hands locked themselves with yours as Sam’s face came into focus in front of you, Bucky behind him, his signature scowl etched with worry.

“You gave us a good scare, sleeping beauty”, Sam said, a soft smile dancing on his lips. “How are you feeling?”

And then, the memories hit you like a train. Walker’s decent into madness, the sting in your upper arm and the unbearable pain that followed it. The pair of hazel eyes and the horrified expression shifting into a cold determination as you’d hit the ground.

“How – how long…?”, you began, voice croaky from disuse.

“You’ve been out for three days”, Bucky said, and you gasped, before he continued.

“Where are we?”

“My sister’s house in Louisiana. Well, it was our parent’s house first, we grew up here.” So the children laughing outside were Sam’s nephews; he’d told you of his family on a few occasions, in quiet moments in the old Avengers Headquarters. And his sister Sarah – whom Karli had threatened.

“Are they alright? Did Karli –“

“Everything’s fine”, Sam interrupted and helped you sit, gently placing a glass of cold lemonade in your hands. “Drink”, he commanded, and you complied, savouring the coldness and the bitter-sweet taste of the drink.

“So…”, Bucky began, but he drifted off, obviously at al loss for words about how he could broach the subject of what had happened.

“So, I’m a super soldier”, you finished the sentence for him.

“I’m gonna kill Walker”, Bucky seethed, clenching his metal arm into a fist.

“Could you…tell me what happened?”, you hesitated. What happened with Zemo?, was what you really wanted to ask them.

Sam cleared his throat and switched a quick glance with Bucky, who stared gloomily out of the open window as if the green treetops in the garden had personally offended him.

“We heard you scream”, Sam began, “And after what happened with Lemar –“

“Walker said he was killed. That it was our fault”, you interrupted him with a frown at the memory of the pain in Walker’s grief-maddened gaze.

“He was killed while we were fighting the Flagsmashers. Walker and Lemar showed up and things went south again. I think she didn’t want to kill him”, Sam added, sadness written all over his features. “It was an accident. Walker snapped. The Flagsmashers started to run, and we thought Walker would chase them and then you screamed from somewhere in that old building. When we found you, Walker jumped out of the next window and you were unconscious on the floor and Zemo was kneeling beside you with his gun aiming at you. What the hell happened up there, Y/N? Where did Zemo come from, of all people? We thought he was gone for good when he escaped the Dora so why staying in Riga when he could grab his fancy jet and hide in one of his other fancy houses?”

There was a crack, and a sudden sting in your palm. You’d gripped the glass a little too tight, and it had broken, the cold lemonade spilling over your shirt and the bedsheets and the glass shards cutting up the skin of your palms. You stared at the blood welling up from the fresh cuts, at the shards of broken glass in your hands.

“You’ll get used to it”, Bucky mused, getting up from his chair beside your bed to grab a towel. “It’ll just take a little time”, he continued while he gently grabbed the shard from your hands and pressed the towel over your bleeding palms. “And those cuts will heal much faster now, they’ll probably be gone tomorrow.”

You still gaped at the broken pieces of glass he’d placed on the nightstand. A super soldier. You were a super soldier. Walker had taken that vial and did that to you. You could feel the sting of tears in your eyes.

“Walker’s a super soldier”, you whispered, “When Sam first went to talk to Karli and things escalated and we thought that Zemo had destroyed the last vials of serum, he didn’t. Walker was able to safe two vials – one for himself. One for Lemar. So he injected me with the last dose of the serum –“

“- so Zemo would kill you”, Bucky finished. “Because Walker blamed us all for Lemar’s death.”

You nodded. “As I said, he snapped. Honestly, I don’t even think he knew what he was doing in that moment. I think he just wanted to make somebody feel the same pain he was feeling.”

“Are you defending him?!”

“No. I hate him for what he’s done. But I also know what grief feels like. And he wasn’t exactly the most emotionally stable person before.”

“He was about to succeed”, Sam said quietly. “If Bucky and I hadn’t found you when we did, Zemo would’ve killed you.”

You opened to mouth to reply, but a woman’s voice called from downstairs, “GUYS! I need help with the spare parts for the boat! They need to be taken down from the truck!”

“I’ll go!”, Bucky jumped up immediately, nearly knocking over the chair in the process.

“Is…is Zemo back in prison?”, you asked when Bucky had left Sam and you, barely able to conceal the quiver that had stolen into your voice.

“No. He fled when he saw us, and chasing him certainly wasn’t our priority when we found you knocked out cold on the floor with the empty vial beside you. We pieced together what must’ve happened. Except for the part what Zemo was doing there, though.”

His eyes found yours, expectant, waiting for the answer you were dreading to give.

“I don’t know why he was there.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; the Baron had never told you the reason of his visit – just that he’d wanted to talk to you about something. About Sharon? Your mind was still a little hazy. “We fought.” Sort of. Apart from the weird tension between you and that one moment where you were sure Zemo was going to kiss you…there had been weapons involved, at least on your side.

“Then Walker was there. You know the rest.”

Sam sighed, and suddenly, he looked very tired.

“It was Zemo who sent the flowers, was it?”, he finally asked.

“It was one flower”, you corrected weakly, “Just the one.”

“Oh Lord.”

“And it was obviously, without a doubt, meant as a threat”, you added.

“Yeah, that’s a very plausible explanation. Since flowers are the most common death threats. I mean, bloody horse heads are one thing but if a guy sends you flowers, you know shit’s getting positively murderous.”

It has never been my intention to mock you with that flower. That’s what he’d said, and it had seemed genuine – before, seconds later, he’d used your distraction to disarm you and pin you against the wall. An easy distraction, that’s what it had been.

“Believe me, the only intention he had was playing his little mind games”, you said. Sam only huffed.

“Maybe you’re wrong, Zemo”, Bucky interrupted, “The serum never corrupted Steve.”

“Yes. But there’s never been another Steve Rogers”, the Baron answered. “Super soldiers are an abomination and Karli won’t stop. She will escalate until you kill her – or she kills you.”

Sam shook his head. “Blood isn’t always the right answer, Zemo.”

“But sometimes, it’s the only possible one.”

That’s what Zemo had said.

She’s a super soldier. She can’t be allowed to exist. The Baron’s words about Karli whispered in your mind, his deep, honeyed voice calm and reasonable.

There was a fierce determination in Sam’s eyes. “We won’t let Zemo hurt you, Y/N. Never. If we have to, we’ll kill him fist.”

“I’m not bullet proof, Sam. I bleed just like everyone else.”

But it wasn’t fear that you felt, thinking back to the look in the Baron’s hazel eyes when the serum had begun to spread through your bloodstream like poison, at the hatred and resolve flashing in his gaze as he’d gripped his gun. A strange kind of sadness seized your heart. But what, exactly, was it that you’d expected? He was a villain. A terrorist. And he’d torn your family apart. There was nothing good in him, and as much as your heart had wanted to see him as someone he clearly wasn’t, your feelings for him had never mattered, and they never would, not with the serum having changed you into the one thing Helmut Zemo hated the most, had dedicated his life to destroy.

“What if he’s right, though?”

“What do you mean?”

You faltered. “What if the serum changes me? What if it corrupts me and turns me into someone else?” When you’d confronted Zemo, when you’d told him that the serum wasn’t the reason for people to do bad things, you’d believed it. You’d believed that it wasn’t the serum but the circumstances which made people do bad things. But what if he was right?

“It won’t.” There was no doubt in Sam’s words. “I know you. The serum isn’t the reason why Karli is getting more and more violent, it’s the circumstances. It’s hopelessness and desperation and the way the world treats people like her. Violence is a choice. All that damn serum does is increase your speed and strength. But how you act, the decision you make – these choices are your own, Y/N.”

Silence settled between the two of you while you contemplated his words, interrupted only by Sam’s nephews, still laughing outside in the garden.

“They’re probably playing with the shield”, Sam mused, and you gaped at him.

“The shield? Steve’s shield?”

“Well, I think it’s my shield now, formally.” The grin that spread on your face mirrored his own as you grasped the meaning behind his words.

“I had a good talk with Bucky”, Sam announced, “And I realized a few things.”

You pulled him into another bear hug. “Should I call you Captain from now on, then?”, you jested, earning a low laugh from him.

“I mean, I’ll never be a Steve Rogers…”

“No, you won’t”, you agreed, “You’re a Sam Wilson, and that’s perfect the way it is.”

The next few days felt like walking through a haze. The old family house was a home – full of warmth, love, and laughter. While you waited for Karli and her Flagsmashers to make their next move, the days were spent helping the Wilson family repair the old fisher boat, side by side with the helping hands of kind neighbours and old friends of the family under the hot Louisiana sun for the first half of the day, and training with Bucky until the sun set and the cicadas’ night-time songs wafted through the sweet evening air. Your newfound strength and speed were something that would require more than a few days to get accustomed to – you’d accidentally ripped off the screen door to the veranda and had apologized to a laughing Sarah for the rest of the day for it – but it didn’t feel so unfamiliar anymore. With each passing day, you were beginning to feel like yourself again.

The nights weren’t as peaceful and fulfilling as the days drenched in sweat and sunlight and cheerful laughter. No; at first, your nights were filled the memory of searing pain, of blue liquid burning up your insides like acid, of horrid pictures of you as the serum changed your heart and soul as well as it had your body. But as the fear that it could corrupt you and change you into a monster faded with the realization that you hadn’t changed, the nightmares worsened. Horrid pictures of blood coating your own hands morphed into memories of Zemo’s hazel eyes, watching with cold detachment how his bullet hit home in your heart and the life was gushing out of you in streams of red, as red as the petals of the carnation he’d left for you at the balcony.

Each night, these nightmares left you gasping, wide awake, the sheets tangled around you like the fisher’s nets you helped mending every day, a silent scream poised on your lips. But when the sun made the morning sky blush with the announcement with another warm summer’s day, the demons of the nights vanished like mist over the water in front of the Wilson house, held at bay for another few hours, a dream chasing away the horrors of the nights. But like every dream, it was only a matter of time until reality came knocking at the door again, and this time, it came in the form of a phone call from Agent Torres. Sam’s cheerful expression had fused into one of seriousness as he ended the call.

“Karli is about to strike again. The Flagsmashers are planning to blow up the GRC headquarters in New York City.”

“Well then”, you said, already on your way to get your combat suit, casting a glance over your shoulder at the boys leaning against the kitchen counter. “Call the order, Cap.”

“Karli’s gone! She escaped!” That was Bucky, shouting at you via the comm device in your ear.

“Are you okay?”, you asked while you were prowling through the cellar of an abandoned construction site, the gloomy shadows suffused with the weak orange glow of overhead lights, gun at the ready. As soon as the three of you had arrived – just for Sam and Bucky to try and free the hostages the Flagsmashers had taken, while you’d set out to chase the Flagsmashers positioned in the area all around the GRC building – things had gone awry. Again.

Bucky’s voice buzzed through the comm, “Sam just saved a helicopter full of hostages and I got people out of a burning truck.”

“Yeah, go on and flex like that while I’m stumbling through a cellar in construction while missing all the action”, you quipped, sighing in relief to hear the boys were okay.

“Walker’s here”, Bucky added, his voice serious again. “Should I whip his ass for you? He even made a little DIY shield.”

“Maybe he should’ve stayed with arts and crafts from the start”, you seethed. “When he –“

“Y/N!”

You whirled around and quickly lowered your gun when you recognized the sudden voice booming through the half-light behind you, gaping at the blonde woman stepping out of the shadows.

