#like damn I'm sorry for having my own problems besides war

[beastblade69]

getting a ps4 you dreamt of since you were 11 // remembering ur ukrainian and ur living near a dumbass state which constantly bombards your country thus electricity is often off

[darklinaforever]

https://www.tumblr.com/darklinaforever/743510853004984320/the-fact-that-aegon-is-a-rpist-in-the-series?source=share

People can love any kind of characters, I love Kylo Ren myself (although I don't like Darkling), but at the same time belittling Aegon fans, just because YOU PERSONALLY don't find the character interesting, but justifying characters who used violence against women IS double standards, really. I might as well say that Aegon r*ped a maid in the series because his mom and dad didn't like him, your explanation of the actions of Darkling and Ren sounds exactly the same. NOTHING justifies the fact that Darling put a damn collar on Alina to control her powers. Again, you can love anyone, ship anything, but don't be a hypocrite and shame others for what you do yourself.

It's not hypocrisy to tell the truth about fictional characters.

I have no problem with people liking Aegon II as a villain. What he is.

I have a problem with them trying to justify deny the fact that Aegon II is a rapist, something that consistently arrives in my inbox at the moment.

Again here you are trying to say that this is something that only comes from the series, except that I repeat, that is not the case. Aegon II is also a rapist in the book.

Also, I have a problem with people trying to compare him to the Darkling and Kylo Ren, two character types that have nothing to do with Aegon II.

Really, I don't see the connection between Aegon II the rapist and the Darkling, a morally gray character committing evil actions with an overall noble goal, having been raised by a toxic and abusive mother with no taste for the noble causes and the compassion in general, a miracle that he is endowed with it, and the character of Kylo Ren / Ben Solo abused and manipulated (groomed) in order to join the dark side since he was literally a fetus.

The Darkling and Kylo Ren / Ben Solo have big extenuating circumstances for what they become, namely morally gray characters with morally gray actions and not pure villains, as the role of Aegon II and the Team Greens.

I doubt you can compare Aegon II to Kylo's situation that I just explained, or the life of persecution and danger that the Darkling had to endure for several centuries for himself and his species making him what he is today.

How can you even think that compares / becomes an equivalent to the fact that Dad Viserys and Mom Alicent wouldn't like Aegon II ?

The simple fact that you think that this could be some sort of extenuating circumstance is disconcerting.

And I also don't see the relationship between Aegon II, rapist of a woman, and Reylo or Darklina, relationships located in contexts of enemies to lovers with an overall consent between the two parties but which obviously do bad things to each other in view of being on damn opposite sides during a war !

I don't see the hypocrisy in pointing out the simple truths surrounding the characters. You can't compare Aegon II to these two. It's a simple truth, and I'm sorry if it shocks you. The characters have nothing to do with it.

I would like to add that if you find Aegon II interesting, great. But it's kind of funny that I've never seen a single fan of his be able to explain what they found so interesting about this rapist, misogynistic man, besides probably being a pedophile in his own right. era. All that, in the book ! But people are free to try. The same goes for saying that you prefer the Greens team because their story is amazing. How is it ? Strangely I haven't seen anyone be able to explain it without making up lies about the characters, or explain it in relation to the real canon events of the book, instead constantly mixing them with those of the series, or the Greens are nothing more than a bunch of right-thinking hypocrites that the writers try very hard to victimize.

It's not justification to explain how a character becomes what he is. At best as I said it gives extenuating circumstances, at least if it is directly linked, like with the Darkling and Kylo. But again, that's not justification. This is just fucking understanding.

I also advise you to go to the blog of @stromuprisahat and @aleksanderscult in order to have a better angle of view on this whole situation of the necklace for Darklina, itself complex, whether you like it or not.

The only extenuating circumstance that Aegon II could get is having been educated by a bunch of already nasty misogynists, even if it doesn't seem to me that Otto and Alicent are potential rapists, or even potential pedophiles. Oops. Not really equivalent to the fact of having been manipulated since fetus for a very specific purpose, and of having suffered centuries of persecution therefore...

GRRM does not look at the life of Aegon II in particular either, simply because he is characterized as a villain in the story itself, not meant to be endowed with any redeeming traits or complexity/gritness. GRRM doesn't care about Aegon II and therefore, generally speaking, I don't.

There is once again no complexity in Aegon II and his behavior, unlike the characters of Kylo Ren / Ben Solo and the Darkling. He's a pure villain, written and characterized as such. You can like Aegon II as a villain, but stop justifying / ignoring the rape party, let alone comparing it to gray characters like Kylo Ren / Ben Solo and the Darkling. It just makes the person look like a jerk.

Also, I literally explained how Kylo Ren / Ben Solo's behavior towards Rey was not abuse. They are only enemies in the middle of a war who fight when the time comes ! Just replace Rey with a man, without the romance, and no one would call it an abusive relationship ! They would simply say that this is what two people fighting on opposite sides of a war are like. And the same if Kylo had been a girl and Rey a boy, I'll hold it ! No one ever said that the Sorsha and Mardmartigan relationship from the movie Willow was abusive that I know of ?!

I repeat myself, but in what Kylo Ren abuses Rey when exactly ? During the so-called torture that Kylo allegedly subjected Rey to in episode 7 ? From 1, they are at war. 2, they are enemies. 3, Rey has information that could be valuable to Kylo's side, it's literally his job to interrogate Rey. And 4, he was gentle and careful with her, avoiding hurting her. So damn, we have to stop with this stupid "torture" scene. What exactly do you think the TRUE torture scene of Poe by Kylo at the beginning of the film was there for ? It served as a contrast to Rey's situation later. Poe was beaten and had his mind searched in an extremely painful manner. Rey was having none of that. Do you want a real scene of torture suffered by Rey ? Snoke in The Last Jedi, or this time, Rey screams in pain like Poe when his mind is invaded. And if you come to point out all the times Kylo and Rey fought, should I remind you that it's war and they're in enemy because they are in different camps ? Just the basic thing that forces them to be against each other ? I also remember that when he sent her flying against a tree she was going to attack him first. I also remember that it was Rey who first attacked Kylo Ren on the Death Star, invaded by the dark side. I remind you that Kylo has I don't know how much chance of killing Rey or really harming her during their fights which he never does, while Rey for her part, as soon as she has the slightest chance of farting on him Shut up, she does it. (I love her for that) Once again, if we were on two men, or if we swapped sexes between Rey and Kylo Ren / Ben Solo, no one will come and talk to you about an abusive relationship. Or maybe it's such an obscure minority that you won't even come across one !

But anyway, I don't even see why I would stop to explaining something so obvious, since I could simply respond with :

Aegon II is a rapist book and series, which Kylo Ren and the Darkling are not. Aegon II is characterized as a pure villain without redeeming qualities, which Kylo Ren and the Darkling are not.

In my opinion, very sufficient reasons why I love these two but hate Aegon II and hate those trying to come and justify to me / deny the fact that this loser is a rapist and try to prove that he is a complex character.

And you want to know something funny ? I like Aegon II. It's true. He is a villain I deeply hate, who disgusts me and for whom I have no pity. A good thing actually, since that's supposed to be his role in the Fire and Blood story. Aegon II is a good villain who fulfills his narrative function correctly. So I like him as a result of that. But not for its so-called depth or non-existent complexity. I love him, for what he is. Namely once again a good villain fulfilling his function. This is how people should love Aegon II instead of coming to my inbox to explain that he just acts like any man of his time (which is not true) and that he is not a rapist (which is also false), but just a sexual abuser (wtf ?!). Or even dare to compare him to Kylo Ren / Ben Solo and the Darkling. (Double wtf ?!) And I also like him a lot in the series, but this time mainly because of the very talented actor, who brings a charisma to the character that is not present in the book. See, you can love Aegon II without saying royal shit.

This is what I denounce and which I am full of and which I judge. People coming to tell me that Aegon II is not a rapist, or that he is just a sexual abuser and that he only acts like a prince of his time. Basically, bullshit. That's what I'm full of. I don't care about people who just like him as a villain. Most people love fucking villains. I'm a fan of Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty ! A being who likes to do evil for the sake of doing evil !

My other problem is that most Greens and pro Aegon II teams will act as if their characters were less bad, or equivalent to the Blacks team populated either by gray / complex and or heroic characters to give themselves a better conscience for loving a team of villains.

And sorry, but that doesn't make me a hypocrite. It makes me someone who knows how to differentiate a villain from a gray and complex character. This makes me a person who knows how to differentiate rape from enemies to lovers in contexts of war with opposing camps.

The incredible nerve of receiving messages like this explaining to me that we can like whatever we want in fiction. No kidding ?! I didn't know ! However, I'm not the one who goes into people's inboxes to spit on what they like even if I don't like it ! They are the ones who come to my inbox spitting on what I like, insulting me and giving themselves the role of right-thinking / morally superior. Not me. I give my opinion on my tumblr without annoying anyone. And if the fact that I'm telling truths about fictional characters bothers you, then just move on.

Aegon II is a rapist in addition to being a character belonging to the villain camp who is also misogynistic. This is a pure and simple truth. And I therefore hate the people who come to support me to the contrary, while having the nerve to give me moralizing speeches to love a character (Daemon Targaryen) whom they will accuse of being the real rapist while their poor favorites do not is just a misunderstood prince of his time. The good joke... It's that simple. And once again I don't see what's hypocritical about it. In fact, it's more the fans of Aegon II and the Greens team in general who look like big hypocrites.

[erasedcitizen2]

ALRIGHT TUMBLR I HAVE FINISHED DRAGON AGE THE VEILGUARD

AND SO I RETURN

and here are my thoughts under the cut, WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS so don't click unless you're ready for that.

messy AND VERY LONG thoughts on the game in no particular order here we go:

y'all i am so torn about this game. i don't love it. i REALLY wanted to love it. I went in with a truly open mind and honestly pretty damn hyped, nothing i had seen before release had managed to taint my opinion going into this. but i did not love veilguard. I didn't necessarily HATE it either, but it's the type of game i really am not sure if i'll ever be able to bring myself to replay.

For those interested it took me roughly 90 hours of playtime to finish the game (have not counted me playing the character creator for 4 hours into those 90 hours lol... lmao....). I have done every quest (except for 1 very minor side quest when at the end i felt fucking DONE), I have explored not 100% of every area but like 85-90% of all statues and chests and shit found in all areas. And I have 92% of achievements in that first playthrough. So I was fairly thorough cause I could tell I might never touch this game again but I'm not a completionist.

My Rook is named Valeria de Riva and she's an elven rogue and an antivan crow. And I love her face to bits she's short and adorable, those 4 hours in character creator was worth it lmao but oh boy do i regret the voice I picked. i'm sorry but Erika Ishii's voice acting did NOT click for me in this, the delivery felt terrible 85% of the time. but I have that problem with inquisition too so whatever.

I also had headcanoned that Valeria de Riva was originally born as a slave in Tevinter, and bought by the Antivan Crows as a kid. As we've been told since origins that the crows buy kids (see Zevran). BIG FUCKING MISTAKE to make headcanons like this for veilguard. nothing about Rooks antivan crow intro contradicts this kind of headcanon but the game will randomly spring information about your character on you depending on background you've picked, Rook isn't a blank slate but you also don't get to know what character you're fully playing from the start which annoys me.

The antivan crows have also imo been extremely.... idk?? softened?? white washed???? and that frustrates me a lot as someone who wanted to play a character that was a little bit at war with the faction they were from. It annoys me that the antivan crows are now just freedom fighters and heroes according to the narrative and you have no chance to ever question how they do things. it also feels like a weird thing to say but there is too little racism in this game. by which i mean we finally get to see Tevinter and we don't really ever get to see how elves are treated within Tevinter. The only slaves we ever see are the mustache twirling evil venatori sitting on some poor dudes in that one scene.

which bring me to the fact that THERE ARE NO INTERESTING VILLAINS IN THIS GAME. none. (Besides Solas, depending on if you see him as a villain or not I guess.) everyone is just evil and crazy. I'd have loved Elgar'nan actually as a villain, and I'm fine with him (and Ghilan'nain) specifically being evil and crazy, he does come across as imposing and scary to me and a better villain than corphypants. BUT SINCE EVERY FACTION WE FIGHT AGAINST IS JUST CRAZY AND EVIL, it kinda falls flat to me. I'd have liked to see more people side with the gods for more ambiguous or misguided reasons I guess, like maybe the elves?

I wanted more conflict and tension between the races of thedas from the fact that the elven gods are the ones causing all this. some consequences from the narrative? but there's nothing like that.

the writing is in a lot of places at best bland and at worst... bad. i love how much we get to interact with our companions in the lighthouse and that they have their own relationships and conversations, but quantity does not beat quality. I'd love this system of having conversations if the companions and the romances were more interesting. A lot of the companions feel bland to me cause they start out mostly perfect from the get go, there's not a lot of room for character growth or you know... any form of character arc?

I romanced Taash and it's an alright romance, I like Taash. and I guess the reason I like them is cause they are one of the few companions that aren't perfect and I've already seen Discourse about hating them for it. I guess sometimes they are A Little Bit Difficult??? They're not sure who they are at the beginning and isn't great at expressing themselves, they have very short responses and I felt at least in the romance path they learned to get a little bit better at this with Rook. But I really wish this could've been expanded on MORE, their problems with dealing with their emotions are just something they mention to Rook but it's not really shown.

AND ALSO... despite the game being more 'handcrafted' with 'less filler'.... I STILL think it has too much fucking filler and boring quests??? the combat was fun in the beginning but overstayed its welcome imo.

BUT AFTER ALL THIS DISAPPOINTMENT.... I still leave the game with an alright feeling I guess cause what I DID ENJOY OF THE GAME WAS EVERYTHING THAT HAD TO DO WITH SOLAS. INCLUDING THE ENDING THAT I GOT. I think they nailed how to do him in this game, and his dynamic with rook, and the lore around him and the ancient elves and the titans etc etc. I'm extremely satisfied with the happy solavellan ending I got and it felt fucking good to have the three important women in his life (lmao) convince him to redeem himself. and that he didn't get an easy way out, like dying for that redemption.

SO THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I THINK I'VE EVER EXPERIENCED MOSTLY KINDA DISLIKING A GAME/FINDING A GAME BLAND BUT LOVING THE ENDING???? usually it's the other way around with bioware games??? so... yeah.

[daisyjules1011]

Television on in my living

This is the first time my eyes hurt, not from the bluelight

But from the horror glimmering in it

Ghastly images of humans who look and feel like me

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready

And the forth one was killed

Someone beside me says it's a sorry sight

Moves on to watch NFL and what not

All the story tales in the world live inside a small box

How so different they seem

We are all flesh and blood

Bones beneath skin and a heart beneath the armour

Some of us die from boredom

Some of them die of starvation and waste

The reporter with her face carved of stone exclaims

'The hostages were showered in gold and platinum'

Then killed in broad daylight with barbs made of silver

Skip the channel and you are saved

For us how easy is it to escape

The portal to escapism lies in our hands

Their hands are filled with sticks and stones and guns

So young, yet so old

So full of hope, but the eyes are filled with doom

The fat monster with his sticky hands and shiny shoes

Sits atop a jeweled throne

Brandishing statements about what he would do

Just for a second I believe him,

Because it is easier to believe than face the reality

Making proclamations in comfort is nothing revolutionary

I do it to, so does my dad, and the guy across the street I see everyday

All of us share the earth, we were told

Then why do we get it for free while they have to fight for it?

I have five homes across the world

There's a child of 3 who belongs to no one

No country, no homeland, and no mother to call his own

Things that are nightmares for you and me

Imaginations that haunt your teen

Is a normal day for the child of three

I can't do much I say, after all what power do I have to make any change

We delude our ourselves,  make ourselves weak, play the victim card,

Break our bones and refuse to mend

Just so we don't have to fight the war

Just so we can say 'I'm powerless'

How do I tell my daughter that this world is pretty and kind and generous?

