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i rewatched wednesday and really i donât understand how this show could have more success than lockwood and co apart from the huge advertising it got
because yes itâs a good show the vibes are great and the plot is well written but itâs also very cartoonish
i understand why people like it and it comes from a very well known franchise so thatâs an advantage
but you will never convince me that lockwood and co couldnât have gotten the same amount of attention if netflix had actually promoted it as much as it promoted wednesday
#it just makes me so mad#there was so much communication for wednesday they over hyped this show so freaking much#had they split their budget and given a teensy bit more to lockwood and co it would have been in the top 10 for weeks#makes me want to burn some headquarters again#whoâs coming with me#lockwood and co#save lockwood & co#fuck netflix#lockwood & co
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ive been watching him for my entire life
Alpha! Lando Norris/Omega! Lauda! Reader - chapter 1 - 6.1k
TW: Scene of attempted SA, and the abuser never referred to by name. Sexism (but in the A/B/O sense). Self-harm and depressive episodes.
Themes: Exploration of what disabilities, PTSD, and chronic pain look like in the A/B/O world. If you have input about what that may look like, dm me. Slow burn. So much so you're not sure if it's even burning at times.
also yeah Loscar is canon it's my au I can do what I fucking want
Leave your feedback in the comments/feel free to dm me about that shit if you don't feel comfy dropping an anon or comment.
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Mid January. 2024 Paris.
The hallway outside the trial room in the FIA headquarters is deceptively calm. Silent, save for the voices in the room behind you. Youâd given your statement. Explained everything that had happened during your past two years at Williams, first with Nicholas Latifi, and then with Logan. Trying to do something with a car that was, in the kindest words, a tractor. Logan sits beside you, with a similar thousand-yard stare, just disassociating into space. Trying to trace the pattern of the carpet.Â
âI should have been moreâ more perceptive,â Logan croaks, and you squeeze his hand, and shake your head. âJesus. Iâ I tried to tell them everything. Everything I remembered from beforeâ-â
âThank you,â your voice is faint. Weak. Unlike you.
âOf course,â Logan squeezes your hand. You squeeze it back. âAlways.â
You still remember the pit wall. Having to brush against his elbows occasionally. Knowing he did it on purpose some days, trying to provoke you. Going so far as to send you things coated in his scent when you were in heat, to try and provoke a bond sickness. Saved only by your brothers, curled close to you, letting you sleep in their arms as your fever raged. You were lucky your heats werenâtâ werenât consistently like that. More so just like a terrible fever and migraine, thanks to your medication.Â
One pill to keep you from entering a real heat, morning. Two pills to help ease the brain fog from your head injury, morning and night. Another single pill to be taken whenever the pain gets too bad for you to function, any time of day. Anxiety medication, morning. Hormonal amplifiers to make up for the scent glands damaged by the fire all those years ago, morning and night. Scent blockers to mask your scent, morning. In total eight pills a day at your worst, perhaps nine. Â
You croon nervously, despite knowing youâre safe here. That just inside the room behind you, past the heavy oak doors, are your grandfather and your uncles brothers. Theyâd never let anything happen to you. Not again.Â
His elbow brushing against yours during the last lap of the race, encouraging Alex, despite his pace and his spot on the grid. Logan thanking you for being his engineer and friend during everything. You sit along the pit wall, silently, as celebrations rock the grid, and he appears in front of you, trying to make small talk, before following as you try to escape it, not wanting to talk to him, even as he looms behind you. His grip on the back of your neck, smothering the only bond you had, to Niki, to your pack.Â
The near-toxic scent smothers you because of how close he is. Pushing you behind a stack of tires as you try to fight back, baring your teeth and thrashing while he manages to shove a need into your upper thigh, right through your pants. You yelp, and kick, trying to get any attention towards you, while most of the garage is empty. You feel him tearing at the collar of your shirt, ripping at it, pushing you into the tires. You bring your head into his nose, feeling the gush of blood against your face as he squeals and falls backward a few steps.Â
You canât smell anything besides his blood on your face, the metallic scent making you gag. When he turns to look at you, his face stained red, you growl, your lips drawn back over your teeth, trying to edge along the wall to get away from him.Â