“Was that Sharon?”, Bucky called out, obviously as surprised as you were.

“Well, just in time”, you greeted your old friend with a smile. Her teeth flashed white as she grinned back at you.

“You’re not exactly at the heart of the action”, she mused, her gaze sweeping over your surroundings. “But I heard Karli was coming this way, so I thought you could use some help with that.”

Just as Sharon had finished her sentence, a construction pipe whirred through the air towards you and Sharon, and your new super soldier reflexes reacted before you even realized what was happening, making you jump and kick the thing out of its trajectory before it could hit either of you. Faster than humanly possible.

For a few seconds, Sharon stared at you in surprise, and her eyes finally widened with realization.

“How did you get the serum?”, she inquired. There was something else in her gaze, mixing with the wonder, something you couldn’t pinpoint.

“Long story. I’ll tell you later.”

You turned towards the small figure that had emerged from the depths of the cellar, her halo of red curls illuminated by the dim lights like a crown of flames. The mask with the red handprint was dangling in her hand, a gun in the other. Assessing her more closely, you could see the traces of a fight in her split lip and the dark bruise forming on her jaw.

You raised the gun at her and lowered yourself into combat stance, Sharon mirroring the movement beside you.

“Karli”, Sharon greeted, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. “I’d expected you much sooner.”

“I had a little run-in with the Winter Soldier.”

“He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore,” you stated, eyes narrowed in confusion about the look that passed between the two of them, guns raised, eyeing each other like two cats readying for a fight.

“We could’ve been such a good team”, Sharon mused. At first, you thought she was talking to Karli, until you realized that her calm gaze had strayed to rest on you. And when you realized that the emotion glinting in her eyes beyond the surprise, sharp as a knife’s blade, was resentment, it was already too late.

A cry of pain tore through you as Sharon’s knife lodged itself deep in your side and you sunk to the floor, blood already spilling out of the wound in warm, sticky rivulets of crimson. You gawked at Sharon with horror written over your face, before she grabbed the knife’s hilt and pulled the weapon out of your side, doubling over with pain, and the blood gushed between your hands pressing tightly against the wound to somehow slow the bleeding. Then, a memory hit you, a memory which had been overshadowed by your turn into a super soldier and now bubbled to the surface of your mind a little too late.

Your friend Sharon Carter…

Zemo had tried to warn you.

“Y/N?! Where are you? What happened?!” Bucky’s voice shouting through the comm.

“I –“ Before you could warn him, Sharon grabbed your comm and flung it away into the dark recesses of the cellar, her gun still aiming at a frozen Karli. You doubted that the rebel would help you.

“No, no, no. I can’t have our friends knowing what happened down here, how else will I get my pardon?”, Sharon drawled, the sweetness in her voice dripping with rage.

“YOU! Stay where you are, we’re not done yet”, Sharon hissed at Karli who’d tried to take a few steps towards Sharon. The girl froze mid-motion again, the gun slightly shaking in her hands. Karli was afraid of Sharon. Why?

You were still huddled on the ground, pain searing through your side, hand firmly pressing against your injury. The serum would enhance your healing process and you’d suffered enough stab wounds in your life as an Avenger to know you’d been lucky and Sharon’s blade hadn’t pierced any vital organs, but the bleeding was a problem. There wouldn’t be much time left before the dizziness of blood loss swept over you and clouded your senses.

A succession of gunshots pierced the air and made you start and when Karli crumpled to the floor with a scream of pain, slumping like a discarded doll, you thought Sharon had shot the girl – but Sharon muttered a string of curses and the gun she’d been holding clattered to the ground and slid into the darkness surrounding you, disappearing beneath a palette of bricks in a corner. Only then did you notice the blood gushing out of a bullet wound in Sharon’s hand, rivulets of red running down her arm and soaking the sleeves of her jacket as her gaze flicked toward the silhouette stepping out of the darkness a few feet away.

“It would be wise of you not to meddle in my private matters, Miss Carter.”

The deep, honeyed voice was like a vise tightening around your heart and you glanced up to meet a pair of hazel eyes, filled with the cold resolve you’d last seen glittering in their depths, before his gaze flickered back to Sharon over the barrel of his gun. For a man on the run, his outfit still looked immaculate, his fur-collared coat billowing in the soft breeze that wafted through the maze of the construction site’s cellar, tousling his dark hair and painting shadows across his handsome features.

“Well, your private matters didn’t steal the serum from you, Baron”, Sharon spat through gritted teeth, as if the title were an insult, “So actually it’s you who’s meddling in my business.”

But you noticed the slight waver in her voice, the wheels churning in her mind to turn the tables again telling you that the gun she’d just lost was probably the only one she’d brought tonight, and from Zemo’s smug smile, you could tell that he’d noticed, too. What he didn’t see, though, was the knife Sharon clutched with her uninjured hand at her side, your blood already drying and dulling the sharp glint of the blade as her knuckles tightened around the hilt. Your instincts took over, adrenaline pushing back the pain in your side while your mind started to assess the situation.

Fighting is like chess, Natasha had always said. Just much faster. It’s not just about action and reaction, it’s about planning your next movements and being one step ahead of your opponent. Zemo was the only one who wasn’t injured already – Karli was still cowering on the ground a few feet away from you, clutching the wound in her knee where the Baron’s bullet had hit home, effectively rendering her unable to fight. Sharon’s strong hand was injured, she’d lost her gun but still had at least one knife left. And then there was Zemo, of course; uninjured, armed, and obviously ready to kill. The ferocity in his expression left no room for doubt about his intentions. You were in desperate need of a weapon.

Fury blazed through your veins at the thought of Sharon betraying you for whatever reason. If you couldn’t run, you could at least make sure that Sharon wouldn’t, either. You gritted your teeth against the pain that was to follow and kicked, empowered by the serum coursing through your veins, your foot hitting the back of Sharon’s knee with an ugly crunching sound and she cried out as she, too, stumbled and hit the ground, seemingly unconscious for now. Quick as lightning, you wrested the knife from her hand, left her motionless form on the ground and charged at Zemo, barrelling into him faster and more forceful than you’d anticipated, again underestimating your new powers. The two of you hit the ground with a huff with you on top of him, Sharon’s knife firm in your grip while the gun slid out of his hands, but Zemo used the leverage of the fall to twist you around, switching position so your back hit the hard concrete floor, pressing the air from your lungs. He was above you now, pinning your limbs to the ground with his own body. Anger was fuelling you, spurning you on to push him off, but the energy left you with the blood pouring from the damn stab wound in your side to form a little pool beneath you, sticky and warm and seeping through the fabric of your combat suit. How long until the loss of blood would render you unconscious?

From the corner of your eye, you could see Sharon’s blonde silhouette slowly limping away from the fight and back into the darkness, probably biding her time until Zemo had finished you off himself so she wouldn’t get her own hands dirty.

“Careful, you wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty coat, Baron”, you hissed at Zemo when his eyes, darkened by the agitation of the fight, met yours, his face hovering only inches above your own.

“Your concerns for my wardrobe are endearing, Liebling, but if you don’t want to stain my coat, you should stop bleeding all over it”, he snickered. The heat of his body, pressed flush against yours, was seeping through your own clothing, and you could feel his dark chuckle reverberating through your own chest, your breath mingling with his. Both of you were panting from the exertion of the fight, and the weight of him pressing you to the ground, his scent wrapping around you and mixing with sweat and the tang of blood in the air made your head spin. Or probably it was just the blood loss. Either way, you needed an ace up your sleeve to get out of this mess. Zemo’s hands were gripping your wrists and you tried to wriggle out of his vice-like grip and put use to the blade in your hand, but his fingers tightened painfully around your bones, forcing your own hold on the knife’s hilt to loosen.

There was nothing left of the silent amusement and the smug, playful twinkle in his hazel eyes; only cold rage meeting your own glare. And with a sickening feeling in your chest, you knew that he’d adhere to his promise to eradicate all super soldiers. The hatred he felt for the thing you’d been turned into against your own will, had replaced the strange connection which had blossomed between the two of you in Madripoor and in Riga and to your surprise, that was what hurt you the most, more so even than the knowledge that you’d die.

Your mind flew back to the moment in the abandoned building, when it’d been you pressing a knife against his throat. It was then that you realized you just wouldn’t be able to hurt him. Even now, when it was him or you, you knew it in your heart that you couldn’t hurt him. So, you let go of the knife you’d been clutching like a lifeline, letting him take it and wield it against you.

The cold steel of the deadly blade made contact with the soft skin on your neck, Zemo still only inches apart from you, but his hand holding the weapon didn’t shake as he pressed it to the spot where your pulse was hammering wildly like a trapped hummingbird. And still, despite everything Helmut Zemo had done, despite everything he was about to do – you still couldn’t hate him. The only defiance you were putting up now was the one glittering in your eyes, and Zemo seemed to realize that you’d stopped fighting him. For a few heartbeats, you just stared at each other, breathless, gasping for air, tangled up together like lovers rather than enemies.

“I still don’t want to hurt you”, you whispered, momentarily stunned by your own unabashed straightforwardness.

Then, the expression in Zemo’s eyes softened and the sharp glint of rage vanished. He blinked, and the cold sensation of the blade against your throat disappeared with the clank of metal on the ground as he let go of the knife.

The tightness of his grip around your wrists vanished but the intensity in his gaze kept pinning you in place like a deer in headlights once again. You watched as his eyes briefly travelled to your lips and he leaned towards you until the two of you were only inches apart, so close that his warm breath was fanning across your face like the softest caress, eliciting the feeling of a swarm butterflies fluttering in the cage of your chest. The moment of hesitation was only brief until finally, Zemo’s eyes fluttered close and his lips met yours, capturing them in a searing, passionate kiss that stole the breath from you and sent your stomach into the sensation of free fall. And before you could contemplate the still bleeding stab wound on your side or the traitorous act of kissing the enemy or the fact that Sharon and Karli were still somewhere in that room with you, you realized that to you, none of these things mattered. The only thing that mattered was this; his lips moving against yours, the tickle of his soft fur collar against your cheeks, the intoxication sensation of his fingers gently tangling in your hair as he found you returning the kiss, pulling you even closer against him. A soft sigh escaped Zemo’s lips, and you let the world vanish around you as every single one of your senses honed in on him, his every touch making your pulse quicken and you let yourself get lost in his kiss, his hot breath against you and your hands shot up to thread through his soft, tousled hair, doing what you should’ve done – what you’d wanted to do – in that empty old house in Riga, leaving you breathless and craving more of his kisses and the addictive sensations of his touches that left your mind dizzy and spinning.

When you shifted your weight a little to press yourself closer against his firm chest, the pain of the injury in your side flared again, and you gasped, this time in pain. Zemo pulled away, his hands moving to support your back so you wouldn’t fall back. He looked as flushed and flustered as you felt, though his eyes were frantically scanning your face for any sign that he’d done something wrong, that he’d overstepped, until his gaze flitted to the blood pooling beneath you. Worry crept into his expression.

“Apologies”, he murmured when he placed you gently on the ground and ripped away a piece of cloth from his sweatshirt to press against your injury and staunch the flow of crimson.

You winced at the pressure.

“That’s not very sterile.”

“It’s freshly laundered”, Zemo remarked, still a little breathless from the kiss you’d shared.

“But weren’t you on the run?”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean I have to avoid five-star hotels.”

In the silence that draped around you, your gaze wandered towards the slumped figure of Karli at the other side of the room, both of them still unconscious.