When she turns on the TV, she's gonna call me a liar

How do I tell my son that the men are strong and powerful and virtuous?

When he turns on the TV

He's gonna give me a look soo murderous

I'll tremble in fear

------

In a faraway land,

A mom sings a lullaby

While a child falls asleep to the sound of a gunshot

How can I enjoy a glass of wine if it reminds me of blood

How can I read in bliss, when words are stolen from their lips

How can I feel the sun on my back, while there's someone shivering in the cold

How long can this land hold the grief and suffering

The soil is sick with blood

We are the gen-z crowd, we proudly convey

We are meant to care about deeds and feats our parents didn't even think about

But when it comes to action, we are as useless as a broken condom

The millennial and boomers in here, you haven't done anything much either

Because some of you started it in the first place

I believe that by writing this poem

I'm doing the world a favour

That I'm someway, somehow doing my part

There's that damn delusion again

Always creeping up in the wrong places

So you didn't put in a brick in the fire

That doesn't mean you didn't stroke the devil

That doesn't make you innocent

We wave white flags all around

Ask for peace, ask for love, ask for humility

Did any of you get it?

Bright Sunday morning

Reading the body count like it's a math problem

When did we become so emotionally stunted

We care about our nails and hair and suits and house and cars and perfumes and all the bullshit things that don't make any sense

But if someone asks us for a pen we'll stab them in the eye and call it a prank

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It's very simple the universe follows our lead

The universe doesn't make us, we shape it

By our thoughts, by our actions, the way we speak to each other

And frankly the current state of affairs isn't surprising to me

The world has seeped our energy, it seems

We label callous behaviour as cool

And if someone dares to speak up

They are called intense and aggressive and too much

We shun them into silence

Send positive thoughts, mediate, the stars look so pretty tonight

Such bullshit!

My earth is failing and you ask me to look up at the stars!!

No, i won't sit and listen,

I won't forgive and forget,

Won't turn the other cheek or a blind eye

We have been silent for far too long

Our activism has made us weak, given us a reason to not do anything

So I won't sit and listen

I won't forgive and forget

I will be positive not because I want to ignore the venality and depravity

It's because my treacherous heart still believes

[attonitos-gloria]

Do you believe in the "tyrion is a secret targaryen" theory?

OH. good question, the short answer is "no," but when have i ever given the short answer to things in this blog?

i don't; i think he's a lannister, to the bone. and i used to hate this theory for this.

what changed my mind was watching house of the dragon, actually; i saw a post making a parallel between rhaenyra and daemon/jon and dany (with show scenes, obviously). this post stuck with me, because while i can see the parallels between rhaenyra and dany, the ones between jon and daemon... like, what is there to compare between these two men, beyond the fact they have targaryen blood and a (in the books, only speculated for the future) incestuous relationship with the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms? personality wise, i don't see many similarities between jon and daemon.

but there's another man who is set to be by dany's side in the second dance of the dragons, to be with her in dragonstone, to fight for the iron throne by her side; a ruthless, violent man, who, in the books, is probably going to urge her to war instead of holding her back (like in the show); a morally gray man with his own agenda, whose true reasons are dubious but who'll root for her nonetheless; a man who'll, most likely, love her, because they are the same; they are narratively the two sides of the same coin, twin flames and all. a man who is george's favorite! just like daemon is george's favorite targaryen of all time!

it's not jon. it's tyrion the best narrative parallel to daemon. this is obvious to me, though i'm very biased because i think these books are all about tyrion, sorry.

SO, i was thinking about that, and thinking about how nice it would be if he were, in the end, a targaryen after all, and wondering why i hated this theory so much. i think i didn't like it because he is such a LANNISTER, you know. like his identity is so tied to this very fundamental basic fact that i didn't know what it would make of him, if he turned out to be (another) lost targaryen (though if you think about george's obsession with house targaryen, it would be like him to make these books about three lost targaryens in the world?)

but that's the point; beyond inheritance and land rights, one of the core messages of ASOIAF is that blood lies. you can't blame genes for everything; you inherit bad habits from the people you grow up with, or good habits from the people you grow up with. this is why jon struggles with ned's legacy, not rhaegar's - it does not matter for jon's inner battle with himself if he's rhaegar's son or not. because it's impossible to read jon's chapters and not realize he is ned stark's son, through and through. you can't genetically inherit a character!!! this is not even a biologically reasonable stance! believe me, i'm a doctor with "bad genes" in my family, and the targaryen problem is not genes or blood related, it is that they’ve built up an intrinsically dysfunctional narrative to justify their own dynasty and their right to rule that destroy and sacrifice their own kin and the rest of the realms with them. (see: the dance of the dragons) incest is not causing targaryen exceptionalism; incest is the natural corollary of it. (this should be obvious; apparently it isn’t, for the discourse i’ve seen around.)

this is why tyrion is a lannister, even if he's not biologically tywin's son; this is why his struggle is with tywin's legacy, not aerys' or whoever; this is why he is tywin 'writ small' even if he turns out to have not a single drop of tywin in his veins. because that's completely beside the point for the person he became. tywin created him. tyrion is tywin's doing to the smallest detail, through trauma, through pain, through hate. tywin birthed him in a way aerys didn't; damn, tywin birthed him in a way even joanna didn't. tyrion is his son. just like jon is ned's son.

when i realized that, i just grew fond of this theory a little more. i don't hold on to it very strongly, but if he is, i think it will be really interesting. i don't think he needs to have targaryen blood to ride a dragon, which i'm sure it's happening, but if he has, i'll just bask in the rhaenyra/daemon x dany/tyrion parallels and in the tywin x ned/tyrion x jon parallels. just all my favorites things.

[askrockandfriends]

"All right, since I'm apparently the butt of every joke in this election, lemme show you why everyone else is unelectable. Then you'll see why I'm the best candidate for the job."

"First there's Luigi... what do you even do? In both elections you've been in, you've just talked nonsense and done nothing else of note, yet the people can't just can't get enough of you, it seems! What even are your political positions?!"

"And there's Waluigi... dude, you can't even get into Smash Bros, let alone the office of the presidency. And for the love of God, run on a platform other than 'I hate Luigi, vote for meee'! You're literally only popular as a meme, not as an actual character. You're not that important, dude. Deal with it."

"Aqua's a moron who just drinks and cries all the damn time. I'd destroy this country because I want to, she'll destroy it simply because of her stupidity and irresponsible decision-making. No, you can't just throw explosion magic or Kazuma at every problem you face, girl! Solve your own damn problems for once in your life! Or is that too much for a so-called 'goddess'?"

"Homer Simpson. Oh my god. Homer Simpson. What's there to say about this fat oaf other than do you really see this idiot running a whole damn country? He can't even get his own family in order, the hell's he gonna do about an entire country? Not to mention giving him the nuclear codes and then pissing him off is a recipe for disaster. I'm honestly surprised his son can still breathe with all the times Homer's gotten mad and strangled him half to death... can someone please call CPS on this fat bastard and get it over with? Either way, Homer's a fat, dumb, irresponsible, and emotionally immature oaf who should be nowhere near any kind of political office. *mocking* D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!"

"Okay, can we not stand here and pretend Giovanni's not only interested in exploiting the office of the presidency for his own personal gain? It's just like anything else he's ever done in his life. Pokemon, running a Gym, Team Rocket, now running for president... all just things done in the name of making money. I'm sorry, did we not learn from Wario four years ago about people only being interested in money? Not to mention, as an NPC puts it, 'Team Rocket will do anything for the sake of money. There's no job too dirty, no deed to heinous, no crime too wicked.' I guarantee you crime will skyrocket under Giovanni, and it'll be spurred on by Giovanni himself!"

"Edelgard. Three words: War. Fucking. Monger. Hope you like the idea of the country being in a never-ending war for five years or more, because that's what you're gonna get with this conqueror wannabe. And the worst part is, it'll all be because of HER vision of what the country should be, so if you like our nation's people being drafted into an endless war they might not even believe in and making Vietnam look tame by comparison, by all means, vote for this crazy Albino bitch to be your next president."

"Which brings us to Batman... oh, boy, here we go. Batman. What's there to say except if you're half as 'just' as you think you are, then why are your enemies always escaping Arkham Asylum and terrorizing Gotham whenever they see fit? Doesn't sound very 'just' to me. Sounds like the work of a guy who's incompetent at best and maybe, just maybe, doesn't give a shit and only wants to look like a hero for justice at worst. You want to be just, Batty-boy? How about locking your enemies in a place OTHER than Arkham Asylum, and maybe, just maybe, turning yourself into Arkham, because you clearly have some unresolved issues that are feeding into your bat persona, Batman!"

"Yami Yugi... okay, exactly what are you planning to do in office besides play cards all day? Because newsflash: that's not the be-all-end-all way to solve every problem you think it is, dude. Eventually, you're gonna have to do something else to solve a problem, and will you even be ready or willing to do that? And can someone explain to me the relationship between Yugi and his counterpart Yami Yugi? Because there's something about a millenia-old spirit living in the mind/body of a high school student that's just giving me major ick vibes... come to think of it, I didn't even mention whatever's going on with Batman and Robin, did I? That's another one that's worth a few questions at the very least... mind explaining that to me, you two? Because these can be some pretty serious accusations if you let them get too out of control..."

"And that's why the other candidates suck, and you should vote for me, Junko Enoshima, for president in 2024."

JUNKO 2024

[olderthannetfic]

I'm gonna say it. I fucking hate "legal readers" with all my fucking heart, soul and body. All of them can step on legos thrice a row and cry about it.

You see, sometimes consuming whatever entertainment media in Spanish is a fucking pain in the ass, because foreign corporations take their really long time to bring to us, Spanish speakers (specially LATAM ones, fuck Europe), that entertainment media we want to read/watch/listen to. So we of fucking course have to go with the method that all gringuitos in Twitter hate and moan and cry about: piracy. I'll be more specific: fan traslations of manhua. Sorry "legal readers" (I'm totally fucking using this way to call 'em as derogatory), but we read that shit illegally. But I'll be fair, they're aren't always gringos. Sometimes they're latinoamericanes too with really USA-poisoned brain.

You see, a month ago or so BiliBili made a public recruitment for Eng to Esp translators. When we saw this, we teared up with fucking joy. Finally! We can read in our language, in the App/Website! We can support our fave authors and illustrators! But most importantly, we won't depend of shitty business as Seven Seas! We, fans, can and will do the job we love to do because we love manhua! Joy, pure fucking joy.

That, until BiliBili just yesterday (or two days ago) realesed the Spanish version. Legal readers apparently were stupid enough to ignore the fact that since the beginning BiliBili was hiring fan traslators and fans in general for the job and when they saw that a lot of people and groups (like GreyHands, they made a great fucking job translating MDZS to Spanish, I'll be forever grateful) that did those illegal translations were NOW doing it LEGAL, they started a war.

"How DARE BiliBili to NORMALIZE illegal translations??? How DARE BiliBili to give job to those horrible bad BAD people who MAKE authors SUFFER when they translate illegally???? How DARE they to make the illegal legal????". They wanted to boycott BiliBili Comics for THIS. They started doxxing and harassing the people that now are working to translate manhua to Spanish (specially one specific person who said that they translation will be also uploaded to TMO [the MangaDex for Spanish speakers] besides BiliBili). But y'all want to know the best part? Those damn legal readers fuckers went to KOREAN authors and cried over this. Why? I think that even God doesn't know the answer, but the Korean authors also started the dumb as fuck discourse about this saying as well "how DARE BiliBili do this????".

Like. My good pendejos imbéciles, can y'all hide better your classism? Please? As a nice suggestion.

Piracy is the only option when corporations ignore your fucking existence until you start being loud enough for 'em to care. And sometimes is the only option when the corporations now know your existence but are absolute GARBAGE and want to abuse and do a really poor job. We LATAM, as a whole continent, are very poor. Things that bring us joy are expensive, we have to fucking survive but we still have the DAMN RIGHT to enjoy WHATEVER we want. And this includes manhua, donghua and danmei novels. And is also true for whatever people in whatever country that is poor. But those legal readers just HATE the fact that we can still ENJOY things. They hate that we can enjoy manhua in our very own language for free. I don't care what you pay, good for you that you can do that and you'll still have money to eat and pay rent and do other things, that's your problem. Good for you, truly. But this isn't everyones life. Why y'all legal readers hate the fact that FANS are working free for FANS to bring 'em joy? If I had enough money to survive AND buy things legally (implying that corporations treat the authors good and they don't steal absolutely anything from 'em) I'd do it in a heartbeat. Without doubt. But I can't, because I don't have that money but I have the right to be happy for a few minutes/hours. (And please don't fucking start the "Local Library Discourse" in the notes because I'll throw legos at y'all who do because gringos love every damn time to bring this up even tho you could be talking about a total different and unrelated subject.)

I'd hate to hate the fact that other people can enjoy things and be happy and find a job when they're poor or when they just want to be nice to poor fans.

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People are quite dumb about piracy. They believe corporations' crying about how every illegal watch/listen is a lost sale, but it never is, even in rich countries.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Icarus( did I spell that right? ) my beloved does you have any yandere c! Technoblade and philza with a shy reader stories? 👀

Feel free to take as long as you like I'm in no rush hopefully you don't mind me requesting alot if it's a problem then I will stop requesting as much as I do

Agian I love your writing have a lovely day or evening my beloved(platonic!!)

:D

Darling Mooshroom, I adore you so much (platonically). You have my full permission to fill my inbox with any and all requests that come to mind. I love the ideas you give me and you're the only one who has requested more than once (other than anons but I can't tell with them.)

Also. Philza Philza Philza I FINALLY GET TO WRITE FOR THIS MANS WOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry ignore me. Unfortunately, this story will be shorter than my normal ones because I used up the majority of my brainpower on other stories and I feel bad for keeping you waiting <3 (plat)

(Techno is not part of sleepy bois in this story. Instead, Techno and Philza are ancient gods and set more in like Ancient Egyptian times?? Really low key Yandere in this story)

TW: Yandere, mentions of a creep, getting robbed

Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Was it your appearance? Or your shy personality? Perhaps it was the various amounts of golden chains and jewels sprinkled strategically all over your person...

Crows and Piglins were naturally attracted to gold, so that's how Techno justified himself, but Philza wasn't stupid, he's been through this many times before. He knew what being in love was.

But they had never felt so... Strongly towards a mortal before.

The God of Blood and War continued trying to deny his feelings for you, but he always found himself watching you shuffle around the Ancient DreamSMP, curled in on yourself as you walked to and from shrines for the gods that you had made.

Philza, the God of Survival and Crows, leaned over a bowl of ink and water and stared into the swirling designs, watching as it shifted into a picture. He saw a lovely figure kneeling at the base of a statue, placing a bowl of fresh bread and cakes, before lighting some incense and standing up, their head dipped in silent prayer.

The winged god chuckled softly and adjusted his large hat before cupping his hands together in a bowl shape. Slowly, with very minor concentration, a golden chain appeared with an emerald heart shape dangling off of it. With a small but sharp whistle, a black crow swooped in through the window and perched itself on his arm, "Yes Dadza?" It chirped telepathically, tilting its head curiously.

"Hello, my child. I would like you to place this on the young mortal's doorstep. I trust you will be able to find it?" He smiled softly and held out the piece of jewellery to the feathered creature who picked it up in its beak.

"Sure, Dadza!" The bird gave a squawk before hopping over to the bowl of ink and water to study the appearance of the mortal. "Oh! It's (Y/n) again! Didn't Technoblade recently cause a man to meet his end because he was rude to them?"

The man sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand, "Yes, Techno is brash like that... I should speak to him about that after... Now, be on your way. I would like them to receive the gift before they start putting their faith in other gods." With another telepathic chirp, the bird quickly took flight and headed out the window. Once his beloved crow, Chat, was gone, he leaned over the bowl again.