With a snarl, he leaps at you, pinning you to the wall, both hands wrapped around your neck, cutting off your airway. You thrash, and just as you think youâre going to pass out, the weight of his hands disappears from your neck. You stay where you are, leaning against the wall. Watching as Logan snarls furiously, pinning the other Alpha to the ground with ease, his long canines bared and coming close to the manâs neck, threatening to tear and rip and end whatever pathetic life he livedâ
âI should have done more,â Logan leans down, his head in his hands.Â
âYou almost killed him,â you whisper, and that seems to startle the driver even more. âYou almost killed him. I think thatâs enough.â
The two of you sit in silence until Loganâs lawyer and his manager leave the room, closing the door softly behind them. For the brief moment that the doors are open, you hear him screaming his voice hoarse as the judgment comes ever closer.Â
âThe FIA wonât be pressing any charges,â The lawyer says softly while Logan continues to keep his head down. âNeither willââ
âDonât say his name,â Logan looks up, interrupting the lawyer before he can even say something. Thereâs a fire in his words, a rare fury. âDonât. I donâtâ she doesnâtââ
âI apologize, I forgot about that.â The lawyer says, glancing over to look at you. You look presentable now. Nothing like the blurry images the paparazzi had gotten of you without any of your makeup to hide all the burns. Your skin looks more even, the uneven bumps and indents from the mottled scarring across your jaw partially hidden by concealer and foundation. The scars get more severe as they cross your upper cheek and the top of your nose. Thatâs the only part thatâs harder to hide, even when youâve covered it fully in makeup.Â
âItâs time to go, Logan,âÂ
He looks at you with uncharacteristic panic. Heâs the opposite of most alpha stereotypes. Youâre glad Oscarâs found his way back to him, and that youâve gotten to witness the sweet courtship start. He pulls you into a tight hug, and thatâs when you finally crumble.
âYouâre gonna be okay without me,â You whisper, voice shaking. âYouâre gonna be fucking fantastic, Lo.â
âIâm so sorry,â Is all he can murmur, practically folding over you and holding you closer. âMaybe if Iââ
âItâs okay. Iâll still be on the grid.â
âBut it wonât be the same,â
âNo. It wonât,â You choke out, as Logan pulls away. Both of you newly aged by the experience. You wonât be there to defend Logan from James. Logan wonât be there to understand the odd homesickness for a country you only partially remember, stuck between European and American.Â
You feel small as Logan is led away by his manager and lawyer. His scent fading as the seconds turn to minutes, and then suddenly an hour has passed. Leaving you alone in the hallway until your brothers can get there. By the time they do arrive (two hours later), youâve been chewing on your fingers and palms enough to make them bleed. Mathias and Lukas know you well enough to have already brought bandages and towels to help clean and treat the new wounds. Before this, youâd not been chewing or clawing at yourself for nearly a year and a half. Your therapist had looked devastated when youâd turned in the little chip sheâd given you for not self-harming.Â
Thereâs screaming from inside the room, before Niki bursts out, snarling a remark over his shoulder before he catches your eye, and softens. Your sire, despite his age, despite the fact that he has been told by his doctor many times that he needs to calm down, to be kinder to his aging body and new kidney, despite everything that should be holding him back, bends to knock his forehead against yours. One of his hands comes to the nape of your neck, softly rubbing the paternal bond heâd left there, claiming you as his child rather than a descendant.Â
âMaus,â The feel of his scarred hands is familiar, comforting. His scent is even more so. Like spruce trees and slightly burnt sugar. Looking at you with red-rimmed irises that show his designation, his secondary sex, while he looms over you protectively. He sees the new bandages around your hands and the new bulkiness of your sleeves.Â
âOh, MausâŚâ Niki leans down, and croonsÂ
If he wasnât in active recovery from the kidney transplant, heâd likely be curling around you in his wolf form, just as he had done when you were little and first placed in his care afterâ
âYouâre safe here. Youâre safe.âÂ
Itâs moments like this that youâre glad that your sense of smell was so destroyed after the fire. Youâre grateful that you could only catch the faint scent of those within a small area around you. Because all you can smell is your father, your sire, who would burn the world down for you if it meant making you smile. That Mathias and Lukasâ your brothers, not uncles, never uncles, too close to be considered just uncles to youâ mark a silent guard beside you, Lukas in canine form, letting you hide your face in his dusty blond-brown fur. Mathias stands silently beside you, but with his hand held tightly in yours.
Memories of your first moments with them. The terror. Sleeping in the pillow forts and nests youâd built up until this very point in time. Always your guardians. Always by your side. In the hospital and beyond.Â
Youâre chewing on your thumbnail, claw extended, and Niki looks at you with a worried gaze, before softly reaching over and squeezing your shoulder.