“I take it you’ll refrain from killing me in the future”, you assessed.

“I refrained from killing you when Walker had injected you with the serum”, Zemo said quietly. “I wanted to do it. But I couldn’t.”

“It pretty much seemed like you’d made up your mind when you were pressing a knife against my carotid artery”, you retorted, earning a soft laugh from him.

“You mean after you attacked me with your super soldier powers?” He tilted his head and offered you another of his mischievous smirk that made his eyes sparkle.

“Point taken”, you grinned. “So, what changed your mind about super soldiers?”

“Oh, it didn’t change. It only changed regarding one particular super soldier.” He leaned towards you again, closing some of the space between you before his tone turned serious. “You didn’t choose to be a super soldier. Walker forced that choice upon you, so if anyone deserves to be eradicated, it would be him. Apart from that…” he drifted off, as if carefully searching for the right words. It was the first time that Zemo, quick-witted and always ready with a clever remark, seemed actually speechless.

“Apart from me being an exceptional kisser?”, you jested, but his expression stayed serious.

“Apart from the fact that I couldn’t destroy the one thing I found I care about other than revenge after all these years. I realized that I don’t want to be the villain of your story.”

You hadn’t expected such a confession from the Baron, but it made your heart sing with happiness and you took a steadying breath to tell him about your own feelings you’d been harbouring for him –

“IS THAT ZEMO?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” The shout was disrupted by a static buzzing, but it was clearly Bucky’s voice sounding from the comm Sharon had ripped from you and thrown into some dark corner, and he was clearly annoyed. “WHATEVER YOU DO, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW, WE’RE NOT IN A FUCKING SHAKESPEARE PLAY!”

“Bucky! How much…did you hear?”, you asked cautiously, but the reply didn’t come.

“I think he knows”, Zemo commented, his wicked grin telling you that he didn’t feel sorry at all about it.

You reached out and shifted the piece of cloth he was still pressing against your side, and your eyes widened as you saw that the seams of the wound had started knitting together already, the bleeding stopped. Maybe being a super soldier wasn’t that bad, after all. It certainly had its perks.

“He’s right, though. I need to get to the GRC building as fast as possible,” you said, slowly getting back on your feet to retrieve your own gun from under the palette of bricks and grab your – miraculously still intact – comm device.

“Well, what a convenient coincident that I’ve got a car parked outside. And Sharon Carter is the Power Broker, by the way.”

The sleek black two-seater sports car was parked just outside the construction ground, and its headlights winked as Zemo unlocked it.

You walked around, grabbing the doorhandle of the passenger’s side – and the whole door came loose with the screech of metal ripped apart. You gaped at the loose door in your grip.

“Um. I’m sorry.”

“That one was new”, Zemo commented with a frown, and you carefully placed the car door on the pavement beside you.

“Well, it’s not as if you’ve got fifty other cars stockpiled in that gloomy little family bunker of yours in Berlin”, you retorted with a winning grin and slid into the seat, Zemo settling into the driver’s seat beside you.

“It had the potential to be a new favourite. This model is even bullet-proof –“, he argued.

The sudden cracking sound of splintering glass behind you made the two of you jolt and whirl in your seats, facing the rear window, its glass torn in the pattern of a spider’s web around a bullet hole.

“Bullet-proof”, you echoed drily. “I think they pulled you over the barrel when you bought it.”

A devilish smirk lit up Zemo’s handsome features, and your heart did a little backflip. “I never said I bought it.”

“Wait – you stole it?”

Zemo tilted his head in contemplation. “I blew up the U.N. but you draw the line at car theft?”

Another bullet hit the back of the car, and through the now torn rear window, you could make out a slim figure striding towards you, blond ponytail whipped by the wind. Sharon. Even without seeing her expression, you could feel how furious she was, marching towards your car, the limp nearly vanished from her gait and her hand – freshly bandaged – aiming a new gun at the two of you.

“I see you didn’t kill the private matters”, she called out at Zemo, “How unfortunate. Guess I’ll have to do it myself, then.”

“DRIVE!!”, you shouted just as Zemo started the ignition, and you were pushed back into your seat as the car jolted forwards with a deep purr of the engine.

A look at the road behind of you revealed five people on motorbikes following you, their black masks streaked with red.

“The Flagsmashers are back”, you said, and the car accelerated, as did your pursuers. The wind was tearing at you through the gaping hole where the passenger door was supposed to be.

“We’re not fast enough!”

“I can see that”, Zemo replied, and his calmness did nothing to quell the panic rising in your chest.

“They nearly got us!”

“I can see that, as well.”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?!”

“IT CERTAINLY WONT’T HELP IF WE JUST START SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER!”, Zemo finally shouted, and a bullet whirred past you, hitting the radio display at the centre console of the car. The display flickered around the bullet lodged there, and Celine Dion started blaring through the speakers at deafening volume.

“Okay, that’s it”, you grumbled against the sound of the first few lyrics of My Heart Will Go On.

“Not my playlist”, Zemo remarked with a bemused sideways glance at you, and you grabbed your gun out of its holster, the other hand grabbing the handle on the car’s roof while you leaned out of the open passenger’s side to shoot at your pursuers, ignoring the dull throb of your healing stab wound. One of them crashed from his bike; the other two started firing at you, and you could feel Zemo grabbing your waist to pull you back into the relative safety the car.

“Four left”, you panted. There was a thump from above, and Zemo and you stared at each other in astonishment.

“Please not again”, you muttered under your breath, just as metal groaned and screeched and the roof was torn away from the car as if it was made of paper-mâché, and you shrieked in horror, but your bullet hit home and the super soldier tumbled down from the back of the car and hit the road.

A hysterical giggle bubbled up your throat as you noticed Zemo’s frustrated expression at the loss of the car’s roof. “Well, cabriolets are way cooler, anyway.”, you snickered and patted his shoulder, “At least now it’s matching the missing passenger door.”

“I can’t wait to have a strong drink and a bath”, he grumbled in response, the composure of an experienced assassin embracing him like a second coat.

More gunshots were ringing through the night and the two of you ducked, the protective shield of the roof now gone and three more Flagsmashers – probably all of them super soldiers – still on your heels while Zemo was speeding towards the GCR building downtown with the calm determination of an experienced race car driver.

You tried to twist around in your seat to shoot back at the bikers, but the wind tearing at you from the missing car door made aiming backwards difficult, watering your eyes and throwing you off balance. With an annoyed huff, you finally turned around towards Zemo and eyed the considerable space between him and the steering wheel. A sly grin spreading on your lips, you pressed yourself into that gap, chest to his and the steering wheel jabbing your ribs, straddling him to face your pursuers and fired the first round of bullets over his shoulder, all the while ignoring the Baron’s surprised yelp and the motion of the car weaving from side to side.

“Damn it”, you cursed as the first string of shots missed their aim, “Eyes on the road, Zemo!”, you bellowed, aiming again. Beneath you, the Baron shifted to get a better glance at the road ahead, one of his hands slightly grabbing your waist to stabilize you as he did, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your nerves.

Your finger pulled the trigger for the next shot – and the gun let out an empty klick. Oh no. A string of curses left your lips.

“Get my gun! In my left pocket!”, Zemo yelled above the howling headwind and the Celine Dion song still blasting out of the car speakers and you complied, your hand sliding downwards across his – remarkably firm – chest, his muscles rippling under your palm as he shifted again to grant you better access to the gun. You gripped at it and Zemo jolted.

“That’s not the gun!”

Oh my. You could feel heat creep up your cheeks, glad he couldn’t see your face as his wicked laughed vibrated through your body, “Apologies, but you’re very…close.”

You slid your hand upwards and finally brushed against something cold and metallic.

“Got it!”

You tore the gun from his coat pocked and aimed anew, this time hitting your targets. They dropped from their motorbikes and you let yourself fall back into your own seat with a shaky sigh.

Zemo, eyes firmly on the road ahead and that devilish little smirk tugging at his lips, took his gun from your hand and shot the centre of the radio display, the bullet lodging beside the first, effectively silencing the tune of My Heart Will Go On.

“Next time, I’m going to pick the music”, he said.

“Y/N! Where are you?!” This time, it was Sam shouting at you through the Comm, and you placed your hand over your ear to better understand him.

“We’re on our way”, you hollered back, reading the signs above the road as they passed in a blur. “Maybe a few minutes.”

“WE? Who’s with you?”

Before you could think of the best way to reply, Bucky beat you to it. “Zemo. They tried to kill at each other and I’m pretty sure they made out while we were busy saving the day.”

“WHAT?! Buck’s joking. Tell me he’s joking.”

You bit your lip.

“Aw come on, REALLY? You’ll drag his ass back to jail when this is over!”

“We got rid of a few Flagsmashers and Karli is unconscious and injured; you shouldn’t have any problems to get and arrest her,” you switched the topic.

Zemo made a sharp turn, and the car tore up the road towards a row of skyscrapers.

“I assume it’s the one on fire”, Zemo stated drily. There were flashing blue lights ahead, a jumble of police cars, firefighter trucks and ambulances, the smoke of the burning building making you cough as you neared the scene. And there was a silhouette in the sky, soaring down, the wide span of his wings majestic against the starless, smoke-hazed night sky above the glittering city lights. Sam. The shield in his hand flashed, reminding you of the Northern Star. It was fitting.

Someone shouted, and your glance flew back down towards the road ahead – and the dark silhouette Zemo knocked down with the car with a loud rumble before he finally hit the brakes and you came to a stop.

“You hit someone,” you gasped, but were only met with a satisfied little smirk. Someone grabbed the bonnet of the sports car to help them up, and you gasped when you recognized the figure.

“You’ve hit John Walker.”

The man looked a little dazed but didn’t seem hurt.

“How careless of me”, Zemo shrugged.

Then, chaos erupted around you.

The driver’s door was ripped open, and there was Bucky, grabbing Zemo’s fur collar and dragging him out of the car with angry sparks in his eyes. You jumped up to step in, but hands grabbed you and pulled you through the open space of the missing passenger’s side door and onto the asphalt. The Dora. Your heart sank as you met Ayo’s gaze. Behind her, Sam’s silhouette landed gracefully, a limp figure in his arms. It was Karli, and she was dead.

“Sharon shot her”, he murmured into his comm, and you could barely hear him over the shouts of the people surrounding you. Your gaze kept flitting across the scene, catching a blur of dark hair and a furry white collar. Your heart sank with dread. The Dora were leading Zemo away, away from you –

“NO!”, you shouted, but Ayo’s grip on your arms was firm and unyielding and serum or no serum, you were tired and injured. “PLEASE! He – he helped!”, you tried again, tears of desperation mixing with the sweat and soot from the falling ashes around you like black snow.

“Nothing you say and nothing he could do will ever clean his hands”, Ayo said, way gentler than her grip around your upper arms. “There is nothing you can do.”

And suddenly, Sam was beside you, pulling you against him while your silent tears streaked his new suit, the stars and stripes of the legacy he’d chosen to carry on.

“Let them take him”, he said gently. “Promise that you’ll let them take me.”

And with a single sob, you finally nodded. “I promise.”

The days that followed the fight and Sam’s speech in front of the GRC passed like a haze. Your wound was healed, the questions answered – you didn’t tell Sam and Bucky about Sharon being the Power Broker to let them take the rest they deserved, and you didn’t tell anyone else because seeing you arrive at the scene with Helmut Zemo, your breakdown over the Dora taking him back to prison, had left a remarkable dent in your credibility in the eyes of government and the public. When it was time to go home, you went with Sam and Bucky, back to Sam’s family in Louisiana, gathering your thoughts, celebrating the repair of the family boat.