The mortal was now praying to Technoblade's shrine, after giving an offering of beer and herbs with the incense now re-lit. Phil decided to disperse the image with a wave of his hand, beginning to make his way to his old friend, the God of War and Blood.

With a flurry of black feathers, Philza landed on the balcony Techno had designed specifically for him and closed his wings neatly behind him, "Techno?" He called, walking through the red curtains into the room of the God. When his emerald-coloured eyes landed on the tall man, he discovered that he was hunched over a large bronze dish like he had been moments ago.

"Yeah, I'm here." The pink-haired male sighed, adjusting his glasses before pushing his long hair out of his face as he looked up from the bowl. "What do you need, Phil?"

"I'm here to discuss (Y/n). That mortal we are both smitten with?" He watched as the god's cheeks visibly turned pink despite his tough demeanour, causing Philza to chuckle into his hand, "Relax. It's obvious. And I know how you had one of your followers beheaded that poor fisherman."

"Millionaires. Not followers." Techno retorted with a scoff as he stepped away from the bowl filled with likely water and ink. "In my defence he deserved it. He should've known better and held his tongue when being in the presents of one of my worshipers."

Phil wasn't able to hold back his sigh, "Millionaires? Good grief Techno, you're just making up words at this point. Besides, that's not the main reason I flew out here," The Survival God's eyes suddenly darkened, catching Techno off guard but nonetheless made him happy, "I heard... That (Y/n) has been getting threats from the village of L'Manberg."

Techno frowned at the thought of anything happening to their favourite mortal. The images that appeared in his mind caused the voices in his head to roar in anger, demanding for human blood to be spilt across his shrines.

"Yeah. I suggest we put a stop to it. But, I do want to meet our little mortal..." Philza smirked a bit, raising his hand in an attempt to stop Techno from seeing how violent his thoughts were becoming towards the humans.

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You couldn't help but smile as you saw the new jewellery that had been placed at your doorstep, scooping it up into your hands and taking a moment to put the necklace and solid gold armband on. You were quite aware that the vast amounts of jewellery covering your body made you a target for thieves, but you trusted in your gods to keep you safe.

On your eighteenth birthday, your village had dressed you up and offered you to the gods in exchange for safety and a good harvest, chaining you in the middle of the dessert on a stone platform. You would have perished from starvation had a black crow not have carried a basket filled with the ripest and fresh fruits you had ever had. That's when you knew that Philza was watching over you.

Technoblade had started watching over you not long after that. On a trip into the village for yeast to make bread to offer Philza, a creep had cornered you in an alleyway. He began making disgusting remarks towards you, but a man with glowing gold eyes and red sclera came up and pummeled him into the ground before completely vanishing. It had been a high priest of Technoblade's Syndicate temple who told you that it was the God of Blood and War who saved you.

"Look," Techno whispered under his breath as he saw you standing in your doorway with a soft smile. Philza peaked around the corner as well, watching you attach the jewellery to your (s/t) skin with a smile of his own, "I take it the necklace is from you?" The tusked male asked as he pulled the hood on his cheap commoner clothing up to cover his noticeable pink hair.

Phil did the same, trying to hide his inhumane blue eyes from view, while also trying to shoo away Chat who was relentlessly teasing the two of them, "Sh! Chat, it's not like- No. Shut. WHat?! I'm not being a creep!" He hissed to the blackbird, trying to bat it away with his free hand, while Techno was snickering to himself, "Wait, no! This is my bread, (Y/n) made it for me! Get your own!"

After watching his old friend get bullied by Chat for a few minutes, he turned back to watch you walk back out of your home, holding the cup of beer you had placed at his shrine earlier today. Your offerings were always his favourite... He would burn this entire village down if they tried to chain you into the desert again... Actually.. That was a good idea...

The two gods silently followed behind you, watching you nervously try your best to avoid social conversation, but they noticed how the other mortals seemed to look down upon you for wearing so much golden jewellery.

"H-he-hello..." You murmured out meekly as you approached the man selling fruits and different herbs. Leaning forward, you carefully inspected the cranberries and cinnamon specifically, knowing that they were Philza's and Technoblade's favourite offerings.

You heard footsteps walking behind you, but because the market was busier than normal today, you decided to brush it off. Until you felt someone gently grab the golden jewellery dangling from your ears, giving it a light pull, "Solid gold, ey? Aren't you a poor little peasant?" A voice male voice cooed softly in your ear, causing you to spin around quickly, backing up until you hit the table that all the fruit and herbs were placed on.

Dream. The high priest of DreamXD's temple. The God of Control and Manipulation. This man truly believed he was the walking incarnate of the god himself, and even named himself after the god! Truly a maniac...

"Dream..." You murmured softly, your body trembling and flinching away from his touch, "I-I'm not giving them to you for you to offer up to your twisted god... I worship Technoblade and Philza... No one else."

The masked man growled in annoyance before he snapped his fingers and two men in masks grabbed onto your shoulders before beginning to tear the golden jewellery off of your body. Snapping the golden chains off from around your neck and wrists, pulling the earrings out of your ears and the golden bands from around your biceps. The entire time you yelped and begged for them to leave the gifts you had received from your gods alone, everyone else around you putting their heads down and averting their eyes, pretending not to see you.

A flurry of black feathers clouded your vision and you heard three hard thuds before a loud barking voice echoed through your ears.

"How DARE you!"

"Techno! Help me burn this damned village to the ground!"

[dashofmonsters]

The Long Road Pt. 6

Female Reader x Male Naga

It wasn't as much as running into but more like tripping over. Both you and the stranger who you tumbled over stagger in the dirt.

"I am so sorry I didn't know anyone else was in the area!" you stammer as you turn to help whoever it was you knocked over.

"Quite alright, quite alright!" he huffs and grunts as he pulls himself up and dusts his white robes. "I'm used to gettin' knocked around here and there, ain't nothing to old Charlie."

That was a name you remember hearing Silas and Luctux bring up, that they had a party member or the same name and he was also a gnome like the gentleman before you. It was a longshot but perhaps...

"You wouldn't happen to know a Silas or Luctux would you? I mean they mentioned knowing someone by-"

"Know them?! Bah! Of course I know them! Damn tiefling owes me three hundred pieces of gold and that Silas boy..." Charlie shakes his head, "Dunderhead, he and that dolt of a Drider."

"Cavan?" you ask, prodding a little bit just to be sure.

"Oh aye! You know them?" he perks up, his glimmering green eyes alight with curiosity.

"Only Luctux and Silas, we're staying in one of the-"

"They're here?!" Charlie looks around as if they're not far behind you.

"They're asleep... it was a bit of an emotional evening," you grimace, "I'm certain one of them wouldn't mid filling you in, it's really not my place to talk about it."

Charlie sighs and crosses his arms, "It seems there will be a lot of grim news to go around. It might not be your place to tell me but let me ask you this, have they spoken of Singred?"

"Only in passing or last night when they were telling stories about the party," you answer.

Charlie frowns at this and grumbles, "So they haven't seen him either... this does not bod well."

"Is he missing?" you feel your heart tighten in your chest. Both Luctux and Silas had a hell of a night over Selia but you couldn't imagine how they'd take the news of another party possibly... No he's just missing, maybe forgot to write and update someone on his whereabouts...

"Missing... no he's not missing. He doesn't just up and leave without reason or warning. No he's either been taken or is in hiding, neither a good sign," Charlie's face darkens and his shimmering green eyes blaze with a silent rage.

You've heard a couple groups brought up, The Merchant Crows and The Blood Dragon Brides, but you didn't know if there were any other suspects and besides this wasn't any of your business but you can't help but to feel upset by it all. Silas had lost Selia and it hurt him so much, what would happen if he lost Singred too?

"I'll go wake them up, they need to hear this," you start to head back to the house but Charlie catches you.

"Let them rest, no doubt they'll find sleep hard to come by once they learn about Singred," he tells you.

With holding this sounds like a bad idea but you also know that Charlie has a point. Silas has been a wreck about Selia and his mood has been anything but friendly, no telling how on the edge he'll be about this. Letting him and Luctux rest for now is the only kindness you can offer.

Charlie tugs your hand and points towards the center of the old village, "Come and keep an old man company in the meanwhile, I have many things to speak of and many things I'd like to hear."

You follow him to what was once the village center where people must have traded and talked the day away before whatever disaster struck here. Charlie plops on a bench by the well and takes a deep breath.

"This is probably the most peaceful land I've been on. Hildaren and Roskar are too big for their britches and there's always some war or some noble family too good for the rest of the pigs they dine with! Bah!" he scrunches his face and kicks up some dirt, "Malredra hardly has any issues like the larger continents but that doesn't mean she's without her own shadows."

Living in Melmar you knew all too well about the problems fishing towns like yours faced but you had strong alliances that protected you from anything serious like pirates and another nations naval forces. It's always been a comfort but you also knew such alliances rarely lasted and such protection was flimsy at best, at least that's what your father always drilled in your head. You knew of Melmar's threats but now you know of others and it's a lot to keep up with.

"We ran into many factions and made a great many enemy with those who would wish to disturb the old peace of this land. Some are born on her soil and others have come here to seek fortune and power. They are fools through and through," he sneers and pounds his fists on the bench.

"More than just the Merchant Crows and The Blood Dragon Brides," you ask, hoping 'many' meant maybe one or two more.

"Oh aye, there were quite a few... lets see... The Children on Vron, you'd find them east of Brakkor. Less threatening and more annoying honestly. Then there's Dagdrol's Dead Hands, a lot of thieves and mercenaries from Roskar. They'd be more of a threat if they got their shit together... But if we're talking about big threats that would go to Captain Notus Alswind, his fleet has been building up these last twenty years and little by little he's earned his way inwards and..." Charlie's face freezes at some sudden realization.

"Oh... oh no..." he whispers to himself.

"What? What is it?" you crouch next to him and take his shivering hands.

"A month before... before the party split... Singred, Selia, and I went on one ship and the others went to another. We didn't think we'd get close to the captain's ship much less the captain himself but we did. We played off as new ship hands and Notus took a shine to Singred's quiet stoic nature and had him work within the inner circle as an errand boy," Charlie explains as he pulls out a pipe, knocking the ash out before refilling from a bag at his hip.

"I'm guessing he heard or saw something he shouldn't have," you ask.

Charlie summons a small flame within his palm and lights the contents of his pipe before taking a long drag and exhaling with a grumble, settling further into his old bones on the bench.

"Malredra is a small continent but is large enough to be its own country. The current king has only had his rumpus rear on the throne for a good five years but already has a reputation far better than his old fart of a grandfather who has invited a pirate's wrath onto these fair lands," he starts to explain how the previous king caught one of the pirate captains and had her executed without trial. This sparked a war that your father often told you about with great pain. Her name was Aella but you didn't know why this was such a big deal other than she had the highest respect amongst the other captains. Charlie tells you that she was the sister of two of the most notorious pirates, Notus and Zale Alswind.

Your heart drops and you hope that there's just a funny coincidence with names here since your father's name is also Zale. You know he took your mother's surname when they married but never bothered to ask him his real last name... that needs to be remedied soon you think, just to be certain because there is absolutely no way he was a pirate...

"They say the sands were stained with blood for years and that the war only ended when there were hardly any ships left. Malredra's fleet had dwindled to three ships and the pirate's only had five. There was no way of winning but both sides were too tired to keep this up. Eventually Captain Zale reached out and brokered for peace. It is said he was mild in temper and just wanted to lay his sister to rest properly, those were his terms. The king would not agree but his son, the former king, rest his soul, forced his hand and his ass away from the throne," he waves his pipe around, swirling the smoke away as he groans.

"But that wasn't enough for Notus was it?" you grimace.

"Nay... He was not satisfied and demands a head for a head, even if he has to take it himself," Charlie slides off the bench and lands with a hard thud. "The king has three sisters and a daughter, no doubt Notus will wished to be overly compensated for his loss."

There's a long silence as you take all this in. You don't want to even think you might have some small connection in all this but until you can confirm with your father it's hard not to. He never spoke of his family or what he did before he married your mother, not even Roslyn nor Peter knew.

"And now the past is catching up to the present. When we split up, Singred agreed to go to the king with the information he found. I'd tell ya but-"

"I get it, the less anyone else knows about it the better?" you nod your head.

"Yes... but if he's in hiding or worse, has been taken then it might mean he hasn't been able to gain audience with his majesty. If that is true then I might have to impart what he told Selia and I what he saw to the rest of the party, perhaps even you," he says grimly.

Charlie takes another long drag from his pipe, grumbling something under his smoky breath. The old gnome's wrinkly face seems to sag as an arrange of frustration and sorrow plague him. There is no comfort you can offer him for the news he offered and the knowing of hard times to come. This was not the adventure and traveling you had asked for, but as the days go by it seems to be the one that both you and Silas need.

"I should... I need to go check on them, they had a little to drink last night so uh... I'll be right back," you excuse yourself and Charlie nods, still grumbling.

Your legs feel wobbly and your feet heavy as you drag yourself back to the house the three of you are staying at. You were nervous about seeing them awake. What would you tell them? How could you possibly explain all that Charlie just dumped on you? It's a lot and-

"Oh there you are! Taking a morning walk?" you look up and see a groggy Luctux tucking his shirt into his trousers. He stumbles about a little bit as he saunters towards you. "By the gods you look exhausted, did you even sleep at all?"

You shake your head and swallow hard. He tries to escort you back to the house saying that you'll need your beauty sleep and how worried Silas will be about you but you don't budge.

"Something's eating at you, was it about last night? I'm sorry if I was short and it scared you but-"

You shake your head and exhale heavily, "Charlie is here... he said that Singred is missing and it might have to do with Notus."

There, you said it. It felt like you were spitting those words out as fast as you could to get them off your tongue but you couldn't stand holding onto it any longer.

Luctux stiffens, his expression mute. His dark blue eyes widen as he goes somewhere deep within his own mind. You pat his arm but he doesn't move, doesn't respond. He blinks hard a couple of times and his breathing becomes heavier.

"He said he could possibly be in hiding so...," you try to reassure him though you know it probably won't help.

"If Notus found out where he was then there's not many places where he can hide safely, not without putting others at risk and he wouldn't dare to," Luctux sneers, his eyes alit with rage.

There's nothing you can say or add that will give him hope. Things were stacking up with Selia's death, the knife your father gave you and now Singred has gone missing. One big problem after another.

The tiefling starts throwing his arms around in rage, kicking the dirt until a cloud of dust had built around his feet. He began to curse and eventually punched a hole into one of the nearby buildings. All you could do was watch with a heavy heart.

"No amount of hollering into the winds will do a damn thing to bring us any closer to finding our friend you horned headed heathen," Charlie grunts as he strolls out from an alley you had come through earlier.

Luctux cuts the gnome a harsh glare but breaks to his knees in tears.

"There's no way of knowing if Notus has our friend. Our best option is to get to Gilli and rally the rest of the party there. I don't think Cavan will be up to join us though, I think he's pretty much settled down into the married life," Charlie mulls and nibbles on his pipe.

"I'm afraid our numbers have dwindled to just myself, you and Silas then... Selia had been..." Luctux choked on his words at the mention of their late friend. The old gnome's eyes glisten with tears that he quickly bats away with a few hard blinks.

You quickly explain what Silas had said last night and Charlie nods his head as he listens. Luctux has to dismiss himself partway through and you hear him vomit violently after he rounds into the alleyway he came from.

Charlie's face darkens in a quiet mix of rage and anguish when you end the tale of his late party member's demise. Your heavy heart aches anew and the anger you suppressed earlier comes back. You've known Silas for a good little bit now and Luctux for a handful of days but you feel as if you've formed a connection with them and even now with Charlie... You hate seeing them like this and you now hate those who have brought them to tears.

The rage you're feeling starts to consume you, burning your blood and the crusted corners of your eyes. You had slept and wept and felt all manners of emotions in such a short amount of time but it was nothing like this. Your entire body is hot, like you were right in the heart of a fire. In a panic you run off towards the well in the center of the old village, stumbling until you fall.

Your hands hit the ground first and you scream when fire roars from your palms, knocking you back in fright.

Charlie is the first to come to your aid, confused as you are by the sudden flames that lick the buildings surrounding you and the fire light flickering in your hands.

"I...I... help...," you whimper, tears streaking down your face.

Before Charlie is able to speak both Luctux and a startled Silas run into the burning alleyway.

"What in the nine hells is going on?!" Luctux asks, dodges a falling flame.

The elderly gnome looks nods his head and kneels by your side, taking your hands in his, "Breathe, the fire will not hurt you but if you are not careful it can get out of control and ravage this village and the surrounding flora."

Silas and Luctux try to talk but Charlie silences them, telling you once again to breathe. He guides you into what seems like some sort of meditation, your breathing settling into a steady rhythm in time with the little fire in your hands. Little by little it gets smaller until it snuffs out completely into a tiny smoky sizzle and pop.

"It's gone, for now... I take it that this is the first time your fire has manifested?" Charlie asks you.

All you can do is nod and swallow hard.

"Can't say for certain but you're mostly likely an elementalist, maybe a mage... could be a witch too. You'll need an assessment, do you have anybody in your family like yourself?" you hear what he's saying but it doesn't sound real.

You having magical abilities sounds like a load of blarney and yet here you are, palms ashen by a flame born of sheer rage. You quickly dust your hands off on your torn skirts and scramble to get up. The fire that had grabbed the buildings nearby had begun to sizzle out into a dark smoke. Both Silas and Luctux look at you with disbelief and something else that makes your chest tighten.

This was the last straw...

Turning on your heel you make a mad dash away from the alley. The three men call for you and you hear someone give chase. You didn't care, you were in a much better condition than any of them and could run for days. Your legs carry you to the edge of the village and into the forest you were in the day prior.

A root trips you and twists your ankle. You grit your frustration as your pull yourself up and continue running with a limp. You couldn't care for the pain because what was one more bad thing after everything else you've just been dealt.

Slowed and weary you manage to somehow make it a small clearing where you hide away in a bush to catch your breath. You hear Luctux call out for you but you don't answer. Charlie and Silas call out for you, they're nearby, but you don't answer.

Charlie and Silas speak to one another but you can't make out what they're saying just that Silas sounds like he's crying. Normally you'd want to hold him and dry his tears but you can't trust yourself, can't trust your own hands not to burn him.

You ball your hands into fists, tightening them till your nails dig into your flesh. Anger swells in your throat but you quickly quell it before you set fire to the bush you're hiding in. You note the chatter has ended and you hear the slithering of Silas' tail close to you. Holding your breath you wait for him to pass but he ends up circling the bush instead.

"My dear...," his voice is hoarse and dry as he pleads to you, "please come out... we'll figure this out." He reaches a hand down into the bush and for a second you think to reach out but you hold your hands to your chest.

Silas sighs and reaches down further till his hand is touching your cheek, "Please, I know you're scared and that a lot is happening but I promise I'll be with you through it all... just please come out... don't leave me"

His hand caresses you, only stopping when you take his hand in yours and hold it still across your eyes. Not a sound leaves your mouth when you open it as you cry. Your tears pool into his hand until he frees himself and pulls you out of hiding and into his arms.

You cry against his chest, his cool skin calming the heat in your cheeks and his heart beat steadying your own as you listen. When the tears finally run out, you're exhausted and sway in his hold. You fight to stay awake, sleep be damned if you're going to have to deal with more revelations and emotions today.

As you try and move away from his hold Silas tightens his arms around you and pulls you up closer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You almost can't help but to laugh and pat a hand against his chest.

"Silas, you're being clingy again," you poke at him.

He mumbles something, tickling your skin in the process. You sigh.

"Your friend is missing and now I can shoot fire from my hands and I think my dad was a pirate... I'm having a bit of a day Silas," you groan, pat his chest again.

"Did you have to run away though?" he asks, his voice still gravely and dry.

You don't answer right away and try once more to peel away but he holds fast awaiting your reply.

"I didn't know what else to do... I was scared ok? Wouldn't you be?" a tinge of anger swells in your chest at his question. You attempt to tamper it down but it sticks on you like a barnacle to the hull of a worn ship. "I shot fucking fire from my hands! You guys looked at me as if I was some... some sort of murderous arsonist and I couldn't stand it!" You grit your last words and try and push away again.

Silas' hold goes from a tight wrap to gripping your hips and you still. His claws sank dangerously into you but never sliced fabric nor flesh, only punctuating an emotion he has yet to express. "I was scared too, not of you but for you. And when you ran it only confirmed my greatest fear."

The thought of another person being scared with you seems ridiculous but Silas is that sort of naga. His outright attachment towards you always seemed strange but day by day you got used to it. You're both emotional to the point that it gets overbearing, but you're both learning and leaning on another. Even now, even after you ran.

You bring your hands up to his jawline and cup his face, tilting it back just enough so you can see his eyes. They're blood shot and sunken, his silver glint blurred. You swallow a laugh at how you both keep going back and forth with comforting each other but you fail and lightly chuckle. He grimaces.

"We have a bad habit of crying a lot," you shake your head with a smile.

Silas scoffs but gives you a tired smile all the same, "You cry more though."

"Are you keeping count?" you pinch his cheek and he hisses at you.

"I might be inclined to now," he sighs.

There's a moment of peace between the both of you until you try again to squirm out of his grasp, "We should probably head back now... So uh.."

Your cheeks feel flush when he brings his face close to yours and a gasp escapes your lips when his claws travel a little further down your hips but remain tight in their hold on you. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine and a strange heat throughout your body.

"Promise me you won't run away again, not unless you absolutely have to...," he whispers against your lips, his breath shuddering at his plea.

This was a trap or at least it felt like it. You slide a hand down from his face, tracing his collar bone with your fingers as you continue down to his arm and hand. You manage to wedge your fingers between your hip and his claws, dislodging them enough to where you could bring his hand up and over your heart.

Silas' fingers twitch and he dares a breath closer to you, "I promise you that whatever happens I'll be by your side... could you promise me the same?"

His hand crumples your shirt when he feels the rapid beat of your heart. You're tongue tied but not from fear. Silas had many faces, a tenacious flirt, a cry baby, a wonderful conversationalist with a heart of gold, a worry wort, and ever so often this... you had yet to name it for the feelings it gave you were wordless and without definition.

When you don't say anything you feel his lip curl up in a snarl, "Speak now or I'll be tempted to kiss you."

That somehow forced the rock in your throat down and with a heavy swallow you open your lips, "Give me your pinky then."

A softness returns to him when he lets out a breathy laugh. He leans his forehead against yours and unhooks your other hand from his cheek, wrapping his pinky around yours.

"We'll figure all this out once we're in Gilli and hopefully nothing else will happen," Silas huffs and you laugh.

"At this rate I won't be surprised if anything else does happen. We seem to get one to two new revelations a day," you snicker.

"Don't jinx us," he pinches your hip and you squirm. "We should head back. Charlie and Luctux went back to the village after I told them you were nearby."

You nod and as you once again try to back away you're stopped when Silas resituates you in his arms, "I saw you twist your ankle. I'm not going to let you walk till you see a doctor."

Silas leads the both of you back to the village where Charlie and Luctux wait. Both are talking by the well, the tiefling looking more sober and less sick in the face. They both perk up when they see you but wince when they see your injured foot.

"We need to pack up and get to Gilli, today. Luctux you've been there before do you know where to find a healer?" Silas asks, his speech sure and unnervingly calm for what just happened.

Before he can answer Charlie shakes his head, "There are no clerics there, only apothecaries and surgeons. She'll be down for a month maybe longer with their methods. Have her rest and stay off her feet for a couple days, I can fix it but I need to get some supplies first."

Luctux and Silas look at the gnome with open mouth shock before he chuckles, "Yous boys are forgetting that I have friends in high places."

"You did not just make a pun about the gods... nines hells Charlie your humor hasn't aged as well as you have," Luctux groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And as always you lace your insults with compliments, you hide your truth very well old friend," Charlie beams at him, biting his pipe with a snarky grin.

Silas sighs, a soft smile on his face. He missed this, the back and forth snide commentary and friendly jabs. Luctux spoke the language of easy jokes and flirty remarks, something you think Silas picked up from him. His quick friendly demeanor mimicked Charlie's who showed instant kindness to a stranger who just hurdled into him. He was a collection of personalities you realized, a collection he was hiding behind.

The thought sank your heart to your stomach. You know he's keeping secrets from you and for a while you've been comfortable with it but now it added to everything else. What was he hiding and could you handle it? You quickly shake the idea away, such thinking held no merit at the moment and would only sour your already horrid mood.

After minutes of light banter between the three old friends do they finally decide to make plans to depart for Gilli. Silas will carry you part of the way and Luctux the other half. Plans are made and you are forced to sit and relax and not to move a single muscle, not even to pack things away neatly. You cringe as Silas stuffs his unfolded tunics into his pack.

It takes nearly an hour to pack and another two after all four of you realize how empty your stomachs are. Luctux brandishes his crossbow and hunts down a few local fowls and a rabbit for a late lunch. You would help had you not been banned to the chair to rest, Silas keeping his tail just under your feet to make sure you don't attempt to slip down and help.

Once your group is well fed and bags repacked are you finally able to start towards Gilli. George who had been very lazy and content to stay in the burning hearth begrudgingly sought Silas' tail to hang on when you motioned that it was time to leave.

The road to the Gilli's waypoint portal is luckily smooth and well carved by what you can only guess is centuries worth of well travel. Silas carries you with ease but you worry for his wounds. You forced him to let you redress them and both you and Charlie agreed he needed a healer more than you did.

"How's your ankle?" Silas asks, breaking the long silence of quiet traveling.

"It feels gross..." you frown. In all honesty the poultice was nice, but the fact that no one could find the mortar and pestle to grind up the herbs for it was the mortify part. A quick chew and a spit slather onto the cloth had done the trick. You quivered when the mush hit your skin and again at the memory.

"If it makes you feel any better it tasted terrible too," Silas grimaces. Yes he was the one who volunteered to chew the herbs since some are not alright to ingest and he can stomach all manners of poisons.

"You wouldn't have had to if you packed everything neatly. Had I done it I would have been able to pull out the contents of any bag with confidence instead of blindly rooting around and giving up," you harrumph, still annoyed about the packing.

Silas rolls his eyes, you two have had this conversation before over his style of packing which was nonexistent. Even Charlie shook his head as he watched Silas and Luctux stuff the bags and pouches with little to no care.

"I'll let you organize to your heart's content once we've found an inn with a decent hearth," he chuckles.

"What will you and Luctux do once we settle in Gilli?" you ask.

"We'll probably meet with Cavan and have a rather long and serious talk, one that can't be avoided any longer..." he groans, his shoulders sag a bit.

Luctux slows his pace to walk astride Silas and clears his throat, "I may need to clear this up now before we reach his doorstep but when the party split things didn't go so well for Cavan and I. One thing lead to another and we were stuck in one of the rings of hell for nearly ten years... basically a year and a half in mundane time. He's weary and wise and no longer holds old grudges."

Silas comes to a hard stop and nearly drops you at this news.

"Ten years," the naga's silver eyes widen in disbelief and terror. A year in hell was maddening but not unheard of in tales you've heard from old adventurers but ten?!

"Keep your pace friend, you can burn his ear off about it once we're in Gilli. I do not have the stomach to recall those last few years or I'd tell you myself," Luctux pats Silas' arm, ushering him forward.

The quiet travel continues with this new found knowledge. Silas' wide eyes eventually are forced into a squint as a gust of frigid wind laps at his face. He holds you closer, careful of your injuries. The weather is fair though there's a faint smell of a storm yet to come.

Charlie complains about his knees and your suspicion rings correct, old bones don't lie.

The group breaks close to sundown for a momentary rest and so Luctux and Silas can trade off bags. Silas sits you on his coils tail while Charlie prepares his pipe, knocking the remnants of his midday smoke against a tree. Luctux takes out his map and glasses, smiling when he realizes how close the four of you are to the portal.

"We should be in Gilli's borders before the moon fully ascends. If luck is on our side a good inn will await us," the tiefling nods, placing his specs back in the breast pocket of his vest.

"An inn and ale to warm these bones will be nice. I don't fancy overstaying my time in Gilli though, we've much to tend to and little time to prepare. I don't imagine Cavan as much help other than a go between for information and if we can bribe his future father in law, a possible route to send goods if needed," Charlie nibbles his pipe then takes a long drag, exhaling softly into the cold dusk.

Silas sighs, "I had forgotten he was engaged." He crosses his arms and huffs. There was a lot of emotion in that breath, sympathy, remorse and jealousy.

Charlie chuckles, "His fiance may come off as shy and a bit of a worry wort but she's got fire and wit. Her younger sister is sharp and ambitious, a force not to be trifled with."

"Though an exceptional conversationalist if memory serves me correct. That and a more forward flirt than even myself," Luctux adds.

"Shocking and here I thought you said no one could best you in the language of seduction," Silas quips.

"There are few who speak it fluently and even fewer who speak it with eloquence and a seasoned tongue," the tiefling wriggles his brows with a snide grin.

The elderly gnome slaps his back real hard, "You're disgusting as ever, there's a lady in our midst."

You couldn't help but to chuckle when someone thought your ears were innocent, "I'm the daughter of a fisherman and had worked in a pub. I've heard fouler language in my days and talks of what goes on in the bedroom or stables. Luctux is more poetic than the harsh straight forward rambles of fucking."

Luctux bows as if humbled by some compliment you've given him while Charlie grimaces in disgust. Silas on the other hand is laughing so hard you can feel it in the coils you sit on.

"I can't imagine Peter would allow your ears to suffer such conversation," he wipes a tear from his eye.

"He owned the pub but could do little to control the way the men and women there would speak," you shrug.

"People will always talk," Luctux nods and sighs. "We should carry on, I don't enjoy nightly travels."

Luctux with the help of Silas hoists you onto his back. The tiefling smells faintly of the sweet wine you shared and a spiced cologne. Silas slithers nearby, keeping pace with him at all times. His gait is smooth and surefooted as if he's walked this path many times.

His hold on you slips a couple of time with Silas catching at both times and prying you off and back into his arms when he did it for a third and final time.

"The signs of aging are cruel, I can no longer parade a beautiful woman on my back," Luctux cries in false agony.

Silas punts his back with his tail and the tiefling stumbles and feigns as though he's being bullied. You roll your eyes, how had Selia dealt with them on a near daily bases is beyond you.

With the sun finally down the chill in the air wraps tightly around you and Silas shivers as he lifts you closer into a position where your arms hold around his neck much like a scarf. Any other time and you'd guess this was careless flirting but the way he shakes says otherwise.

Luctux points out a clearing ahead, the waypoint portal to Gilli. He quickly slaps his specs back on and grabs a pouch filled with dirt and twigs. The ritual isn't showy nor does he drag it on to make it so. With little care, the tiefling tosses the dirt into the air only for a vacuum to suck it in. A light flickers and opens up, a strange maw that opens into another forest with town lights not so far away.

Charlie takes the lead with Luctux, Silas and you in tow. The air here is colder but there is a pleasant lack of a bristling breeze. Luctux scoops up a handful of dirt to replace his stores, brushing his hand on his trousers before heading onwards.

Gilli is a lively town at night. Music and the smell of wine and roasting meats wafts into your nose causing your stomach to ache. Silas' ache was much louder and you laugh.

"My dear I have been carrying you for near half a day, if I'm not starved by now then I must be ill," he pinches your cheek.

"Alright I'll give you that. I'm not too heavy am I?" you ask.

"Not at all and besides you're warm so that's a bonus for me," he nuzzles against your neck.