And when the sun began to set over the gentle waves and tinted the sky a beautiful red, and friends and neighbours began to dance, you quietly stood from your bench.

“What’re you up to?”, Bucky’s voice sounded from behind, his expression worried. “The party only started. If you’re looking for a dance partner –“ He winked, and you laughed.

“I’m sorry”, you said. “There’s a point on my to do list that really needs to be taken care of.”

Bucky nodded. He understood to do lists better than every other person.

“Stay safe and call us, all right?”

You gave him a nod, a smile you really meant, and vanished into the crowd.

Humans are the weakest point in any technical system, Bucky had once said, and turns out, he’d been right. Turns out as well that the inconspicuous old butler Oeznik was as skilled with computers and security systems as he was loyal.

“Those are some fancy slippers you’re wearing, Liebling”, you purred with a smile playing at your lips as you looked through the glass wall of his cell. Zemo had been reclining on the bed, a book in his hands and a steaming cup of tea on a table beside him. At the sound of your voice, his head snapped up and a playful smirk tugged at his lips.

You grabbed the electronic lock sealing his cell door shut and tore it off with the ease of tearing apart a piece of paper, and the glass slid open with a barely audible woosh.

Zemo made his way towards you, a glint of surprise in his face, and came to stand in front of you, tilting his head.

“Did the criminal mastermind not anticipate that I’d come and get him back?”, you teased.

“You’d made it clear on more than one occasion that you were more than ready to – how did you phase it? – drag my ass back to prison. To what do I owe the change of mind?”, he replied, that playful glint in his hazel eyes making your breath catch in your throat. He slowly raised his hands and cupped your face with a gentleness you’d have never believed him capable of a few weeks prior.

“I found myself falling for the criminal mastermind with the pretty fur-collared coat”, you replied with quiet seriousness and this time, it was you who closed the space between the two of you, humming as he returned the kiss with so much passion and sweetness that it made your knees weak and sent your mind spinning.

“Do you really want to do this?”, he finally whispered as he broke the kiss. “You’d be a wanted criminal as well. Probably there’s a whole life on the run waiting for you if you do. I would understand if that’s not what you wanted, Liebling.”

The concern in his voice was real, and your heart soared.

“You told me there’d be luxury hotels involved in that life on the run,” you jested and took his hands in yours. “Maybe, deep down in my heart, I’m not that heroic”, you continued, returning back to your seriousness, “Maybe heroes shouldn’t fall for the villain, but here I am. If that makes me a villain as well, so be it.” You took a deep breath, and the smile he gave you lit up his features and stole your heart all over again.

“So, where would you like to go, my love?”

With a wink, you replied, “Well, Sharon got her pardon. She needs to be stopped and I’ve set my mind on dragging her traitorous ass to prison. But after that, a tropical island far away from all the drama of the world would be amazing. But first, we need to grab a pair of those fancy prison slippers for myself on the way out.”

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sheep33hallow · 3 years ago

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Hey, this is my side blog, so I won't be able to reply on a post or follow with this username.

I do appreciate any reblog, likes or comments I do get <3

So, I can talk through messages or ask. <3

Fandoms:

Naruto, Tokyo Revengers, DC comics, My Hero Academia, Star Wars, Hunter X Hunter

AO3 Profile

My Hero Academia

Please ignore the milkshakes in my yard

Aroace!Bakugou running errands until aromantic!Izuku comes home.

Welcome Home: Shouto/Enji

Shouto wonders if it’s worth it to resist the allure of his Alpha father, Enji

Olive Branch: Bakugou/Deku

Izuku has been with Katsuki for 15 years, he decided it’s time, as an best selling author, to air their dirty laundry about Katsuki’s cheating.

Little Izuku Bakugou/Izuku Part 1 Part 2

They've been dating for a while and Katsuki has been wanting to change Izuku's diaper for a while. Izuku feel like it's finally time to indulge more into their kink together.

Deluxe Apartment in the Sky Bakugou/Izuku

Izuku in his old age was tired of Waiting

Silly Kids

But Midoriya, dropping into this depressed ass state was not on his bingo cards. What that little shit has to be depressed about he doesn't know.

Tokyo Revengers (All TakemichixMIkey)

I told you

Takemichi has to make a decision. The best decision for the situation at hand. He decides to leave.

I wear my fur pelts

A sweet Omega named Takemichi, tattoos the face of the Alpha Viking King, Mikey

Big Boy

Mikey finds a use for the in need Cat Hybrid!Takemichi

Pu*sy Talk

MIkey just thinks Takemichi’s p==sy just hits different

So you see me?

Takemichi is a pregnant omega that has a target he likes to stalk and take pictures of

So was it worth it?

Idols Takemichi and Mikey are caught on camera giving a bl*wjob.

I still think about it (2)

Mikey thinks Takemichi’s baby is quite ugly. He thinks he can do a better job than Takemichi’s husband

Tempo

When Takemichi laid sight on those young dark eyes, he didn't expect it to rule his life. He was lost in a sea of making this his priority. He refused to let go of his own free will.

Tag: fluff, angst, underage(Adult! Takemichi messes with some kids and kid!Mikey at times) all consensual

+Read at your own discretion+

Tis the season

Mikey, also known as Krampus, goes to the North Pole on a necessary trip, there he meets a young man named, Takemichi (Inspired by Hades and Persephone)

Oh, Sorry to hear that (ChifuyuxBaji)

Baji wants to be with the love of his life, but there is one thing he has to deal with first.

Sadated (DrakenxMikey)

Draken knew who he was mated too. So his request on a whim shouldn't be much of a surprise.

Batman/Superman SuperBat

Zombie House Husband Clark

As the name suggest.

Entrapment

5+1 Hera!Bruce, Zeus!Clark, 5 times one of Clark’s affairs thought he didn’t care about his Bruce and one time they found out how deep their twisted love is.

Piercings 3

Clark is not a fan of marriage Jon off.

Piercings 2

Clark was not in the mood to be stopped tonight (D**con)

Kiki’s Delivery Service AU

Kiki!Bruce offers a service to a person in need(Under**e)

Piercings 7

Everyone is a hybrid, adoption, Bro++els, under++e

Entrapement Side Story

Clark is reminded why he married Bruce

Death Note AU

UnWind (Entrapment part 3)

Bruce: Giver of Life, lover of people and Queen of the Gods.

Silky Messes

Kryptonian born and raised Kal-El has taken a liking to the earth warrior, and no powers human, Bruce Wayne.

NARUTO

Most like it like a Tuesday afternoon NaruSasu

Naruto comes home

Bad days to Knot Exist (KakashixIruka)

Who said bea___ality is outdated

Eyes, Nose Lips (NaruSasu)

(All the parts are not currently on Tumblr but is on AO3)

Yakuza!Naruto wants to kill Sasuke’s mate to claim him as his own.

Part 1

Double Rainbow

Soulmates find each when you pee on them.

Friends with Money

Geisha!Sasuke has another visit from his favorite customer, Naruto. This visit goes different than planned.

Peek a Boo (1) (2) (3)

Naruto and Sasuke are exes who are co-parenting their child, Menma. Something dangerous brings them back together.

Who’s there, ShikaNeji (Peek A Boo Spinoff) (1) (2) (3) (4)

Divorced Father, Shikamaru gets involved with a very self assured, Beta named Neji

Twist and Duck

Naruto likes Sasuke to be his buddy on the ice when a fight happens. His personal support rival, if you will.

Action Speaks

HUNTER X HUNTER

We Can(IllumixHisoka)

Illumi and Hisoka living domestically.

Killua is shocked by the household he has moved into.

I work the night shift (IllumixHisoka, KuroKura) Part 2

Kurapika finds out that he is pregnant from his long term fuck buddy, Kuroro

Pastels

To understand his husband better, Illumi studies Lolita and Lolita fashion

DEMON SLAYER/ KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Temptation owns a dog(AkazaXKyoujuro)

Akaza is confused by his friend, Kyourou’s behavior

I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring(ZenitsuXTengen)

Zenitsu wonders why no one believes him when he say Tengen is a pervert.

Was it more than a chance?(ZenitsuXTengen) Ch1, Ch2, Ch3 Ch4 CH5

Zenitsu is enjoying his dating lifestyle and hopes it will continue to be more one day, but right now all he needs is Tengen to keep his unnecessary commentary to himself.

You Can Have That (SanemiXGiyuu) Rating: G

BLACK PANTHER

Sterilize my Mate (1) (2)

Omegas cannot get sterilized unless they have their Alphas permission, T’Challa ask his best friend, Erik to pose as his Alpha to get his request granted. Erik is in love with T’Challa, so this is a challenge for him

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Decisions and Destinations (1)

SukuIta: During a zombie apocalypse, brothers Sukuna and Itadori's heat and ruts linked up creating a new life. Now they are trying to figure out what the next step is for them (Alpha!Sukuna, Omega!Itadori

Dexter (SukaIta) (1)

SUPERNATURAL

Talk Shop (Wincest) ABO, Post Mpreg

"Why's our baby so fat?"

"Because you used me like a cum dump, and it went all into this creature."

SlapStick Skeleton (Wincest) Fondling

Sam saw a pretty thing try to walk past him.

Brothercore (Wincest)

Dean was feeling aches while on vacation.

WIND BREAKER ANIME

So what's next? (TogameXSakura)

Suo is telling Sakura lies about Togame

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starsfic · 3 years ago

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#set weeks after hunting palismen and hunter and luz now have bonding over wild magic and getting rid of kiki's attempts to kill hunter

My Top Posts in 2021

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MK: Wh-

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MK: Why are you screaming?!

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Sun Wukong: I am the Monkey King, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. I am the defeater of a thousand warriors. I am-

Tripitaka: *squishing his cheeks* So squishy!

Wukong: ...true.

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The moment you realize Odalia and Eda are on complete opposite ends of the shady business spectrum

Odalia- Appearing to be completely legitimate while her company is a union nightmare.

Eda- Appearing to be completely illegal while actually harming nobody (except for their pockets).

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I have a HC that little Mirabel and Camilo liked to hang out together and one of their favorite places was Bruno's tower when he was doing oracle stuff.

So Camilo's bit in We Don't Talk About Bruno might be what he remembered, twisted by time and age and general secrecy around Bruno.

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Amity: *carrying Luz bridal style and talking to her sweetly*

Edric: *sprints past, carrying Hunter over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes while Hunter is screaming*

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jinterlude · 4 years ago

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Bangtan Anime Club Recruitment Event

Welcome to the Bangtan Anime Club!

Do you love all things related to Japanese culture? Are you looking for fellow manga & anime lovers to discuss and gush over the latest episode? Maybe squeal over a certain “waifu/husbando”? Then look no further than the newly established Bangtan Anime Club created by a few fantastic people at BHQ! Our recruitment period will last for the entire month. We encourage all writers to reblog this official post so that people can follow and request a little something! When posting your drabbles, please tag them with #bhqdrabbles, so that some of the club managers can see; however, it is not a requirement to do so.

Now, when the recruitment month is coming to a close, the club managers will randomly select three participating authors and give them a special shout out in the network’s discord server! Suppose you personally attend our excellent school (basically a member of @bangtan-headquarters). In that case, I hear from the school president that you will be getting some fantastic perks, which you can check them out here!

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Please reach out to your local sports anime-loving manager, @jinterlude & your local fantasy anime-loving manager, @nightowls388 , if you have any questions!