You still when Charlie glances back, his brows raising with a knowing smile. He chuckles and mutters something about youth and you groan.

Luctux leads the group right to Gilli's bustling town square. People were dancing and laughing, enjoying the music. You look up towards the stage and see a very familiar orc playing the drums. Bralgar must have spotted you because when the song ends he waves at you and jumps down.

Silas huffs and tries to hide his annoyance when the orc runs up to greet you. His smile fades instantly when he sees your injury.

"It's good to see you but you look terrible," Bralgar grimaces.

"A lot has happened..." you shrug with a tired smile.

"Yes and we need to get her to an inn to rest," Silas adds, his tone straight and cold.

The tiefling gives you a questioning side glace as does Charlie, you feel as if you could die from sheer embarrassment right about now.

"Normally I'd agree that that would be a sound idea but all the inns are booked for the winter market. Most likely will stay that way for another week or two," the orc sighs, this time sharing in Silas' frustration.

"Would you perhaps then know where we could find an Eloise Maher?" Luctux asks.

"The heiress to the Maher Trading company?" Bralgar raises a brow at the tiefling.

"Yes, she's an old friend of mine. Would you know where I could find her?" he asks again.

Bralgar glares at Luctux and crosses his arms, "She'd be visiting her sister and brother in law at the moment though she's due back in the square soon. She doesn't like being gone from the chatter for far too long."

Luctux looks over at the group and chuckles, "Looks like we'll be paying Cavan a visit sooner than intended."

To everyone's surprise Charlie knew exactly where to go. He explains that he got notice of an injured and cursed Drider in Gilli and no cleric nor high healer would help.

"He was bleeding out muck and miasma, the putrid smell almost made me vomit out my lunch," the gnome cringes at the memory.

"His wounds were terrible and he's now blind in two of his eyes, but he adjusted years ago in hell. He's not the same anymore," Luctux sighs.

"And neither are any of us..." Charlie finishes the conversation as he nods to a lovely two story manor. The doors are large but the have to be to accommodate a Drider's width. Charlie knocks on the heavy wood and waits. You hear the sound of nearby chatter and someone walking closer. Luctux decides to stand beside the gnome as a recognizable face.

When the door creaks open a small woman steps out and looks at the small crowd assembled on the step. She gasps and throws her arms around Luctux and laughs.

"I was wondering if we'd ever get to see you again!" she hugs him tighter and he returns the squeeze.

"It has been quite a while, since when have you been the heiress to a trading company?" he parts from her a grins.

"Since my sister and Cavan announced their wedding date," she beams but the smile doesn't last. Her eyes turn to concern as she looks past him and to you. Luctux places a hand on her shoulder and shakes his head.

"I'm afraid I bring horrid news to this town and your family. We need to speak with Cavan and later, you and your father. Time is of the essence Elli," he says grimly, gripping her shoulder a little before letting go.

Eloise nods and leads the group into the house. A large wolf lays by a hearth that George waddles over to with ease. Your glad the wolf seems friendly, he must be Not Food. Silas pouts a bit, probably wishing he could pet the large beast but he has you in his hands.

"I hope you're not here to take him on another long winded adventure, my sister might not be so hospitable if that's the case," she remarks.

"No no, we're just here to relay news and hopefully find a place to stay... one is injured and the other doesn't do well in this chill," Luctux points over to you and Silas. Eloise nods her head and leads you further into the house.

She knocks on a door to announce that there's company and barrels through.

"Please tell me it's not my mother attempting to discuss the wedding at this hour," you hear a pained groan who you can only assume is Cavan.

Luctux, Charlie, you and Silas come in at Eloise's signal and you're almost at a loss for words. It was meant to be just a simple still room but it was decorated in gorgeous fabrics and smelled of exotic spices and fruits.

The Drider, Cavan, showed his age and time in hell. His blind eyes were dulled compared to the bright yellow the other ones had and you saw scarring where there was skin. His fiance gasps and holds her hand over her heart but Luctux reassures her quickly that they're not here to take him away for more adventuring.

Cavan laughs, "You couldn't pay me enough to go through any of that again. Now then," he pause and glances at you and Silas, "I assume there are matters to be discussed?"

"Grim matters," Silas nods and lifts you up a bit, "She needs a place to rest first."

His fiance escorts you and Silas to a soft green chaise by fire. He lays you down and the bones in your back pop as you come to rest. Silas kisses your cheek and rejoins the group of mumbling men.

"What grim news do you and your naga bring," his fiance asks, taking a seat next to you.

You swallow hard and take a deep breath, "Of a friend lost and a friend missing. And-" the words get stuck in your throat. You didn't want to say it but you know the chance is high from what Charlie said.

Before she gets the chance to ask what else Cavan speaks up, his voice harsh and loud, "War! That's what would happen! Nine hells our shores will be washed with blood again!"

The men bicker and scream at each other then. You try to drown out the argument but nothing helps. Your heart begins to race and the same heat from before starts to rise in your hands.

Not here, not now, you beg to yourself. You clutch at your chest and hear a loud voice over the crowd suddenly.

"That's enough!" Cavan's fiance silences the room and takes your free hand while glaring knives at everyone. Charlie looks to you and nods.

"Agreed, we'll reconvene tomorrow when we're calmer and rested. Our lass needs healing and to have her magic appraised," the gnome states.

Eloise offers a guest house north of the Maher estate that is currently unoccupied and in her order. Cavan and his fiance recommend you see the half elf who just moved here to be with her mother.

"Makes since that Kat would be here if Bralgar is as well," you smile at the thought of seeing her again and getting to meet your grandmother for the first time.

After some time your group departs to the guest house with Eloise. She gives Luctux the key and tells you that she'll have a healer come and see about your ankle tomorrow. Charlie leaves to go back to town for some food while everyone figures out room. Luctux picks one close to the front while Silas goes through every room while holding you.

He finally stops when he reaches a large room with a bed big enough for ten people. He lays you right in the middle and he plops by your side with a groan.

"A bed big enough for a naga, tail and all," you giggle.

Silas chuckles and turns on his side,"I'll take some blankets from the other rooms since I'll be stealing this large on for myself."

"Fair enough," you smile.

His smooth features looks rough and tired in the dim lit room. Silver stands of hair splay across the bed and you start to gently comb through it with your fingers.

"I still love you... fire and all," he cups your face and tilts it back just enough to where he catches your eyes.

"I know," you smile and touch his hand. "I-

He places a finger over your mouth, "Tell me when you are certain of your feelings. There's no rush, I just wanted you to know that not even your new found fire will scare me away from loving you."

"Good to know one of us isn't scared of it," you chuckle.

"Oh no I'm scared of it just not of you," he rolls on top of you and kisses your forehead. "If I upset you just tell me, don't set me on fire."

That makes you laugh a lot harder than you thought it would, "Just try not to get a rise out of me until I have control over whatever the hells this is."

He smiles back at you, the silver in his eyes bright in the moonlight, "I make no such promises my dear, but I will stay by your side unless you set my scale ablaze then I'll be in the well and once I'm done only then will I be back at your side."

"You're impossible to shake," you scrunch your nose at him.

"Are you not glad of that?" he asks.

The question truly throws you off. Through all the absolute insanity that this short trip has been thus so far not once did Silas attempt to leave nor suggest you return to Melmar for your own safety. Truly impossible to shake.

You open your mouth to answer but the shock of loud clanking and door slamming rendered you speechless again.

"That'll be Charlie with dinner. I'll go down and bring us back some of whatever he bought... hells I hope it's nothing spicy," he sticks his tongue out in distaste.

He rolls off the bed with a heavy thud as his tail hits the floor hard. You giggle when some of it gets caught in the blankets and he pouts at you. He slithers down and returns sometime later with a couple large bowls filled to the brim with food. You both eat in relative silence save for remarks on the food.

You're the first to yawn and set your food aside, stretching comfortably on the massive bed. Silas sets his food down as well but only to get those promised blankets from the other rooms. You laugh when he tosses a boat load of covers on top of you, burying you in comfort.

"It's not that cold Silas," you push out from underneath the pile still grinning until you see him shut the doors and remove his shirt. You've shared a tent with him basically naked before and for days at a time, snuggled next to each other for warmth. Sharing a bed shouldn't be that different but at the same time it was and better yet, why? There are at least fifteen other rooms here and he's having you sleep with him?

The innocent answer dawns on you then when you feel the sharp pain in your ankle.

He's being a worrywart again...

Silas and you peel back the covers and you roll one of the blankets under it in case a certain naga rolls up in the larger one. After settle in, Silas pulls you into his arms and rests your head onto his chest. His tail pulls you even closer, the end of it tucking between your legs.

"You're incredibly warm my dear," he sighs in content.

"If you needed a warm body pillow you can always your George you know," you squeak when the tip of his tail twitches against you.

"He's currently occupied with eating the fire wood in Cavan's hearth... I'll have to retrieve him tomorrow. You're much better and cuter," he kisses the top of your head and snuggles against you with yawn. "Sleep well my dear, the days to come might not offer much kind respite."

You try and fall asleep as you listen to his heart beat and comb out his hair like you always do but it doesn't come easy. The past couple of days weigh heavy on your mind and when at last you finally tire into a blackout your mind plays horrors in your dreams. You do not sleep well at all.

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

I'm not Mad

A/n: Hello, My 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back after 5 days? Of being away. Also, I know this pic is from "Defending Jacob" but this was the best I could find. (Totally not because I'm lazy to find another one.)

Chris Evans x Boyfriend reader

Warnings: passionate smut?, no kinks, and fluff

Requested from @nighthunter241

They requested: Male reader is at work while his boyfriend Chris is at the infinity war premiere (their relationship is a secret, so he did not go). While at work he hears some of the other workers talking about how Chris accidentally announced him having a boyfriend. After some days have passed, Chris goes back home and talks to the male reader apologizing about how he exposed the relationship (thinking the male reader was angry with him) But the male reader is relieved that he does not have to be a secret anymore. They celebrate by having a dinner date which ends with the two having a steamy moment (smut).

M/n: Male name

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You were currently at work just doing serving the masses. Everything was going amazing but early a Karen decided to make a fuss.

Flashback

You were just minding your own business, helping some employees until out of the corner of your eyes. You see a woman, who looked like she was in her mid-30s, with blonde hair pushed to the side with some strands on the other side, and wearing sunglasses.

She was yelling and screaming at the poor woman. It looked like the young lady was going to start crying. She was causing a scene, everyone was just pretending like they weren't seeing or hearing anything. Only giving a few glances and some were recording.

"How about you go back to Mexico!" now that's where you cross the line. Well, you crossed the line a long time ago.

"Ma'am, that is highly offensive, and I suggest you leave immediately!" you butted in.

"NO! I won't leave until I have the manager!" She yelled at you, even though you told her to leave in a calm voice.

"I. Am. The. Manager!" You said in a slow tone. Your left eye was twitching and the smile you were giving was twitching. You were this close to losing it.

"Well, sir, this damn immigrant fucked up my food!" you just looked at her like "really?" She was mad over that?! "Okay, ma'am, you could've just ask instead of throwing an adult tantrum."

Her face looked like she was offended. Then she went back to yelling and screaming. "Listen here! I gonna have to ask you to leave or I'm calling the police."

She just screams and screams, annoying the over customers who have to sit through this whole problem. Then she yelled, "He hit me! Stop hitting me!" She said that while she reaching behind the counter to hit ME.

"Y'all are seeing this right? I'm not evening hitting you! My hands are right here!" You just lost but thankfully the police arrived and escorted her out.

"Finally that woman is gone."

(Don't be a Karen, if you don't know what a Karen is then look it up.)

Flashback over.

But other than that, your day was going amazing. Especially since your boyfriend, the famous, Chris Evans was coming back home after the Infinity War premiere. Yes, you were dating the one and one Chris Evans.

You were still at work on your break until you overhear one of your employees. "Really?" "Yeah, apparently Chris Evans has a boyfriend!" two girls were chatting and looking at the other's phone. "Lucky to whoever is dating him! He is literally daddy material."

"Yeah, but they must be cute together! I wonder who it could be?" the two girls began to squeal. They didn't know that their own boss was dating Chris.

Now, you didn't know that he leaked your guy's relationship but you're not mad at him. You're actually relieved and happy that it's not a secret anymore.

All you could do was wait for his return.

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Time Skip (2 days)

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Chris was driving his way to yours and his place. Yes, you and he live together. Many thoughts were running through his head. 'What if he leaves me? What if he's mad at me? Will he still be with me?'

Chris just couldn't stop thinking all about the negative thoughts. He knew you wanted to keep your guy's relationship a secret but he accidentally let it slip.

Flashback.

"So, Chris- do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Or are you in a relationship?" someone asked.

Chris wasn't thinking properly and accidentally said, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend-" Chris stopped himself but it was too late. His eyes widen but tried to play it off.

Everyone was now talking. It was at that moment Chris knew, he fucked up.

Flashback over.

Chris finally arrived at yours and his place. He approached the door and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

You were sitting on the couch just minding your business watching videos on YouTube until the doorbell rings.

'Chris is here!' you yelled in your mind excited to see your boyfriend. He finally arrived from the Infinity War Premiere.

Once you opened the door, you were immediately engulfed by two large hands and the sounds of Chris crying? He held you tight until he spoke.

"Please don't leave me M/n! I didn't mean to say that! I know you wanted to keep it a secret but- I just-..." Chris said crying his face off. You looked at him confused until you remembered what he meant.

"Please don't break up with me! I'll take you out to dinn-" You cut him off there.

"I'm not mad Chris. I'm actually glad that you told everyone." You said in a soft voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck calming him down a little.

"So, you're not mad?" you shake your head no. "Can I still take you out?" you rolled eyes and smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."

You and Chris just ended up cuddling on the couch for the next 4 hours. Chris was scheduling your guy's date at someplace. You hoped it wasn't any of those places cause their food is awful and tastes horrible.

You were cuddling into Chris's warm muscular arm as it was wrapped around your waist. "Hey, baby?" You hear him call out to you. "Yes?" You responded rubbing your head against his muscular arms. Chris smiled at you before speaking.

"Well... I found this place- and don't worry it ain't fancy- So, how about we go?" Chris said scratching the back of his head. You smiled at your nervous boyfriend. "Yes, you lughead."

"Alright, let's get ready." you nodded your head as you got up from your position to get ready. "Oh, and try to be cautious about the paparazzi. Everyone now knows about our relationship."

You nodded your head understanding what he meant. the Paparazzi can be a pain in the ass. bombarding celebrities with cameras and annoying the shit out of them.

After about 30 minutes you both were ready for dinner. Chris also had something else in store for you when got home.

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Time skip (end of your dinner date)

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Everything was going amazing besides the bombardment of the paparazzi, questioning us about our relationship.

Once we got home, Chris said he had one more thing to show you. You wondered what it could be.

"So babe, I know you're not mad about me telling everyone about our relationship but I want to give you the ultimate apology," Chris said while snaking his arm around you.

"Oh? And what's this ultimate apology?" You replied knowing what he meant.

(Disclaimer: I'm not good with writing passionate smut. Message me if this is good.)

"Oh, you'll see baby," Chris said before latching his lips against yours. You kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

You opened your mouth to allow him to have access to your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance with Chris winning. He explored every nook and cranny of your mouth.

Chris pulled back."How about we take this to the room?" "Yes!" Chris smirked before gesturing for you to jump. "Jump baby."

You complied wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Chris grabbed your plump ass for more support. But also because he just wanted to touch it.

He carried you to the room still making out. Once there, he sat on the bed with it sinking under his weight. Chris began to move his hands up and down your sides as the kiss was getting more intense.

(Chris is sitting down, with you on his lap.)

You pulled back with a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. You both took deep breaths before you slowly began to undress Chris. Chris did the same.

"You're so hot." You said, kissing down his neck leaving love bites. Chris groaned as a response. You got up and removed pants and boxers hopped back onto Chris's lap.

Your hard cock slapped your stomach as you hopped back onto his lap. This time it was Chris's turn to leave marks on your smooth skin. "You're so soft..." Chris said with his face buried in your neck leaving his love bites on you.

You whine as Chris pulled back before latching his lips back onto you. You pushed him back onto the bed and began to lick his erected bubs.

You moved your hand across his chiseled abs and massage his left pec. You traced your tongue down to his abs, leaving behind a trail of slick down to his lower part.

You have gotten to one of the best parts of Chris's body. His crotch area. You removed Chris's pants to reveal a large bulge. You licked your lips as you removed his underwear.

Chris's cock slapped his stomach after you removed it. You held his 8-inch cock in your hand. You could feel the heat radiant from it and thick heavy meat.

You gave your lips one final lick before stuffing your mouth with his meaty cock. Chris lost his breath and threw his head back as you took him whole.

Chris liked your wet and warm mouth. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there but he held himself back. You lick his sides and swirling your tongue around his fat tip.

You could taste his delicious and creamy pre-cum. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch meaning that he was close.

"Now, Chris, don't cum now or that will ruin the fun! We haven't even gotten to the best part!" You exclaimed pulling away from his cock. Chris just chuckled, "Sorry, your mouth was just too good."

You smiled at Chris before laying down with your ass pointing towards him. Chris immediately got the gesture and approached you.

Chris wet three fingers with his saliva and traced them around your tight muscle ring. You whimpered as you felt one go in. The first finger was to find your sweet spot.

After moving it around for about a minute you felt shocked run through your veins. "That's where it is," Chris muttered to himself. Then you felt a second finger go in.

Chris was stretching you out properly cause he doesn't want to hurt you. Your small moans were muffled by the pillow you were holding tightly.

Chris noticed, "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Chris asked. "N-no... I'm fine. Please... continue." Chris nodded his head before pulling his fingers out.

Chris then placed his cock on one of your cheeks. "Tell me if it hurts. Okay? I don't want to hurt you." You nodded your head in response. This was it, you finally losing your virginity.

You could feel the tip move past the ring as it pushed deeper then it stopped. "Is it you hurting?" You shake your head no. "N-no... it doesn't hurt. C-continue."

Chris nodded his head before pushing deeper into you. His cock was now fully into you, it was touching your sweet spot. Your cock was twitching at the pleasure even though he didn't start thrusting.

He let you adjust yourself to his large size. He's going to wait until your truly prepared. After about 5 minutes you felt ready.

"You... c-can start to move now." You said whimpering and whining a little. Chris nodded and began to thrust. He started off by giving small thrusts but he already was kissing your sweet spot making you moan.

Chris gave more small thrust, waiting for him to go faster. "P-please go faster..." You begged Chris wanting to feel him more. "Are you sure, I don't-"

"Stop it. I can take it... probably" You muttered the last part. Chris sighed and did what you want. His thrusts then began to go faster. His cock repeatedly began to hit your sweet spot.

Your plump ass was tightening around him as he pushed deeper into your warm love hole. "F-feels... so... g-good." You now know what it's like to have sex after your friends talked about how they had sex.

Your cock began to twitch wanting to release a hard load. You could feel Chris's cock pulse and twitch inside. "I'm... c-close." "Me too," Chris responded, throwing his head back as you tighten around him.

"Let's cum together." You nodded your head. Chris began to go faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over. And you began to tighten around him as his thrusts began to go faster.

The room was getting foggier. Sounds of skin slapping, moaning, and groaning were heard too. You and Chris reached the end.

"I'M CUMMING!" You both yelled at the same time. Your cock busted all over the sheets while you could feel Chris's hot cum fill you up. Painting your wet walls with his paint.

Chris pulled out to see some of his cum pouring out and your twitching and doing a grabbing motion. You never felt so empty before.

You two sat there regaining your breath. Chris laid down and soon you followed. You got up from your position and cuddled into Chris's strong arms.

You laid your head onto his pecs while his arm moved to enclose. It was comfortable laying on him. "I love you, Chris." You said kissing him forehead.

"I love you too, M/n. I'm glad you're not mad at me." Chris replied, planting a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep.

You both laid there snuggling into each other's hold.

THE END

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A/n: Again thank you all. Bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓 see you next time

[dillpickledipp2]

Nurse Trouble

(Part 2)

Jeva's voice was smooth and deep, not that John was paying much attention to that fact. He was not.

"I can only imagine what you've been told." There were reasons he was called Trouble. In his own defense, they typically weren't his fault, and when they were, it was because he forgot to take his medication. Still, a reputation exists.

Marlin smiled, as if to say 'sorry, but I just had to'. John flashed a smile back. "Nothing bad John, or at least nothing I think is bad. Just some of your more interesting incidents. Like the incident in lab 404." John flushed red.

The incident with the cats. "Well, to be fair I wasn't the only one involved. If people can use genetic splicing to make cats that glow, making cats that I'm not allergic to seems pretty reasonable." He stuttered in defense. Sure, maybe trying to make their fur a more pink colour at the same time might have gone too far, but hey, he's a scientist at heart. Going too far is how every scientific breakthrough happens.

Marlin was trying not to laugh, again. Bastard. "As I said, Trouble, not bad. You simply have an interesting was of doing things." She continued grinning with that damn wide smile, clearly reliving the whole incident.

Doctor Jeva piped up beside John. "I wasn't sure what a cat was when I was first told the story, but having since learned; the story has only gotten more interesting." The Commander grunted.

Shifting, Müsk turned their body to almost completely face John. The feeling of being trapped and squished only increased in intensity. "I have also heard these... stories. I found the story of the charcoal bandits particularly amusing." The Commander spoke slowly in a gravelly voice. Their eyes were laser focused.

John turned an even fiercer red, looking truly of a tomato. He began to stutter once more, "Well that was... less justifiable I suppose."

Marlin was far too smug, with a gleeful grin, as she piped up again. "I'd like to hear that particular story from you, actually. I've only heard it 3rd hand."

They all looked over expectantly. "Ah," John said, "well, I was in my friend's dorm room when someone decided to prank my friends roomate by acting like cops except with water guns. It got a bit out of hand, and when I got involved there was a bit of a 'turf war' of sorts in the dorm houses." John scratched around his ear, nervous under the strong gazes on him.

"I grabbed my friends and we all ran to hide from the people with water guns. I grabbed some charcoal from a friend's art bag, and we used them for war paint. Next thing I know, we're stealing guns while people aren't looking. Not sure what else you may have heard."

"John, I think you're forgetting the part where you all started stealing floor mats, of all things, and writing on doors that the charcoal bandits came around." Marlin chided, voice clouded with mirth. John avoided her gaze.

"That was Han's idea."

Jeva chuckled slightly beside him, not helping at all. Shaking his head slightly, "You have quite the personality, I can see why you are called Trouble."

"If it's no problem, can I ask why I'm here. I can't imagine I was pulled just to relate stories, as fun as that would be."

Marlin cleared her throat, replacing her amused smirk with a professional smile. "Ah, no. John, I called you here to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime. How would you like to serve on The Yonsing?"

[thejustmaiden]

So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Your doll 4//It‘s All in the Mind

Pairings | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x f!Stark!Reader

Series synopsis | Y/n, Steve and Bucky are now in Wakanda, 2 months after the events of civil war. All is peaceful - but will it stay this way, especially after Steve has one very special question?

Series Warnings | smut, violence, swearing, threesomes,

Chapter Summary | Wanda and Vision return

Chapter Warnings | swearing (possibly)

A/n | this is the 3rd book/series to my fics Their Doll and Our Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just after CACW in this book. In this series, Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Squealing, the two girls collided in a heavy embrace that Nat on looked with a small smirk before being tugged into it herself. All three of them giggled, Wanda's hold seemingly endless. Bucky grinned, leaning over y/n's shoulder to give Wanda a kiss on each cheek and a hello before stepping back out of the frenzy.

Behind them, Steve rolled his eyes with a hidden smile as he stood beside Vision - who was revieving a heavy handshake from Sam.

"It's good to see you, man." Sam said with soft glee and Vision returned his smile before replying.

"It is. Although we bare bad news." his voice was grave. Steve tore his eyes away from the sniggering girls to ask,

"Is it to do with what those cronies we're after?" Steve folded his arms across his chest as Bucky sidled up beside him, super-soldier hearing clearly having picked up on the topic of conversation. By y/n's now grim expression, Steve could tell she had, too.

"Unfortunately, yes. It appears that they were after the stone, Captain." Vision admitted, tapping a finger against the glowing yellow Stoke settled on his forehead, and Sam blew out a harsh breath.

"What does this mean?" Bucky's brows were pinched at his own question. Steve sighed and moved his hands to his hips.

"It means Thanos is coming. And this won't be the last we hear of him. And it certainly won't get any easier, either." Steve explained.

"Can Wanda remove the stone? Is there a way for you," Sam gestured to Vision, "and it to coexist apart from each other?" Vision shook his head slowly.

"Not that we know of. And Wanda may only be able to destroy the stone, not remove it."

The look on all their faces was grim.

12 hours earlier...

"What do you mean we're going to Scotland? What did Bruce tell you, Steve?" Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair as Steve hung his head over his phone, thumb hovering over Bucky's name.

"Wanda and Vision are in trouble. Bruce is worried and thinks that the last time Vision was located before he disconnected himself from Tony's systems was Scotland. We need to go help them." Steve then pressed call, and ringing ensued.

"Steve? Is something wrong?" Y/n could hear Bucky's voice down the phone as she walked out the room.

Y/n huffed a breath as she grabbed a bag from their wardrobe and began shoving in all three of their gear: spare clothes, weapons, and anything essential they'd need.

By the time she'd finished, Steve had joined her, his strong arms wrapping over her shoulders comfortingly. He placed a sweet kiss to her cheek.

"I'm sorry that it's all gone to shit again." He mumbled and y/n hummed.

"It's not your fault." She sighed.

"I know. But I'm still sorry. You and Buck deserve a peaceful life." Y/n turned to face him with a frown.

"Don't you mean we? You deserve peace too." Y/n's brows knitted.

"Do I? Just seems like if I don't help, no one will." Steve admitted and y/n cupped his face in her hands.

"I think that it's not only your problem anymore, and that you deserve anything that me or Bucky deserve." Y/n pecked his lips.

"Damn right he does." Bucky rumbled from the doorway, arms folded over his chest. "We ready to head off then?" The supersoldier asked and both Steve and Y/n gave a nod in confirmation.

...

"So what's the plan?" Nat pondered, running a cloth over her batons as she spoke.

Steve crossed his arms, perched against the wall, and said, "Get Wanda and Vision the hell away from whoever's attacking them." Nat cocked her head to the side.

"Thank you for that insightful plan, Cap." Sam chirped from the cockpit.

"Shut it, birdbrain. I doubt you have a better plan." Bucky countered and Sam turned around to stick his tongue out at the ex-assassin.

"Enough bickering. I say that we take them by surprise. Survey the scene first, pinpoint our enemy and get Wanda and Vision to draw them away from a heavily populated space - let's say, to the train station." Y/n explained and Nat nodded.

"It'll be the dead of night when we arrive, so the station should be closed." Nat hummed.

"Exactly. Then we don't have to worry so much about civilian causality."

"Sounds good to me." Steve agreed.

...

"I can't believe I'm seeing you guys again." Rhodey exclaimed, a wide smile gracing his lips. Y/n grinned, Steve following suit as Rhodey embraced them all one-by-one.

"Unfortunately, we're not here for a friendly reunion." Nat frowned and Rhodey nodded.

"I figured as much. This spontaneous visit - as nice as it is - is presumably linked to the alien attacks, right?" All of them nodded grimly.

"Is Bruce here?" Steve piped up, just as the timid scientist made his way into the room.

"Hey, guys." Bruce greeted, although his strained, bright tone didn't quite reach his features.

"Hey, Bruce." Nat greeted.

"We need your help." Sam was blunt, but not unpleasant as he spoke.

"Anything you need." Bruce answered with a quick nod.

"We need separate the stone from Vision, to destroy it. I think they can coexist, without one-another." Wanda said and Vision frowned.

"It may just be easier to eliminate me and the stone-" the robot began, but Steve cut him off with a stern look.

"We don't trade lives, Vision." Y/n couldn't get over how much Steve had changed since she met him.

"I think we can do that." Bruce decided after a moment of silent contemplation. "But I don't think I could do it here. I'd need better technology."

Y/n and Bucky shared a look, clearly onto the same idea.

"Shuri could help. She's amazing. Better than Tony, arguably." Bucky chipped in, and y/n had to stop herself from visibly cringing at the mention of her dad's name. Instead, she agreed to Bucky's suggestion with a hum.

"That's an idea. How fast can we get there?" Rhodey asked and Sam seemed to count the distance in his head.

"I'd say under six hours." Sam finally concluded, and they all shared worried glances.

"I make it four." Nat chimed and their faces seemed to perk up a bit at her proposition.

"That settles it. We get Vision to Shuri, ASAP." Steve commanded in his Captain America voice - the one that always sent shivers down both y/n and Bucky's spines.

"Yessir!" Y/n mock-saluted him and Wanda began to giggle. But Steve's unimpressed stare shut both the girls up rather quickly.

"We leave in five. If you're not ready, you can find your own way there." Steve finished before striding out of the room.

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[dameronology]

the box {poe dameron}

summary: breaking up is one thing. moving on is another.

warnings: angst, language

this is based off a scene from s4e8 of friends! u might know the one i mean once you've read it but if not, it's just one i've been wanting to write about for ages bc it's so angsty and sweet. i hope you enjoy!

- jazz

tags: @darklingveracruz @disastersim

It was funny to look at someone you once loved, knowing that you couldn't anymore. It was like looking a stranger in the eye but recognising every part of their soul.

Every time you looked at Poe - caught his eyes across the room or shot him in a glance in the hallway - it felt like you were home. You could practically count the golden flecks in his warm eyes, and the laughter lines beside them, you knew better than the lines on your own palms. You still remembered the way his hands gripped onto yours whenever he walked past beside you, or the way he'd hold onto you for comfort after he woke from a nightmare. More importantly, you remembered how it felt to be loved by him; protected and safe, in the arms of a man who would have crossed the galaxy for you.

Then Poe's eyes would flicker away from yours, or he'd keep walking past you without so much as a glance, and you would remember.

You'd broken up. And it fucking sucked.

It wasn't because you stopped loving each other. You wished it that was simple, but was anything ever straightforward these days? In this climate? Not really. Actions that used to be simple had a thousand layers. People you used to trust - friends and family - could double cross you, or triple cross or...you get the point. The galaxy was intricate and tangled. Difficult to differentiate and understand.

With that said, your relationship with Poe was the one thing that didn't feel so convoluted - you loved him and he loved you. That should have been enough. It wasn't.

The galaxy was exhausting you both and the war was killing you inside. You barely had time for yourselves, let alone for each other. It easier to let your relationship fall to pieces than it was to try. You were both too tired.

It was funny, though, because even four months after you broke up, nothing had changed in that sense, You were still tired all the time - of the war, of having hope, of fighting. The only different now was that you had to face it all alone. There was no Poe.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" Rey's voice pulled you back to reality. You were sat in the mess hall, pushing the contents of your breakfast around the plate.

You snorted. "Do I ever?"

She didn't respond, instead just rolling her eyes.

"I'm fine, really," you insisted. "When this whole thing is over, I'll get some sleep - either because we've won, or because I'm dead."

"That's not very positive."

You both jumped at the sound of Poe's voice. The pilot had casually appeared by the table - he stood for a moment and then took a seat beside you. The action was casual. Nobody around you would have suspected a thing. Yet still, your heart felt like it was going to hurtle out your chest just at the mere sight of him.

"Hey, Poe," you tried to calmly greet him. "Long time, no talk."

"I know," he replied. "I just needed to ask a favour real quick."