A special shout out to @kimtaehyunq for this amazing header!

Without further ado, let’s check out the list of requirements to join the club!

» If you’re curious as to what’s already been written, then check out the masterlist here! «

➟ Anime Inspirations:

Naruto

Bleach

Daily Lives Of Highschool Boys

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Fairy Tale

One Piece

Pokémon

Sailor Moon (strong heroines)

Boku no Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

Sports - Diamond no Ace, Haikyuu, Free, Prince of Tennis, Kuroko’s no Basuke, etc.

Spirited Away

Howl’s Moving Castle

Kiki’s Delivery Service

Princess Mononoke

➟ Location Prompts:

Lunch in a university café

University Club

Training Room

Anime Convention

Magical Arena

Sports Field/Gym

School Yard

Shoe Locker

Exam Room

➟ Dialogue Prompts:

“You’re such a baka! I hate you!”

“All you ever do is train to be a ninja! I want you to take me on dates!”

“I’m a Pokémon trainer.”

“Being Hokage is totally lame.”

I will protect you - no matter what the cost.”

“Keep your mouth shut or both our lives will be in danger.”

“My Nakama is everything to me.”

“Are you stupid? You could have gotten killed!” “I don’t care, I had to save you.”

“Empty words, prove it with action.”

“Yes. I am happy. Because I was able to meet someone like you.”

“To hate something that you used to love is such a painful feeling.”

“Even if everyone in the whole world dies, I won’t care, as long as my beloved survives.”

“Sometimes the things that matter most are right in front of you.”

“Only old men think that men are better than women these days!”

“People don’t fall in love based on looks. That’s a scientific fact!”

➟ Scenario Prompts:

Person A discovers Person B has a secret. They’re a Magical Warrior who fights evil beings alone every night.

Person A runs away from your village and Persona B tries to bring them back.

Person A is sitting alone at an anime convention and Persona B invites them to join their group of friends.

Person A falls into a magical spring that makes them shift between genders. Person B falls in as well, but they shift into a giant panda or animal of writer's choice.

Person A and Person B are regulars on the school’s sports team who are fighting for their manager’s attention, Person C.

Person A has an important sporting game of writer's choice coming up and has been overworking themselves in preparation. Person B reminds them to slow down and take care of themselves.

Persona A lives in a world where superpowers flourish and superheroes run the world. The only problem is Person A was born without powers. Persona B decides to give their powers to Persona A for the reason of the writer's choice.

Person A recently adopted a new cat that seemed very friendly at the store. As time goes on, Person A notices their cat disappears for days at a time, and each time it returns home brings with it a strange magical item.

Persona A is out walking one night and suddenly hears someone say hey. When they turn around to look, they see a group of seven strange cats standing under a street lamp.

Person A is fed up with dating, so they decide to order a custom made robot boyfriend off the website "Absolute Boyfriend."

Person A moves to a new town/school and is the only one that notices that one (or seven) of their classmates are OBVIOUSLY not human but no one else notices and think they're weird when they bring it up

Person A joins an elite culinary school only to find that Person B (their rival) has joined.

Person A has dreamed of becoming a Pokémon trainer their entire life and traveling the world solo. However, Person B, their rival suddenly challenges them to a battle, with the condition that if they win, Person A must never let their side.

Person A is a college student in a normal world when suddenly they get a knock on the door and it turns out to be their favorite anime asking for help.

Person A can see spirits. Being around one of the seven men, makes the spirits disappear. One takes notice to Person A only to find out they are promised to them.

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obiyuki-beebs · 5 years ago

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CH 116 thoughts / discussion

mkah spoiler / discussion and no cut.

I’m going back to thinking about the 115 post (reblogged directly below this one or in the obiyuki content page on my blog) I did and how that bottle is just like the one Touka Bergatt told his brothers “wont work on him”. So now we know that this bottle of perfume (and is perfume, not poison as I had previously thought) that is basically hypnotic pheromone juice. Touka apparently cannot be influenced by it. Was that what was used to lure in and kill Touka’s father? I think so.

Remember in the early days (ch. 28) when Mitsuhide smelled that smashed potion and went nuts over Zen for a chapter?

While it may not be the same potion, it does have similar hypnotic properties. This potion is described by Garack as being associated to what we are thinking of at the time, or more particularly, producing a strong reaction to a deeply held loyalty (a type of love). Mitsuhide is worried about Zen, who he already has a strong relationship with. This potion seems to have enhanced feelings that were already there.

That was the same instance that was used as the final test for Shirayuki’s court herbalist apprenticeship, which she passed. I think that counts as a strong memory that may influence this arc as well if she and Ryuu recall the test in their brainstorming and investigation.

We did not get a name for the plant, and it is simply referred to as the blue flower drug. While I’m not supposing Sorata was planting an easter egg so early, I do think she may be using a similar premise of hypnotic (at the very least).

Back to 116....

You can see in this depiction of Yozumi that his eyes are blank. We get confirmation that he was hypnotized, but I think we should remember this look for future encounters as it provides insight to the effect the perfume has.

After she hits him to get him away, he looks shaken. Shirayuki sees how strongly his emotion is affected by this. Yozumi is tearing up with obvious pain in his eyes. What happened to his lover? He asks repeatedly for Shirayuki to leave, facing away from her, clearly fighting the hypnotic temptation. Look at his face in the next image. Why is he so distraught? What about his lover and the perfume are so upsetting? This might also provide some insight on why he’s so protective of the perfume bottle. Is it all he has left of his lover? Did she die? Missing? Was he betrayed?

“I took it with me in secret.”

Did he steal the perfume from her?

Yozumi -- who will not name his lover but we can almost definitely infer is Mm. Liera or in some way connected to her -- reacts to some of the perfume that Shirayuki placed on her collar. This means that the perfume is not the same as the potion described in ch 28, so is it the same plant in a different formulation? Or is it a different plant that also has hypnotic effects?

(as a side note, I wonder how effective washing out the perfume is? Washing off of your skin, sure, fool proof that eventually the substance will be gone. But with fabric? It might be much more difficult to clean. Maybe Shirayuki is using the pepper Ryuu gave her to wash her collar? If there is somehow leftover potion on her clothes, will some unsuspecting gentleman get a whiff of trace potion and be swayed to make a move? I would like to see shirayuki in proximity to obi for this hypothetical... this whole paragraph seems silly now that I’m editing but I’m leaving it).

“When I was beside him, he seemed like he was in pain.”

Emotional pain? Physical pain?

Yozumi seems to have been ‘addicted’ to his lover by means of this perfume, and describes withdrawal symptoms when he was separated from her for more than a few days.

Withdrawal -- physical withdrawal -- is serious and a sign that the body has become accustomed to a stimulus, that being in contact with the stimulus is the bodies new normal.

However..... I’m not sure how closely we are supposed to compare that to withdrawal in the real world. I (used to) work in healthcare and still think like a nurse... I can’t help but apply that line of thought when Shirayuki is also a health care professional. Court Herbalist seems to cover sides of modern nursing and modern pharmacy. I think it’s more likely that the perfume is a vehicle for manipulation -- a lure for an assassin to exploit -- rather than so severely addictive that it incapacitates someone.

That being said, Yozumi is still addicted to the smell of the perfume. Addiction psyche will often have you rationalize and seek out the source of your addiction, even if you know it’s the wrong thing to do. Will he try to seek his lover out? Is she alive? Is she a villain!? All I’m sure of is that she is associated with the Bergatt scheme (re same bottle, etc), and is part of the untrustworthy faction in the North that will try to reclaim Wilant and its territories.

Can Yozumi be trusted out and about? Lol no. Probably not. Who does he kinda look like? Obi bb..... Spy time? Will the knights ball be a masquerade?! WILL OBI AND SHIRAYUKI GO TOGETHER WEARING MASKS?! ahem I hope so. With close proximity dance & perfume. I hope we get some Obi x Shirayuki confronting the tension between them. Maybe the perfume / knights ball will be the catalyst?

Then. Yozumi is contacted by someone he has never met and invited to meet, and this woman has the same scent. This woman is connected to the original lover, and whoever supplies the ‘perfume.’ Probably the Bergatts and their loyalists. This encounter with the perfume alerted Yozumi that he should be suspicious of the lover and the scent, which catches us up to the present and why he has come to see court herbalists.

So this perfume ... basically makes people horny .....there’s going to be a ton of temptation shit going on and I am so here for it.

this post is already so long ...... my arthritis is so bad rn but I’m so pumped about the chapter I’m popping 800 mg ibuprofen and trucking on thank you so much for reading up to this point

So ... the identity of the lover. We know she is high born, and is the daughter of a Viscount. We can assume she’s from the North. There seems to be a network of women working with and / under Mm. Liera to tempt and manipulate chosen parties (Yozumi, Touka’s Father, etc).

Shirayuki and Ryuu plan to send their observations to the pharmacists of Lyrias, with “people they can trust.” Eisetsu became a little more suspicious to me in this chapter. His reaction to people we can trust was odd when you reflect on it, especially after he OBVIOUSLY LIES ABOUT KNOWING MM LIERA at the end of the chapter. Obi can tell that Eisetsu is hiding something.

Bullet points from here on out because handswristselbowsandshoulders are literally on fire haha arthritis !!!!!

Other thoughts:

I wonder what Mitsuhide and Kiki were talking about on their walk in the woods? How curious. Maybe they are discussing the state of the North and theorizing similar to how we are? IS THIS META SORATA (p not)

I love the interaction between Ryuu and Shirayuki when she has finished washing off the perfume and she thanks Ryuu for coming with her and Obi ... happy family ... peers who trust ... coworker you can rely on .. ♡(｡- ω -)

lol Eisetsu “vetoed” but I mean he seemed to get a clue after Yozumi mentioned her being from a Viscount family.

Another suspicious Eisetsu moment ... Does he know who Yozumi Iriz is? Apparently so.

I might be totally off base in suspecting Eisetsu. Maybe he’s one of the good guys. It’s too early to just explicitly trust, especially in a part of the country that is known to be hostile to ProWistalFamily. I am pretty back and forth about if I trust him, though. I want to. I think he’s funny and that he seems genuinely good. But idk. My hackles are raised.

It brought me SUCH JOY that Obi came back after the rains, with the flowers blooming. (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

Wasn’t that little agreement clap between Shirayuki and Eisetsu much like the high five that Obi and Shirayuki do? Maybe Yuki did that to put herself at ease, almost like she too is trying to trust Eisetsu.

d r a m a ? ? ! !

People are covering for Mm. Liera and her crew. They are associated and probably working closely with the Bergatt loyalists. What will be next?

We will hear more about the upcoming Knight’s Ball

More research conducted on effect of perfume and its properties

Will it be related to the blue plant from ch 28?

Will a spy be sent to Lyrias to intercept research on the perfume? This is more of my Hackles Incorporated TM business mentioned before re Eisetsu and if he can be trusted.

BACK TO WAITING!

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sharinluna · 5 years ago

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MLQC Chapter 18 Part B Translation

DO NOT COPY, QUOTE, REPOST OR REBLOG THIS ANYWHERE. Links are okay but I don’t want this post to spread too much in other communities or websites.

This is not a full translation, only some parts. It’s more like a abbreviation/summary/paraphrasing of some parts of the story. Do not ask me to translate more or reveal more plots in the story.

The translation is based on KR version text. I’m not a professional translator and get things wrong. So do not regard this as the actual canon story.