"Yeah?"

"You know that X-Wing stabiliser I gave you last year?" he continued. "I don't know if you ever used but if you didn't, I could really use it. My jet's out and I need it back in action ASAP."

"Damn," you murmured. "I don't, I'm sorry."

"It's no problem," Poe gave you a charming smile. "I figured you might have needed it for yours."

"Oh no, it's not that," you said. "I...I lost it, actually."

"You lost it?" his eyebrows shot up.

"I'm sorry," you repeated. "I just-"

"- it's fine, honestly," he cut you off - he didn't look bothered, but maybe a little annoyed. "Not surprising, though."

You frowned. "It's not?"

"I mean...you do lose everything," he reminded you. "Right, Rey?"

"I'm just eating," she said. "Just sitting here and eating. Not getting involved."

"I don't!" you insisted.

"Okay," Poe smirked and leant back in his chair. "What about the book I gave you? And the blaster? And the jacket?"

"Those are just a few things!" you shot back. "I can look after things, Dameron."

"I don't believe you," his playful smile hadn't faltered - but why was he getting to you so much?

It might have been different if you were still together. This could have been...flirtatious teasing, or something. Instead, it was just Poe being Poe and it was getting on your tits.

"You don't have to believe me," you suavely shrugged. "It's not like you're my boyfriend anymore."

His face dropped at that. "You're right. I guess you misplaced me too."

With that, you abruptly stood up - but not before flipping him off and throwing a half-eaten piece of toast at his forehead. Okay, so maybe it wasn't your brightest move but the bread was the nearest thing and...you were mad, okay? People didn't think things through when they were mad.

Your relationship was testament to that.

--

A few hours passed, and aside from a toast-induced red mark on his forehead, Poe had pretty much forgotten about your friendly chinwag. What was the point in holding onto it? It was merely just a testament - or a reminder, even - to the fact that you could barely have one conversation without fighting. That's how things had been when you'd broken up. Nothing had changed.

By the time evening came, Poe had retired to his quarters as usual. He spent a lot less time in them since you'd split up; they felt more lonely now. Waking up to a cold bed and making just one cup of caff in the morning didn't feel quite right. Not to mention the blank space on the wall where photos of you had once hung - he still had them, stuffed away in a drawer. Just refused to look at them. It was easier that way.

Not easier but...less painful, maybe. He'd managed to shut down those feelings for you and confine them to a little corner of his brain. It was the same place he'd forced his grief for Shara. He'd probably have to deal it one day, but that was a problem for future Poe.

A few minutes after he'd kicked off his boots and fallen back onto his bed, his door burst open.

Only two people had keys to his door. Finn and you. He'd never asked for it back, just because he'd figured you'd never want to step foot in there again.

Poe had been wrong, clearly, because you were here now. Your eyes were a little watery and you looked a little frantic. There was also a tattered old box in your hands. He didn't recognise it, but as soon as he opened his mouth to ask, you started talking.

"Don't tell me I don't look after things," you said. Shoving Poe aside, you elbowed your way to his bed and emptied the contents of the box out. It was a smorgasbord of papers and knick-knacks and items that seemed vaguely familiar.

"I was only joking earlier!" Poe defended. "And can you knock next time-"

"- this is from the fortune cookie on our first date," you cut him off, shoving a crumpled piece of paper into his hand. "And this is the eggshell from the first time you made me breakfast."

"I-"

"- I'm not finished!" you cut him off. "This is the letter you wrote me on your six month anniversary, and the ten you wrote me every month after, and the dumb seashell necklace we brought on our first vacation, a-and the...the stupid cartoon you drew of Hux that time I was sad and you wanted to make me smile."

Poe's brow furrowed. "You kept all this?"

"Of course I did!" you snapped. "I might misplace things that can be replaced but I look after the things that matter, okay?"

"Okay, yeah," he held his hands out to calm you down, gently nodding. "To be honest, I thought you woulda thrown all this away."

"No, Poe," you murmured. "I couldn't. Even if we broke up, I still..."

I still love you.

"...appreciate our time together," you finished. "I know it's sappy. I do. I just didn't have the heart to throw it away."

"I haven't thrown away anything either," he admitted. "Guess we're still getting over each other, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," you gently smiled.

Poe returned the gesture, eyes meeting yours. A silence fell over you for a moment - you just stared, neither of you knowing what to say. It's not that you didn't have anything to say, because you'd planned a whole speech in your head on the way over. It had been a whole fucking soliloquy about...something. You'd forgotten now. It felt like it didn't matter.

And as you stared into his eyes - at the flecks and the laughter lines - you hoped that one day, you could get to know them all over again.

[nightowlwriting]

summary: you've always known there's a soulmate on the other end of your injuries. when you're working the victory pit during the harvest close festival, though, it's the furthest thing from your mind. ironically, it's the closest mollymauk has ever been to you.

word count: 4.0k

warnings: canon level violence, mentions of molly activating his swords, canon level allusions to war and corruption

title credit: the steve miller band

note: takes place during episodes 17/18, requested from the soulmate abc list: damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body (cuts, bruises and all).

masterlist - request - support my work? - ao3

Throughout your childhood, you’ve been called blessed. It started with bruises and scuffs. Little things that are perfectly normal for a child to receive and not remember. The problem with your bruises and scuffs was that they were not your own. When you grew into your celestially gifted powers, it started to make more sense.

Your family had stories of soulmates bestowed upon their clerics, but it wasn’t something that had happened in many generations. Nobody was really concerned until the wounds you received from your soulmate began getting worse - deeper, taking longer to heal, more life-threatening. It worried you, and your family, but it pressed you to become a better cleric. To find your source of power and lean into it. You heal yourself each night before bed, hoping that you’re giving some sort of comfort to the person you’re connected to. Even if you have no energy spells, you pull a pearl you were gifted when you left your hometown and press your lips to it and let it fill you with the love and warmth of life and still heal yourself. It’s your nightly ritual and, since you’ve started doing it, you haven’t missed it once.

Except once, but really that doesn’t matter because of how you miss it. It’s the Harvest’s End festival and the Victory Pit, and you’ve been conscripted to work it. You hate working for the Crown, but it pays well and allows you to help people. Your clerical skills and magic get used every day and you help the people that really need help. Still, the inevitable war looming over the Empire worries you. You’re skilled for your age, more so than the other clerics who perhaps have years over you, and War Clerics don’t have the longest life expectancy. After the last time that your soulmate died, and the grief and pain it inflicted upon you, you don’t want to do that to them. You try not to think about the several times you’ve felt their death and resurrections, though, because it worries you.

Most of all, it tells you very important information about them. They’re some sort of adventurer, best case scenario. The worst case, though, is that they’re a criminal. Regardless, you’ve become fond of them. The cuts don’t really hurt as much anymore, but they still pucker and scar when you heal them at night. There have been a few times when you’ve gotten hurt and you know that they’ve received those wounds, so perhaps they know about you as well. You hope they do because it would be awfully lonely to be the only one out of a pair to be aware that there is, in fact, a pair.

Still, your soulmate is the furthest thing from your mind as you funnel people into the Victory Pit. Clerics double as security, mostly because the Guard want to watch the fights more than they want to keep people safe, and you grit your teeth trying to keep your prepared spells at the back of your mind. You have several healing spells in your mind, but a few offensive ones as well. In Victory Pits of the past, you’ve had to use them. Now, you’re just sore and aggravated with the hickey that appeared on your chest last night - that you did not receive yourself. It doesn’t bother you that whoever you’re linked to is getting lucky, but it would be nice if you didn’t have to look at the proof for the next week or so.

Someone stamps on your toe and you bite back your curse, skittering backward and colliding with someone who is cursing. “I’m sorry,” You apologize on instinct, turning and grabbing the person by the arms. You’re momentarily struck by how beautiful they are, but you’re at work. “Are you okay? I’m a cleric working in the Pit today.” They glance down at you, baubles and trinkets swinging from their gaudy horns, and you realize with a start that they're purple. It’s not that tieflings are rare in Zadash, but purple ones are. The group they’re with also has a blue tiefling, a small green halfling, and a half-orc. Truly a strange band of people.

“No, no,” The person you’d run into says, voice smoother than you’d anticipated, “I’m alright. Are you okay, darling?” They smile down at you, completely red eyes smiling with merriment as they settle their hands on your biceps in a mirror of how you’re holding them.

“Please, I ran into you,” You shake your head, “Besides, I’m working. It’s my job to make sure that you’re okay.” You give them your name, telling them to seek you out if they shall become injured.

“Oh,” They sweep you grandly underneath their arm, squishing you into the side and stepping toward their group for a few steps, “I will get painfully injured today, but I will seek you out specifically, darling. My name is Mollymauk Tealeaf, and I am fighting with the Mighty Nein. You may call me Molly, all my friends do. I am a man of many friends, and you are one of them now. Keep your eyes on me today.” He winks and then sweeps himself away with a flourish, leaving you standing and a little flustered.

After that, the Victory Pit starts faster than you anticipate. You're stationed in the Pit itself, one of the more powerful offensive clerics on the roster today when you start to put the pieces together. You're not sure why you didn't notice at first, but Mollymauk - Molly - has a lot of scars. A lot of familiar scars. You trace a particularly deep scar on your collarbone as you watch the first Pit fight and wonder. What are the odds? Could Mollymauk really be…? A horrible thought hits you, and you can feel yourself pale. He's fighting in the Victory Pit today. He's going to get hurt, which will either confirm or deny whether or not he's your soulmate but if he is… Shit, you're in for a rough day. You know that The Mighty Nein is slated for the first fight against an Otyugh. They're nasty creatures, although not really native to Zadash you've still had to heal up some rather awful sucker wounds in your time.

You're glad to see that Mollymauk holds his own in the fight, and stays far away from the Otyugh. It's hard to keep your eyes off of him with the idea that he might be your soulmate and you get the sense that he's a melee fighter more so than a magical fighter in the beginning, but then he activates his swords, and the pain blossoms in your ribs as he drags his blades along his.

There's no question now. Mollymauk Tealeaf is your soulmate. Watching the way he fights and interacts with the Nein during their fight with the Otyugh everything about the injuries you've received from your connection with him makes so much more sense. You actually find yourself… Weirdly proud of your scars, then. You've heard about the Nein, how they're swords for hire and defeated the Fey Spider in the tunnels, but still. Mollymauk seems like good people. Maybe it's naïve to hope on your part because he's your soulmate, but you'll take it until you're proven different. You've been doing things like that for most of your life, and you'll be damned if you stop now. You know you can hold your own, too, so that helps. The next fighters pass in a haze to you, as you stand ready to save someone from death the Banderhobb fight passes with no need for clerics, and the fights with the Giant Crocodile and Ice Troll are much the same.

When the Mighty Nein is back up, your senses fire to life. The next monsters are Winter Wolves, nasty creatures with powerful ranged attacks. You steady yourself against the half-wall you're stationed behind, readying yourself for whatever pain Mollymauk is about to feel. The beginning of the fight is tense, and your fellow clerics watch you curiously as your hands grip tight and relax intermittently on the wall in front of you. When one wolf whirls and releases a nasty, icy breath you heave a sigh of relief that Mollymauk wasn't hit but then the other does the same thing. You feel it more than see Mollymauk get hit, sharp shards of pain washing over your skin so intensely that your eyes roll back in your head and the only thing that keeps you from collapsing is the fervent grip on the wall. Someone lays their hands on you and you feel a swell of magic before you shake them off. "I'm fine," You grit out, "Save your spells for the competitors." Even though you could use the healing, there's a reason clerics wait in the wings at the Pit. It's very possible that someone could be on death's door before the end of the day and if they die because you wasted a spell you'd never forgive yourself.

By the time you fight the darkness from the edges of your vision, Mollymauk is delivering the killing blow to the final Winter Wolf. You're not sure how he's still standing, let alone aware of his body enough to swing his swords like they weigh nothing. Your knees practically knock together as you gather your wits, wiping a hand down your sweaty face. The trials only get harder, and one hit almost took you down. You know you should heal yourself but you're not really sure if your nightly heals affect Mollymauk and, while you have no love for the Empire, it wouldn't be fair if your heals do help him. (And, again, there's the preemptive guilt of maybe not having enough energy for a lifesaving spell. You're just too selfish to use your pearl, too, so you have to make do and conserve your energy.)

The next group comes out and whispers flitter down the row of clerics to you: Owlbears are next. They're awful creatures, nasty when there's only one but two are damn near unmanageable. You happen to know these two aren't even mated, but that hardly matters. It's going to be a bloodbath at best, and at worst there'll be a death. Reaching over the wall, you unhook the latch that keeps it connected just in case you need to rush into the field. The beast-keepers are technically supposed to be the first on the scene, but you're also technically more powerful than they are. You rarely listen to the rules at the Victory Pit, mostly because you're a Crown Cleric and not from the Temple of the Platinum Dragon.

The fight is intense and the clerics next to you barely hold you back when several members of the team go down. They have clerics on their team, yes, but it's hard to tamp down your instincts when you were practically raised by your family for clericdom. It's only when you hear the whispering chatter that the beast-keepers are gathering the magical manacles that you jump into action, flinging open your door and sprinting into the field. The gasp from the crowd barely registers in your mind as you dodge an attack, skidding underneath and stopping next to what looks more like a bloody lump of cloth than a humanoid. The beast whirls on you, but you're faster. You've cast spiritual weapon before it can strike, the air in front of you and the injured party member shimmers and then, the first thing you thought of, a replica of one of Molly's scimitars but three times the size, appears and blocks the strike.

The Owlbear reels back again, going for another, but you're right there to block it. The beast-keepers are going to get an earful from you when you're done with the Pit, but for now, you're relieved that they've managed to subdue the beast and you can focus on the fallen. They're not in great shape, and with a precursory feel of their pulse, they're incredibly close to death.

You put your hands on either side of their neck, close your eyes, and pray. It's not necessarily a religious relationship with the deity that gives you the powers you have to heal, but it's still technically a prayer. The contestant heaves a deep breath, and you can feel the life rush into them from the fold between this plane and the next. The other clerics have gotten everyone else, so you focus on your patient. They probably need two or three more spells before they’re fully stabilized, which is going to burn through either your higher energy spells or all of your lower levels. You grit your teeth as you roll your patient onto the blade of your spiritual weapon, using it as a makeshift gurney. They’re already calling for the next team as if the clerics they’ve hired aren’t already spread thin trying to keep this team from dying. The Mighty Nein are at the doors, holding them open for the clerics, and you barely catch Molly’s eyes as you bring your patient off of the Pit floor and into the waiting room. The scimitar disappears as you lay them on a cot, quickly finding the worst wounds and sealing them with magic, burning through a lot of the spells you prepared and the arcane energy that it takes to cast.

The next beasts are angry and wily - displacer beasts - so you don’t really have time to think about how Molly is lingering near you, trying to find a time to talk to you while you’re trying to keep this person from dying. You stabilize them eventually, but the scarring will be intense. There’s nothing that you can do about that with what you’ve got now. Outside you can hear the next team win against the beasts and stress begins to bundle in your shoulders at the thought of how quickly the Pit is moving. Molly is hovering over your shoulder as you step back and begin clearing the blood off of your hands, despite his group being called out once more.

“That was my sword,” He rumbles, keeping his voice down and stepping even closer to you when you turn around. You track his tail thwipping through the air behind him, either very agitated or incredibly curious. Either could be incredibly accurate, and you don’t really have enough time to parse any information from the rest of his body language.