I used Yōurán as the name of MC because that is the unofficial default MC’s name in CN version.

READ THE PREVIOUS TRANSLATIONS otherwise you won’t understand a thing. Search mlqc translations and they will pop up.

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According to “me”, the world would come to an end six days later.

I went upstairs to the attic. I saw Victor leaning on a dusty wall, asleep. He looked so forlorn like this. His shirt was wrinkled and he held the glass cup from yesterday. The broken pieces were patched up together. Even though he was sleeping, he was holding onto it lest it broke again.

I felt like choking up as I sat down next to him quietly. I noted that he lost so many weights. There were dark shadows under his eyes and he looked haggard. He didn’t look like Victor at all.

He said he would find my previous self, but didn’t he know that he was also losing his self? The previous Victor was always confident and austere. He would never let anything get to him like this. “Victor” was not supposed to hide in the attic like this, scrunched up and clutching a broken glass…

This was wrong. If I l weren’t such a wreck, he would never have to go through such hardships

I took hold of his hand, and then a vision came before my eyes.

I saw a single streak of tear running down his face.

I saw his trembling hands and pained eyes.

I saw pale light behind him, like the world was ending.

Victor was still asleep. Despair and hopelessness could be seen in his face, like he was afraid that his worst nightmare would come true. I turned around and bit my knuckles hard to stop from crying.

I knew right then and there what I had to do. What decisions I must face.

It’s easy to figure out what’s right and wrong when we are talking about someone else. But when it comes to oneself, selfishness gets in the way. In the end, everyone is inclined to choose themselves over the world.

Someone close to me was faced with a calamity, someone else went missing. Someone gave up their faith. And many more became lost with no place to rely on.

I cannot, and will not escape my fate. I will not excuse myself with cowardly words and weakness.

I wasn’t trying to be heroic, I just wanted to protect everyone I cared about. Sometimes, people are faced in a situation where you can’t really choose anything else. No matter how reluctant, or unwilling I felt, I cannot turn my back on this. If peace would come with my sacrifice… then that’s what I truly wanted.

Victor opened his eyes, saw me and slowly raised himself up.

Victor: How did you get in here?

Yōurán: I found my previous self again…

I smiled at him.

Yōurán: Victor, you’re right. Tomorrow is going to be a better day. I was such a mess last night, I’m sorry! I pulled myself together now. I won’t be like that again, I promise.

Victor handed me the cup and stood up.

Victor: I know what you’re worried about. Don’t underestimate yourself, and don’t underestimate me.

Standing in the sunlight, he looked so strong and majestic. This was what Victor was supposed to be like.

I mouthed the word “thank you” at his back. Victor, you have no idea that you gave me the courage to walk toward the right path. I will never regret the choice I made today. This time, I will take full responsibility and save everyone.

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There was so much to do during the last days of my life.

I came to my deserted office and stroked the plants on my desk. The post it notes next to the desktop computer seemed to urge me to get to work right away. I took them off one by one. Then I wrote the name of every colleague who worked with me.

Anna who was always with me since the beginning, Kiki, always cheerful about everything, Willow, who’s enthusiasm was admirable. Minor, clumsy but endearing… I wrote a letter to each and every one of them and looked around my office for one last time.

After I exited the office building, I went into the nearest store. As I held on to a bag of chips, I wondered if another pair of hands would grab at them too, just like that day. I would turn around and my eyes would meet a pair of eyes that held all the light in the world.

Yōurán: This time, the chips are mine, Kiro.

I whispered as I bought all chips that was left on the shelf, except one bag of chips with a picture of batman on the cover.

Yōurán: But I will leave this one especially for you. Don’t try to take mine when you come back.

Then I went to the orphanage. Despite the world being in turmoil, the children’s smiles were still innocent and carefree. I handed out the chips to them.

Yōurán: Your favorite superstar Kiro asked me to give you these. Keep this a secret between us, but he told me to tell you that everything will soon get better. That there’s no need to be afraid.

The children put their fingers to their lips with wide eyes and vowed to keep the secret. When I was about to leave, a girl grabbed onto my clothes shyly.

Girl: Will you come back soon? No one has visited us for a long time…

I stroked the girl’s head gently, plastering a smile to keep the tears from falling.

Yōurán: When everything becomes normal again, I will come and see you, I promise.

After that lie, I went to Loveland High school. There was no one on the campus. I went to the familiar piano room.

I opened the piano cover and played a melody that connected me and Gavin. If I looked up, maybe I would see gingko leaves dancing in the winds outside the window.

But all melodies, no matter how sweet, must come to an end.

Yōurán: Gavin, it seems that this time, I’m the one who’s leaving you for a change. I hope this is the last farewell between us…

After that, my footsteps took me to the park.

“You know, even if the end of the world did come, it would never come in summer.”

How wrong I was back then…

I walked around the park until I saw a stand selling kites. An old man was drawing pictures on them.

Old man: What picture do you want, Miss?

Yōurán: Not pictures… but I’d like the words “All goes well.” written on them.

Old man: Very well. A simple but powerful wish.

He wrote the worlds with graceful calligraphy.

I took the kite and went to that place underneath the camphor tree. I saw a boy sitting alone under the tree. He looked like the loneliest boy in the world. I sat down next to him.

Yōurán: Were you talking to that cat that just passed by?

Boy: Cats can’t understand people.

He spoke with his head down. I smiled.

Yōurán: Here. Take this.

Boy: Why?

Yōurán: For… telling me that animals can’t talk with people.

He slowly took the kite from my hands and muttered a thank you. I stood up and said goodbye to him.

Boy: Aren’t you going to fly the kite?

Yōurán: It’s not spring anymore. I’ll fly it next spring.

I walked away. Lucien and I promised each other that we would fly kites next spring. It saddened me a little that I would never see another spring in my life.

Lastly, I went to the place where I used to live with my dad. On the walls I could see the marks showing how much I grew every year. I stroked then gingerly.

Yōurán: Dad, we will meet again soon…

Nothing can last forever. But at this moment I felt like I had everything. I felt free, brave and confident.

Yes, it was time to say goodbye to my past and move on. To keep walking forward without turning back…

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Victor and I watched helplessly as all the people infected with the virus turned into thoughtless mobs and slaughtered each other on instinct.

??: This is the true face of humanity. Everyone will deceive you and betray you, but not me.

Yōurán: Who the hell are you?!

??: Like I’ve been saying, I am you. There’s no need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you, because you are me. We are one and the same.

??: I know you made your choice. I’m proud of you. But you don’t really want to die for them, don’t you? I will erase them and claim you on my side again. If they are all gone and we are alone, no one will hurt us ever again. You agree with me, right?

Yōurán: What do you mean?

??: I’m not going to hurt you. I already experienced all the pains that you’ve gone through. At first, I chose to sacrifice myself like you. But no one thanked me or remembered me. They even took my sacrifice as granted. The human race continued to slaughter each other for greed.

Her face revealed endless sorrow, and I could feel her emotions as if it were mine.

??: That’s when I realized that love and trust is nothing more than a delusion. This world doesn’t deserve to be saved. Humankind is evil. I know you don’t believe me. But I wanted you to know that killing them off is they only way to end your pain.

Victor suddenly smirked and looked at her, the another me.

Victor: You are not her. And you can never be her. You may look the same, but your eyes are so different.

??: It doesn’t matter. We will be the same now.

The soldiers started to fire their guns at her. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest like I was shot too. I could feel her pain and hurt as if it were mine as well.

When they seized fire, she stood up. The bullets did nothing to stop her.

??: It quite hurt a lot back there, right? Now do you see that we are one and the same?

Yōurán: No, you can never be me, and I can never be you. Maybe some people are so evil that they don’t deserve to be saved, but you have no right to decide that. We have the law for that.

Yōurán: Yes, I feel hurt and betrayal, but that’s because I love them. The love that came from the people you hate. You are not me, so you can never understand that. You should atone for what you did.

??: Really, and you think my atonement has nothing to do with you? Well, then I’ll start now. It’s going to hurt, but bear with me.

I felt excruciating pain taking all over my body. I could feel her triumph seeping inside my head.

??: I’m going to make you return back inside me now, then I’m going to kill every single human on this earth.

I felt her pain, her cries when we were strapped to the med table, when we experienced the car crash, when we bled together…

She was me. Everything I went through, she did too, and vice versa. Her pain and thoughts were mine as well.

I grabbed on to Victor’s hand.

Yōurán: Victor. I have an idea. It will save everyone. You have to kill me.

Victor: No!

Yōurán: She’s trying to take control of my body. When she does that, nothing can stop her!

I tried to smile reassuringly.

Yōurán: Don’t worry. I’ll survive. You know how stubborn my life is. I faced death many times but I outlived all of them. I will do it this time too. Don’t make me turn into her, please?

Victor: Don’t even think about it!

Yōurán: But this is the future I saw! You can’t change that now!

I finally spoke out what I saw in my vision on the attic that day. In my visions Victor was the one who was ending my life. And my visions always came true.

Please do it, Victor, so that the beautiful future can come, so that the people I love can go on living…

Yōurán: All your life, you were always the winner, right? Well, this time you have to lose. You always told me I was a fool, but I don’t want to be one anymore. I’m going to win this time.

I forced myself to say this as I felt fire burning inside my heart.

Yōurán: Victor, promise me that you won’t be alone. The pain is becoming too much. Please kill me before it’s too late…

Soon, everything will go back to normal. She won’t be able to kill everyone on earth. They will keep on living. I would meet my dad again.

I finally understood that this was a cycle that I couldn’t break out of. There was a reason everything felt so familiar. I have went through this countless times already.

I saw Victor crossing the timelines repeatedly. I saw him throw the pocket watch to the ground and turn back time again.

I saw white light spreading behind him.

Victor: Yōurán, I will never admit that I lost. I am always going to be the one who wins in the end. And I will do what I said I would without fail.

With trembling hands he held a knife. A streak of tear flowed from his eye.

Yōurán: Victor, please don’t forget me…

It wasn’t death that was so painful after all…

As I let go of my life, I thought I heard him say these words.

Victor: I will find you, wherever you are in time and space.

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Happiness was in everyone’s faces. The theme park opened again, and the schools resumed their semester. It was a beautiful world without me.

I turned around and saw another me in another world.

“If I were still a little kid, I definitely wouldn’t let you have the last bag of chips.”

“You should watch yourself. Someone can’t come to your rescue every time.”

“Lucien? What do you want with him?”

“Surprised? You probably thought I would be in a jail rather than a police station, right?”

A single drop of tear fell from my eyes.

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It’s revealed in this chapter that the story thus far is a time loop. MC chose to die for the world many times and after her death another MC is born in a parallel world and repeats the cycle of chapters 1-18.

The dark MC (aka Black Queen) is MC from a parallel world who sacrificed herself to save the world just like this MC did. But according to her, everyone forgot her and took her sacrifice for granted. Feeling betrayed, she plans to kill everyone except MC as a revenge.

Meanwhile, Victor vows that he will find her, turning back time again.

Whenever I read chapter 18 I am reminded of a quote from Harry Potter book 6.

It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.

How you choose is just as important as what you choose. Yōurán chose sacrifice, but she didn’t do it because she was pushed into it out of despair or as a suicide attempt. Her choice is based on her belief and her love for the humanity. That makes her a hero in my eyes rather than a scapegoat.

Thank you all for reading my translations. I skipped out a lot of parts and paraphrased the sentences quite a lot. So I recommend that you regard the official EN translated chapters when they are updated as canon. I just wanted to let you get a glimpse of what’s to come.