“Yes, it was,” You want to grumble, but it comes out softer than you intended, “Sorry, but you’re being called and I have to get back to my station so that you don’t die.” Molly tries to catch your arm when you slip around him, but with a promise and a smile you turn back to face him. “Don’t fucking die out there, and then we can talk, okay?” You wish that you could tell him, warn him really, that they’re about to face a Hill Giant. An incredible creature, really, but pushed to a near unreachable limit by the beast-keepers and their prodding, angry spears and arrows. It makes you sick to your stomach, but this is your job. The Empire pays your bills and keeps you fed - they would not tolerate any dissent from you on the matter of the Victory Pit and the treatment of the creatures captured specifically for death, no matter how strong of a case you can make. Instead of telling Molly what he’s up against, you casually brush the back of your fingers against his hand and let your magic make its way into his system. He should be okay, you think, the blessings of a cleric are strong.

Making your way back to your station, you fidget with your uniform. One of your friends - using the term loosely because you’re more like coworkers - catches your sleeve as you pass him. He’s grinning, mischief in his eyes. “You’ve never given a contestant your blessings before, what’s so special about him?”

“I didn’t do anything,” You pull away from Brock, “I just told him that if he wins, we can have a conversation. That’s all.” You shoot him a pointed look and then, after glancing around to make sure nobody else is looking, a wink. Brock grins and relaxes into his station, shaking his head. You’re known to push the limits, but outright break the rules? It’s almost unheard of for you. Everyone knows you’re blessed with a soulmate and Zadash is a bustling metropolis, frequented by the sort of people who get the injuries you sometimes show up to work with. They know you’ll need to stick around to find them, so you’ve only pushed the limits the Empire gives you, not outright shoot past them. By the time you’ve found your station again, the Hill Giant is almost out onto the Pit floor, and Brock has probably figured out why you’re so soft on one particular contestant.

The giant knocks out one of the pillars, roaring so deeply it vibrates in your chest. He’s pissed, rightfully so. The spines sticking out of his body make you sick to your stomach, and you have to look away. Your eyes find the halfling that was with Molly earlier, but as she sprints off toward the human woman, you realize that she’s a goblin. An interesting myriad of people traveling together, but you’ve seen strangers come through your town. She fires off two of her bolts, missing entirely, and you watch one arc through the air and strike off of the helmet of a Guard, who yelps.

You snicker as she takes off again, and the human man fires off his magic. It’s strange to see magic come from another person, especially magic that is clearly learned and not given. It almost makes you wish that your magic was learned instead of bestowed upon you but that would mean losing Molly, who you’re already rather fond of. You’re watching the man try to keep his cool and almost miss the other tiefling casting - a giant fucking lollipop appearing out of the air, smacking the giant, and then flames rocketing out of her hands to hit him, as well. You grin when you realize she’s a cleric, too. You wonder if she has a soulmate, but it would be improper to ask.

When the giant reels back and hurls a large chunk of wall, you suck in a breath. Everything is happening so fast, and Molly… Not only will it hurt to take the hits, but he’ll get hurt. It’s not just about you, but if he goes down so will you, and then you can’t help anyone. You’re almost relieved when the giant turns toward the half-orc, but then Molly is sprinting up toward the giant’s legs, his swords out. He’s a melee fighter, getting right into the thick of it and making your skin crawl. Molly’s swords carve through the giant like butter, making you cringe because the giant is pissed, and Molly won’t have time to get away from whatever is about to happen to him.

When the giant whips around, his eyes are fully black and bleeding down his face. You’re almost certain that’s Molly’s doing, but you don’t really have time to figure it out. The giants club swings up, and then down, and before Molly hits the ground your world has gone hazy with pain and darkness.

The pain and darkness keep their hold on you for what feels like forever. You know that eventually you’ll wake up, but floating in the darkness of unconsciousness you think of Molly. Did someone heal him? Is he okay? You’ve felt the other times he’s died, the way it rips you apart inside, the way you sleep for what feels like days before you wake up. Is this the same way? Has Molly died, even for a second, and you’re left to suffer the consequences? The stories your family told you all ended with soulmates together, no longer bearing the injuries of the other, because of the love that they share and the way they give and take equally. Nobody told you stories of soulmates where one dies over and over again - or at least comes close to doing so rather regularly. You’re still floating in the abyss when you hear his voice. Molly’s voice startles you because normally it’s the deity who blessed you with magic that comes to you, reminding you that everything is going to be okay.

But this time it’s Molly. He’s saying your name, asking you to wake up so that he can see your eyes again. Faintly, as you drift closer and closer to the surface, you can feel the light tracings of fingertips against the crest of your cheekbone and the faint wisp of breath against your hair. He keeps speaking, telling you things that you’re not sure you’ll remember when you finally float to the surface.

That happens faster than normal. When your eyes finally feel light enough to open, Molly is there. He looks a little worse for wear, but you can tell he has at least one healing spell in him. When he realizes you’re awake, a large grin splits his face. “There you are, darling,” He sighs, leaning forward in his chair to be even closer to you, “Scared me for a moment there.”

“Now that I’ve found you I highly doubt that you can get rid of me, Mollymauk.” Your voice is hoarse as you push yourself up, one of Molly’s hands curling around your shoulder to help you sit up on the cot. When you’re upright he moves from the chair he had set up next to your bed to sit next to you, his entire side pressed against yours. “You are a man who is constantly in danger.”

“That I am,” He leans against you, his horn pressing into the side of your head but you don’t mind. He’s warm and nice. The aches in your body numb a little bit just by being near him, but Molly seems like he has a bit of an ego so you don’t mention that. “Do you know why we feel each other this way?”

“Have you heard of soulmates, Molly?” You drop your voice to a whisper and turn your face to him, your lips pressed against his lavender forehead, “My family has legends of them, given to clerics to help them become the best healers they can be. Pushed to their limits by the other’s injuries, but also filled with an overwhelming need to be good enough. To have enough power. To protect, and love, and heal.” You kiss his forehead, hoping it’s not too bold, and let one of your last healing spells flow through his body. The last one you cast on yourself.

“It’s rotten work to love me, darling.” Molly finally says, one hand searching yours out, “But I do feel much better having met you. I feel connected, loved.”

“It’s not rotten work to love you, Molly. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I do not plan on stopping now.” You kiss his forehead again and his head turns, his own lips pressing against the side of your neck as he sighs, “Perhaps your work is not done in Zadash, but it should be soon.” You drop your voice to a conspiratorial whisper so that only Molly can hear you, “War is coming, Mollymauk. You, The Mighty Nein… You should run before you’re conscripted to fight.”

“And you?” He asks, red eyes never leaving yours as he pulls you impossibly closer, “What about you?”

“I… I’ll come with you, if you’ll have me.” You watch the shock flicker across his face for a brief moment, but then it settles into something that you can’t find a name for. “But if not, you don’t have to worry about me. I won’t be conscripted to be a War Cleric, not at first. They’ll take the clerics from the temples before they take me.”

Molly caresses the side of your face with his other hand, a small and hesitant smile playing on his face. “Darling, of course, I’ll have you. The Nein will, too. We’re meant to be together, after all.”

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

You would be okay (Fallen Pt. 2)

Draco x Reader

Request - Yes? kinda? you guys wanted a part 2!

Summary - You tried the unspeakable and were left with this aftermath. Part one here!

Trigger Warning - Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, cursing, it's kinda lengthy. I hope you enjoy!

All that's left is a last embrace.

All that's left is a whisper to say.

Hearts broken,

tears spilled,

frantic moves,

for all that was left was a final exhale.

You expected white, or maybe black even? But all you saw was the yellow of a light. That's a good sign, right?

Go into the light.

But, the light doesn't come with a tight embrace, does it?

For the last of something shouldn't come with another. A last breath shouldn't be met with another inhale, filling your lungs with a type of pain that wasn't physical. A type of pain that filled your head with the doubt of no other.

You failed.

Failed to die, how can someone be that stupid?

"No." You croaked out, feeling the pressure on your body tighten. "No, I'm not alive. No." You opened your eyes, the unshed tears already in the place of your eyelids.

"Honey, clear the room." The soft, warm voice of the mother you dreamed of filled your ears. "Molly, no." You cried, looking up at her. She held your body tightly, her arms circled around you as she held the life of you, afraid to let go.

The tears fell quickly down your cheeks, sobs falling from your mouth. "Sweet girl, it's okay." She whispered, pressing you closer to her. You're unaware of how you long you sobbed, how long she sat there with you, softly pressing her palm down the smoothness of your hair, but your sobs lulled you back to sleep with the hatred of yourself filling your being once more.

One week

You felt like you were a toddler again, for a pair of eyes was always set on you. They didn't look at you with pity, they didn't look at you with disgust, they didn't look at you with doubtfulness. For they looked at you with a love you didn't even understand. A love that had your heart breaking worse than what Draco could ever cause.

You still weren't sure how you survived, how you possibly could have jumped from the astronomy tower and lived to tell the tale, but none of the Weasley's would tell you.

"It doesn't matter dear." Whispered Molly when you woke up the next morning, full of questions.

"What do you think about these?" Fred and George switched up the topic, showing you a prototype that was supposed to shoot multicolored glitter into the room you tossed it into.

"Sorry, y/n, I'm reading." Hermione excused, sticking her nose further into her book, avoiding your eyes with every cost.

Three Weeks

With each day, you ate more. With each second, you smiled brighter. With each look, you felt safer.

You weren't on watch like you had been, everyone seeing the slow progress you were making. You still had unanswered questions, but they sat at the back of your mind, until a bad day.

A day that had you tumbling down the steep stairs of progress, a day that had you quivering in fear of your own self. A day that started with a specific blonde.

You had assumed he was at the Malfoy Manner, you had assumed he thought you were dead. But, when you opened the door to your apartment, Hermione and Ginny standing beside you, he stood from your couch, eyes set on you.

"You're okay." He whispered, his eyes as broken as yours.

"Shit." Ginny looked at the Slytherin and quickly stepped in front of you. "Why the fuck are you here?" Hermione asked, pulling you back behind her.

"Look, I just - I had to make sure she was okay. I haven't left for weeks, I've slept on the couch to make sure I'd see you when you walked in. I - after I saved you, I saw the Weasleys running to you, I was too afraid they'd kill me themselves, so I ran off." He said, stepping closer to you. "Wait - you're the one who saved her?" Ginny asked, looking at the boy. "I uh, I levitated her - like Dumbledore did to Harry at the quidditch game year three. As soon as the owl flew in with a letter in your handwriting to me, after that fight, I knew what you were doing."

Ginny took one more step towards the boy before hugging him, her arms around his neck. "Thank you."

You and Hermione stood in awe. Ginny Weasley, the Ginny Weasley, was hugging Draco. They had all learned to tolerate the man, especially after the two of you got together, but the only person you ever saw try to hug Draco, was Molly.

"But, how did you know where I was? I wrote that at the end of the letter so I could - well, so I could die." You whispered, moving to sit on the couch

Hermione moved to sir next to you, taking the seat Draco might have taken, placing her hand on yours. "Y/n, we don't have to do this. We just came for some clothes." You shook your head, meeting Draco's red eyes.

"I found the letters, about 4 months ago. I had gone into the owl room to feed her the two days you were gone and I saw it with my name. I pulled it out and read it - I didn't know what to do. We had been doing well, you were happy, we had plans with the Weasley's, which I knew for a fact you wouldn't cancel, I just decided to watch you for the next few weeks, make sure you were okay. I knew that you were depressed a while ago, but we had been working on it.

You had been getting out of bed a bit easier, you were baking and singing, I figured you were okay. I know your depression comes and goes, but you were really doing good, so I didn't bring it up." He sat in your love seat, his head in his hands. "I was such an idiot for not bringing it up, I knew better than that. Even if you were doing good, you still wrote them, which meant you were suicidal before then. I'm just a plain dick for saying what I said to you then too. I - I can't believe that I did, you trusted me with your insecurities, with your darkest thoughts, and I used then to crush you." His voice was soft, tears falling from his eyes.

"Hey, Mione, let's go pack up some stuff for Y/n, I think they should talk."

Two months

You were okay.

It was still hard sometimes, but you were okay. You had moved back in to your home, finding a new routine for you. Someone of the Weasley house always popped in on you once a week and Molly set in a Sunday Dinner policy that you could not miss.

You were okay.

You still had dark thoughts, but who didn't? You still had rough days, but who didn't? The only thing you didn't have, was him.

After the day he told you how he saved you, he left. He excused himself when the girls came back, and he left. You were expecting to see him, to hear from him, but nothing. Now, your heart broke a little bit when you woke up and his side was empty, when you woke up and his coffee cup was gone, when you woke up and his designated seat stayed empty.

But, he wasn't going to kill you again.

You washed dishes, you baked cookies (and owled them to the Weasley's), and you went to work.

You were okay.

The day was long, almost as hard as it used to be, but you could do it. People came and went, your mood stayed stable, and your mind stayed blank from all thoughts that could break you.

You were okay.

Right at clock out, you stepped out of the store and - no one.

You walked down the street and - no one.

You stepped into the bakery the two of you got breakfast from that morning and - oh? maybe? the blonde hair, the same height? Nope, bakers son.

A simple hot chocolate, not wanting to be up for hours more, and you were headed home. The muggle tv was set up, courteously done by Harry and Arthur. The hours passed by, your own platter of cookies gone, but, you ate. Comedy movies watched, an episode of How I Met Your Mother finished, but you were then met with a stupid romance movie.

Your eyes watered as you stood, walking to the fridge to find - no ice cream? Really? You bought 4 pints of it the last time you saw it, it was just so hard to find in stores.

You glanced down at your clothes and shrugged, disapparating into the streets outside of the grocery store before walking in and straight to the frozen section. "Stupid freaking ice cream just had to be ate by me. Why can't they make self filling ice cream? I'd pay any damn price for that." You mumbled, the house shoes dragging along as you walked.

"Where is it?" You asked yourself, glancing in each of the doors before bumping into a cart. "Oh, crap, I'm sorry." You spoke, looking up to meet them.

"Narcissa?" You asked, your eyes furrowing. You glanced into her basket to see nothing but ice cream, the very ice cream you were here for. "Uh, that's a lot of ice cream." You said, biting your lip sadly.

"Draco sent me for them, I don't eat ice cream." She laughed, smiling at the girl. "You okay?" She asked softly, meeting your eyes. You had a problem with Lucius, yes, but Narcissa was so lovely - especially after the war. "I'm okay." You spoke, nodding once.

"You know, I said that a lot too, so I get it." You bit your lip, nodding once. "Oh, well, they don't have what I'm here for, so I'll be going." She nodded, you turning around before hurrying out of the store.

You were okay.

You popped back into your home, taking a deep breath. You sat in the room, shutting off the TV before laying back. An hour later, you were met with the pecking of the door, sighing as you grabbed a few knuts for the owl and walked to the door, swinging it open.

"Draco?" You breathed out, looking at the man. "Owl?" you asked, looking down at the owl in his arms.

"I uh, I figured I'd bring you these." He held up the ice cream pints his mother bought, smiling softly. "I was gonna owl them, but I had to see you, I'm sorry." He spoke, and you stepped aside to let the boy in.

After they were all safely placed in the freezer, he turned to you. "Y/n, I'm so so so sorry. I can't just apologise my way back into your life and I know that, but I'd do anything to see you. I was such an absolute idiot and I will do anything I can do to fix it, fix us." He spoke, his eyes meeting yours.

You nodded softly, taking a deep breath.

You were okay.

You were okay.

You were okay.

You weren't okay.

"I've missed you do much." you cried, flopping onto the couch. "And I hate myself for that because you did this, you did it. But you're the only one I could ever trust to really fix me again. But I can't trust you to not break me again." Your sobs filled the air, Draco rushing to hold you once again.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." he whispered, kissing your head softly.

You stayed in his arms until your sobs lulled to an end, looking up at him. "We have to restart." You whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. "Not just pick up where we left off, restart." He nodded, his eyes bright with hope.

"Well then, y/n, can I take you out on a ice cream date?" He asked softly, pushing your hair back. "I dunno, I've got all the ice cream I can take, this really great guy bought it for me." You spoke, smiling at him.

"Yeah, but you look like a soft serve kinda girl."

You were going to be okay.

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