I will continue to make more analysis posts, various translations, and miscellaneous others, but chapter translations are going to be on hiatus. When Elex updates chapters 15-18 on EN server, I will continue the future chapter translations starting from chapter 19.

I will end this post with chapters 19+ PV.

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stilwaterskeeter · 5 years ago

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Rewriting Saints Row the Third

So I was messing around writing about my Boss earlier for @occorner and wound up kind of just rewriting entire pieces of SRTT rather than just making small alterations for the character.....So I went ahead and followed through on that accident and wrote out how I personally think a lot of the hollow writing and poor executions of certain parts of the game could have been better and improved. It ended up being a lot more than I was expecting so I’m putting it under a read more. I split it up into 2 parts: Story Changes and Character Changes. And then both of those are broken into smaller parts for each mission arc (the gangs/STAG/dlc) and each character individually.

Also this is just for fun, if you don’t like it then you don’t like it. There’s no point in reblogging this or replying just because you don’t like it yknow? Don’t waste both your time and mine just because you don’t agree with something I just did for the fun of it.

And if you guys like this uuuhhh shoot me a message/ask, I’d totally be down to chat about this stuff and maybe even make more posts like this for the other games in the future!!!

EDIT: Hi....somebody made me regret my decision to keep Kiki’s death canon...so I changed it...thankfully it didn’t have any huge affect on the core of the rewrite, and in fact only very little affect at all

Plot/Story Specific Changes:

Johnny Gat’s “Death”:

Johnny’s “death” wasn’t real obvs, it was like part of Gangstas in Space, like at the beginning that leads up to them going to space and stuff. But in reality Johnny was just kidnapped, cloned, and saved by the Saints after Act 1, but his kidnapping and everything gave the Boss the idea for Johnny’s “death” in the movie

You find Johnny about halfway through the Morningstar mission arc, but he would be seen in a few Syndicate cutscenes beforehand and a lot of implications that he wasn’t actually dead before that

Morningstar:

Loren actually gets like a better mission line following up to and including his death that isn’t just recycled activities disguised as missions

This also includes like a mini-boss fight with the DeWynter twins, that ultimately leads up to them joining the Saints as double agents

Loren gets a boss battle with The Boss, Shaundi, and Johnny fighting him while Pierce and Oleg keep other enemies out of the way and it ends with Johnny getting to personally deal the killing blow and give Loren a beat down like he gave Shogo in SR2 (although definitely not as intense or dark)

Deckers:

I think the biggest things I’d leave the same is the Deckers mission line, I actually don’t think those need to be changed hardly at all, outside of maybe having one or two more story missions without the compulsory activities

STAG:

I would downplay STAG a lot because they were just a weak Ultor carbon copy and took up way too much of SRTT than it should have

I wouldn’t change too much of the STAG missions but I would wait until later in the game to bring them in. Give STAG one or two missions before Murderbrawl XXXI and do the rest afterward

Miscellaneous:

This goes for like literally all 4 arcs, but replace a lot of the compulsory activities with actual unique missions. I think doing One iteration of each activity first is alright because it goes to be like something as a tutorial for them, but past Once, they shouldn’t be reoccuring

Add in one or two missions about The Saints trying to find where Killbane was hiding by interrogating Luchadores and stuff during the STAG arc and then Threeway happens and you find out Killbane is leaving while you’re fighting STAG

Also take out that last choice as a whole no question about it, The Boss lets Killbane get away and saves Shaundi, Viola, and Burt no matter what

While taking the decision out of Threeway, Johnny would go with Angel to try and stop and kill Killbane while The Boss goes to save Shaundi

Ultimately they don’t get there in time but Gat does get a few shots in, injuring Killbane pretty badly in the leg and probably having temporarily crippled him

DLC:

I think instead of the Trouble with the Clones DLC, instead you would get a DLC involving Killbane after he fled the city where you get to fight him and ultimately kill him yourself

It’d be called something like Winner Takes All or like Hell in a Cell which are two types of wrestling matches for those who don’t know. (Winner Takes All is exactly what it sounds like and Hell in a Cell is a cage match with no Escape Clause which is why I think either would fit for names)

Speaking of, make that DLC a double whammy and include Dex, as a business partner with Killbane that you get to fight as well

Angel is a required homie through most of these missions, he helps keep random enemies off your back so you can personally fight and kill Dex, and in turn, you get another mission similar to Murderbrawl XXXI where Angel gets to personally fight Killbane while you take out random enemies, however you also get to help Angel more directly by tossing him weapons to use against Killbane or to use something like a mounted gun to weaken Killbane when he’s cheating and getting the upperhand against Angel

Character Specific Changes:

Zimos:

His character as a whole is,,,,bad imo, so while I didn’t just totall omit him, he’s more or less just a character that The Boss works with to hurt the Syndicate, he’s not really a Saint, just like an accomplice. He would still become a homie at some point though

As a homie he has idle lines to ask how the twins are and The Boss will ask about the secret past and Zimos just says something like “Don’t ask, don’t tell, my man” or keeps the “That’s on a need to know basis, and you don’t need to know” line from the actual game

Angel:

Because I would take out the decision in Threeway and The Boss would let Killbane go, he holds a bit of a grudge and cannot be called as a homie until you have another quick cutscene and short mission where you talk and spar with Angel to help him get out some of his frustration at letting Killbane go

The Boss promises they’re still going to get Killbane because they’re not going to give up that easily

Maybe have The Boss tell Angel about Dex and relate to him while talking about how Dex was one of their best friends and then betrayed them, they never got their revenge but they haven’t given up just yet

Angel and Johnny friendship too!! You can’t tell me they wouldn’t be pals, they spar and talk shit about Killbane a lot

They also trade stories of past fights they’ve been in

Johnny also gives Angel a hardtime because he’s fuckin filthy and lives in such disarray

When Angel tries to snap back with the “so you hate discomfort” Gat shoots back with how the main Saints safehouse was ruins of an old hotel under an abandoned church in the really poor red light district and how before that it was an abandoned church also in one of the poorest areas of Stilwater. He’d definitely say something like “It’s not that I hate discomfort, it’s that I’ve lived that shit for way too long and got out, and I’m not planning on going back to that crap just because some bitch “shamed” me.” The banter becomes somewhat a weird and very Gat-esque peptalk

Viola & Kiki DeWynter:

They both join the Saints and work with them in secret against the Syndicate when Killbane takes over and Loren is killed

Viola and Kiki obviously both get more character development

Viola actually ends up being good friends with Shaundi

Kiki on the other hand ends up better friends with Johnny and they trade snarky remarks whenever everyone is planning out missions and when the Boss makes dumb decisions and shit

Johnny and Kiki end up bonding over small things like their concerns with their looks and just both being the more outspoken and witty counterparts in duos (Johnny’s other half being The Boss and Kiki’s being Viola)

Kiki and Johnny never fail to annoy the shit out of Shaundi because there’s just no end to the snark

Kiki also ends up liking Kinzie, meaning Kinzie gets TWO sisters, Viola AND Kiki, Kinzie couldn’t be happier

As homies, the twins have idle lines about how weird it is The Boss works for Zimos sometimes and ask to make sure The Boss never drags them along when they go to do jobs with Zimos, but they’ll never say why

Killbane threatens to kill Kiki after learning that the twins have double crossed him and are working with The Saints. He takes her as like a “hostage” and sends Viola to go tell The Saints to come “rescue” her while in reality it’s a trap and he’s using Kiki as the bait.

This adds depth to his character and makes him more than just some idiot meatsack who’s powerhungry. He’s a gangleader, he knows how to lead and how to manipulate and how to fucking plan things out further than “HUR DUR ME PUNCH THINGS AND MAKE THEM BLEED”

Viola, ever the realist, knows the likelihood that Killbane has Matt wired into her phone or The Saints’ crib or something so that he would know if she tried betraying him and told The Saints that it’s a trap. So she of course doesn’t tell them, she goes along with his plan all the while thinking of her own plan on how to get out of this problem.

Kiki on the other hand absolutely lets The Saints know it’s a trap as soon as she feasibly can, it’s not much but it does give them a slight upperhand for a minute in the ensuing fight

It’s like a miniboss battle with Killbane, towards the end when it’s obvious The Boss is gonna win, he picks Kiki up in preparation to snap her neck. But Viola shoots at his hand a few times and causes him to drop her sister, he then runs off and Johnny, Angel, and Shaundi chase after him but Viola and The Boss stick around to check on Viola

Kiki got struck by one of the stray bullets on her face, it definitely leaves a nasty scar and fucks up her left eye pretty badly in the long run

Kiki is for the most part out of commission as a homie after the whole kidnapping nonsense, but Viola is as ready as ever to fuckin’ go to town and kill some fuckers now

It’s her way of handling the guilt of almost losing her sister because they didn’t cover their tracks good enough and then by her own attempt to save Kiki, caused her sister to lose an eye

Johnny had taken Loren’s eyepatch kind of as a trophy after killing him, he very awkwardly gives it to Kiki after the mission claiming she probably needs it more than he does right now and seeing as it was Loren’s, she should probably have it regardless

Oleg:

Oleg actually has some of the most depth out of the new characters so I wouldn’t change much if anything?

He definitely would have a love/hate relationship with Johnny

They just don’t get along and butt heads but also they bond over their hatred of Loren/The Syndicate and having been used for the cloning experiments

Johnny also would think Oleg is like badass and cool as fuck and he’d make bets about what outrageous things he thinks Oleg can or cannot lift/destroy with his bare hands

Oleg would also have a lot of respect for Johnny for being such an seemingly average human but still having so much strength and being such a force to be reckoned with

Kinzie:

Kinzie is definitely the company’s favorite because she easily has the most content and depth of any of the other new characters and even more than pre-SRTT characters in SR4 so there’s little to no changes to be done

That being said, I really would want Kinzie and Johnny to also have a love/hate type relationship in SRTT that eventually drops the hate

Like Johnny does Not understand half the shit Kinzie says and she’s really pushy and he just hates it at first and Kinzie hates how he doesn’t listen a lot like the whole situation in SR4 where Kinzie’s always talking about how The Boss doesn’t listen to her and stuff? But with Gat,,,who is worse about it let’s be honest

But throughout the game they both start garnering more respect for the other

Like sometimes Gat’s headstrong guns-blazing outlook pays off a lot better than Kinzie was expecting and Gat’s also totally down to do whatever dangerous and reckless and heavy-lifting work she offers which is useful as hell for Kinzie

And sometimes Gat’s “wing it” planning bites him in the ass and Kinzie saves his ass because she planned how to finish the missions when he didn’t listen because he never listens and she wanted to be prepared for anything

Ultimately they have a very Older Brother-Younger Sister type relationship with Gat becoming really protective of Kinzie and totally laughing his ass off and siding with her when she and The Boss have disagreements/get into fights

Shaundi:

Give her back all that character development and exploration of her depression and survivor’s guilt!! why was that cut!! put it back!!

Additional cutscenes and stuff with Johnny and also The Boss sometimes talking about how Johnny going missing and being believed to be dead scared her and how it affected her

This also means we get to see some of Johnny’s soft side and his pisspoor attempts to comfort her

but also Johnny probably also gets on her case about it like Once because “Well I’m not dead so you can stop worryin’ about it, Shaundi” and it starts a whole little fight that The Boss eventually steps in and settles it

Also Shaundi & Viola friendship: I already mentioned it but just...think about it again ok...

It starts as a rivalry and then they start bonding when Kiki and Johnny are getting closer

They both cannot stand Johnny and Kiki’s snark

And then both of their respective best friends are preoccupied hanging out which leaves them awkwardly hanging out at times

Turns out Viola was actually a fan of Shaundi’s show and at one point considered signing up herself just for the hell of it

Shaundi is completely shocked and they end up doing like impromptu joke-y rounds to get to know each other to pass the time

This includes idle lines when they’re both a homie where they’re laughing while Shaundi asks Viola random questions about herself and stuff and Viola answers

Also completely trash Shaundi’s weird jealousy/hate against Kinzie

Maybe have her as wary and holding a bit of a grudge because Kinzie’s an ex-fed at first, but ultimately they get past it pretty quickly

Most of their conversations seen and stuff are them talking tech or talking about their relationships with other characters, there’s a few where Kinzie tries digging into Shaundi’s past and Shaundi tries to dig back though

Also definitely maybe talk/show her development between SR2 and SRTT more rather than just suddenly dropping such a dramatic collection of changes and “development” immediately and not really elaborating a lot yknow?

Pierce:

There’s not much I would change because I actually liked his character development a lot, it wasn’t as abrupt and dramatic feeling as Shaundi’s and he had a decent amount of depth so I don’t think there’s much to add aside from what you would expect from his dialogues with Johnny and Kiki

Johnny:

This is just here to be respectful, pretty much 99% of everything I have to say for Johnny has been said in all the other sections

#saints row #saints row the third #johnny gat #kinzie kensington #viola dewynter #kiki dewynter #shaundi #angel de lameurte #oleg kirrlov #srtt #stop talkin playa #rewriting saints row #also peep the lowkey shaundi/viola and johnny/kiki

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Advanced Entomology - Chapter 1: The Etymology of Names

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer

Rating: Carolina Reaper (See Masterlist for rating descriptions)

Warnings: dubious/uninformed consent, see masterpost A/N

Due to the nature of the questionable consent in this fic, if you enjoy this story enough to reblog it, please reblog the masterpost rather than individual chapters.

Author’s Note: Mostly just necking in this chapter. Necking and Gustav Klimt. (if you check this fic out on AO3, there are links to the paintings described in the text.)

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The museum is silent and empty, except for two figures.

“I thought there would be more people here,” she mumbles, blushing. Lucien smiles down at her, hands in the pockets of his white coat.

“We’re just lucky, I guess.” He admires the way his smooth voice makes her blush deepen.

“That’s true.” She perks up a bit. “At least I don’t have to try and see the paintings over someone’s shoulder.” No matter how many times it happens, she never guesses that he’s orchestrated their public isolation. Her naivete is touching. Ridiculous, but touching. It does make his mission easier; she trusts so easily, his butterfly.

Lucien leads her down the hallway to the gallery, their footsteps echoing. “I was so pleased when you told me about this exhibit. Gustav Klimt is one of my favourite painters.”

“Really?” Her smile is a beam of sunlight. “I had never heard of him before Kiki passed me the tickets.” Lucien schools his face into neutrality; Kiki is a most useful tool, with her schoolgirl giddiness for romantic contrivances. They pause at the large double doors. Lucien pushes one open and guides her inside with a hand on the small of her back. Her smile turns shy as she blushes again.

“Really. Klimt was a founding member of a group known as The Vienna Secession.” The gallery is a huge rectangular room. One side is entirely windowed, and the afternoon sun paints the wooden floor a warm chestnut hue. She stutters to a halt, taking in the collection. “He started as a painter of murals, but Viennese society at the time was very conservative.” Lucien leads her to the first painting of the exhibit. “His early works did not stand out from those of his peers.” He shoots a sidelong glance at her.

She leans close to the painting , squinting at the tiny faces. “It’s so detailed!”

“Yes,” Lucien chuckles. “Despite his lack of innovation in this period, Klimt was always very technically skilled.” He waits for her to return her attention to him before continuing to the next painting . “He was fascinated by the female form, and started incorporating the figures of myth into his work.”

“Is that a harp?”

“A lyre. This painting is of Sappho, an ancient Greek poet.” Lucien tucks his chin into his hand and smiles. “She was known for her words on love, particularly . . . between women.” She turns to stare at him, not sure if he’s joking. He nods.

“So Sappho was --?” She trails off, going red.

“From the isle of Lesbos, yes.” He ignores her luminescent blush and moves on. “Klimt wanted to incorporate sexuality into the existing symbological context, but was derided for putting ‘pornography’ into his public works.” His hand finds hers, tugging her to the next painting . “The Nuda Veritas was his response.”

She mutters under her breath for a moment, and he waits, pleased to see she’s working it out for herself. “Nuda Veritas . . . that’s ‘naked truth’, isn’t it?”

“Very good.” He squeezes her hand gently. “She was Klimt’s way of telling his audience that he was done trying to please everyone. Her mirror is an invitation to examine one’s own prejudices and interpretations.” He watches her face as she takes in the nude woman, painted larger than life. “Klimt and several others who wanted to break free from the traditional semiotics started the Vienna Secession and created the first space in Vienna dedicated to contemporary art.” Lucien’s gaze wanders over the painting’s border, shining in gold. “This was the beginning of Klimt’s ‘Gold Period’. Many of his paintings from this point incorporate gold leaf.”

The golden paintings had been the start of his fixation with Klimt. In the sterile grayscale world of Black Swan, such visual warmth drew him, like a moth to a flame. He reaches out and places one arm around her shoulders, gathering her to him under the guise of placing her at the best angle to see the next painting in the row: a woman curled, naked, with copper hair and a waterfall of gold pouring down onto her most secret places. Danae. Eventually, he thinks.

She looks up at the painting and her eyes widen. “Who is that? What’s happening to her?”

He leans down to speak directly in her ear, gaze remaining steady on Danae. “The princess Danae. She was the daughter of the King of Argos. Her father was told by an oracle that his grandson would kill him, so he shut her up in a tower to prevent her ever having a child.” He shakes his head. “Zeus, the king of the gods, was taken by her beauty and visited her in the form of a shower of gold.” He tears his gaze away at last. “Danae’s child from Zeus was named Perseus, who later became famous for defeating the Gorgon.”

“The woman with snakes for hair?”

“Correct. All Zeus’s children were heroes, and he sired many of them with mortal women like Danae. Not always as a shower of gold, of course, but rarely ever as a man. He disguised himself as the goddess Artemis, an eagle, a bull, even a swan once.” He chuckles at the private joke, returning his attention to the painting.

“And was the oracle right?” The sun is starting to sink towards the horizon. The warm light has crept up the wall to hit the bottom half of the painting, setting the golden shower ablaze. It blinds him for a moment.

“Hmm?”

“Did Perseus kill the King of Argos?” Her eyes are avidly tracing the path of gold leaf on the painting.

“Oh, yes. Many years later, by accident. Perseus never held any acrimony towards his grandfather. He didn’t even know who he was until after the king was dead.” Lucien shrugs. “Sometimes fighting fate only brings you closer to your destiny.”

After a moment she turns her head to look at him. “Ah!” Her fading blush blooms once more as she realises his face is close enough to share breath. The sun reflects in her brown eyes, painting them the same gold as Zeus’s waterfall when her pupils contract in the sudden brightness. She tries to step back, but Lucien keeps his arm firm about her shoulders. He straightens, removing his lips from her personal space, and she relaxes a little. “Wh-which painting is your favourite?”

“You want to know my favourite?” Lucien smiles down at her. She nods, hesitantly, then firmly.

“Of course I do.” She bites her lower lip as if debating the next sentence. “You’re such a mystery to me, Lucien. I’ll take any opportunity to learn more about you.”

He crinkles his eyes at her in the innocent expression he’s practiced for years. “A mystery? Me?” Without waiting for an answer, he sweeps her past several paintings, coming to a stop in front of a large depiction of a man clasping a woman. His face is hidden, buried in her neck as her head tilts back. The expression on her face is blissful. “This is my favourite.” Lucien steps behind her and slides both arms around her, pulling her against his chest gently. She resists out of reflex, then relaxes against him, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.

“I’ve seen this one before,” she whispers as her gaze roams over the scene. “On posters.”

“It’s probably Klimt’s most popular work,” Lucien admits quietly. “The Kiss.” He breathes deeply, reveling in the faint sweet smell of her tawny hair. He doesn’t see the painting in front of him; the vision of her eyes blazing gold in the sun is superimposed over the couple in their gold robes.

“That’s ironic, isn’t it?” She rolls her head to look up at him, not surprised by his nearness this time.

“Ironic? How so?”

“Well, you said Klimt was your favourite because he wanted to please only himself. But your favourite painting of his is the one that pleased everybody.” He wonders if she’s mocking him, but her warm amber stare is guileless.

“That’s true, I suppose.” His eyes unfocus as he considers this. “I don’t think I can justify it, though. Something about this work just . . . appeals to me.”

She takes a deep breath, gives him a tremulous smile and turns to face him, still in the circle of his arms. “Maybe it means you’re not such a mystery after all, Professor.” Her eyes gleam with -- hope? Desire? He stares down at her for several seconds, long enough for the light in her eyes to fade as he tries to analyze it. She begins to stiffen, and he realises he’s wasting his golden opportunity.

“Maybe you’re right.” He puts a hint of apology in his voice as it lowers. “Sometimes I forget to be anything other than the Professor.” He brings his right hand up to cup her chin, and tightens his left arm around her waist. “But perhaps I’m just a man after all.” Slowly, slowly, determined not to startle her, he dips his face towards hers. As his lips near hers, her eyelids flutter shut and her lips part slightly. He meets her mouth in a chaste kiss, savouring her flavour of salt and candy.

She sighs as they part, but seems to have forgotten about moving away from him. He brushes her hair back with his right hand and brings her face back to his. This kiss is still controlled, but his lips separate to suck gently at her lower lip. He can feel her face heating, but he’s too close to see the blush moving down her neck; he can only follow it with his mouth, pressing slow kisses across her jaw to the pulse in her throat. His fingers trail through her hair and curl against her nape. She shivers in his arms and buries her face in his chest.

“Don’t be shy,” he chuckles.

“I’ve never -- I’m not --” She mumbles abortive sentences into his shirtfront. He catches her chin again and urges her to meet his eyes.

“I know this is new for you.” He gives her his most reassuring smile and kisses her forehead. “We’ll take this slowly.” He releases her from his embrace, but catches her hand, letting their fingers tangle as they start to walk along the row of paintings again. He glances at her from hooded eyes, noticing that she’s too flustered to take in the artwork now.

As they leave the gallery, walking close enough that their shoulders brush and their fingers rub with each step, she looks up at Lucien and gives him that sunbeam smile again. “Thank you for coming with me today, Lucien.” She looks like she wants to continue, but uncertainty crosses her face. He takes pity on her.

“Are you free tomorrow evening? For dinner?”

Her expression firms again, that gleam of yearning shining in her eyes again. “L-like, a date?” she stutters out, determined to achieve clarity despite her embarrassment.

He nods. “A date, yes. I would like to continue our relationship on a more . . . intimate level.”

“Then, yes. I am free. For you.” She holds out her hand to him and he raises it to press against his cheek before leaving one last kiss against the delicate tracery of veins in her wrist. Her fingers twitch, curling against his.

He whispers against her wrist. “I’m looking forward to it.”

#mr love queen's choice #mlqc #mlqc lucien #mlqc fanfic #mlqc spoilers #advanced entomology #my writing #rating: carolina reaper

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