The door opens again, and you hear shouting in a voice that haunted your dreams from within the room and then more of it, very quickly coming in your direction. Not the exit that youâd been told he would be made to use when the judgment was finally placed.Â
You can just barely catch a whiff of the scentâ overpowering and choking you as you tried to work, tried to examine all of the strategies that could help Logan succeed in last yearâs car while the scent makes it hard to think, to breatheâ before itâs nearly upon you entirely, with the Alpha who had made your past two years with Williams utter hell staring down at you, enraged, trying to push past your brothers to get to you, snarling and snapping at you as Niki shoves you forcefully behind him.Â
âTell themâ tell them you accepted my courtship! You wanted thisââ
Two officials start to drag him away. But you can still remember his scent. How weak heâd made you feel when you were trying to work on the car. Hating how he had purred and crooned with your every movement. Making sure you were always choking on his scent. Lukas rumbles in anger beside you, rising to stare down the man, hiding you from further view with his giant body. But of course he continues.Â
âYou accepted my gifts! You wanted thisââ
No. You hadnât wanted any of this. Youâd just wanted to work on the cars. To help your friend grow and achieve.Â
âAs if anyone else would have youââ
Mathias snarls, and you can only pray that your grip on his hand is enough to stop him from lunging at the offending man.
ââ you useless, crippled omegaââ
Niki lunges this time, snarling, the old manâs frankly colossal canine form pining him to the ground with ease. Your sire's teeth just millimeters from tearing his throat out, stopped only by your panicked whine. Such a rare noise from you. You wonât have those you care about kill this man, this weak excuse for an Alpha. You donât want to think of the heavy scent of his blood when youâre near them, seeking comfort from your family.
âGet him out of my sight,â Niki groans, when just a second later, court officers charge from the room. His canine form melts away, and he huffs, sitting down in one of the stiff chairs with a wince that you are hyper-aware of. Mathias looks at you with deep worry in his eyes. But youâre numb. Watching him get dragged away. Your thigh twinges from where heâd stabbed you with the needle. Part of it had broken off inside of you, removed at the hospital while the FIA officials tried to smooth things over.Â
It twinges again when the verdict is read as youâre gently shuffled back into the room. Heâs not allowed back in. Itâs been shown he canât control himself.Â
ââGuilty on all counts, and shall be henceforth blacklisted from employment by all motorsports under the jurisdiction of the FIA. Omega Lauda shall be awarded a sum offââ
All you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears as you hold your arms tightly. Claws slowly sinking into the fresh bandages and redoing all the damage your brothers had worked so hard to fix.
Early February 2024. Woking.Â
Lando knows heâs a big deal. Heâs one of the most popular drivers, with a rabid fanbase that was willing to go to bat for him for just about anything, even when he was the one at fault. Edits were made when he so much as breathed. All that he doesnât have is that elusive first win, but he has a feeling this season will be different. Be it how refreshed he feels after spending some time back in his childhood home with his parents and siblings, just to spend time as a pack for the first time in several years, all six of them together.Â
His family is perfect. An alpha and omega set of parents, with two alphas and two omegas for pups, all rather successful. His brother, a former world champion in kart racing, now with a loving mate and the cutest pup in the world. His sister, a showjumper quickly rising through the ranks. All successful and perfect and beautiful. Lando canât help but puff his chest out a bit, because thatâs his pack.Â
Thereâs an odd buzz in the air when he arrives, and through the giant glass windows, he can see how many people are gathered in the building, all wearing bright orange. As he comes closer, the overflowed parking has been filled. He parks his car in his specific spot, right next to Oscar, whoâs already there, just not by his car. Heâs just about ready to head to the on-site cafe when Andrea pops out of nowhere to drag him by his arm somewhere, cursing slightly.
âMateâ whatâs got you in such a moodââ Lando whines, already feeling like the team principal is doing way too much this early in the morning.Â
âDid you not read any of your emails or texts?â Andrea hisses, the Beta turning on his heels to grab Lando by both his shoulders, looking straight into the young driverâs eyes with a fury only seen when heâd been messing around in the garage and nearly broke the experimental back wing during testing in the summer. âLando Norris, I could gut you right nowââ
âWhat did I do?â Lando whines again, high-pitched and childish, and Andrea runs his hands down his face, cursing fluently in Italian, while also asking the Virgin Mary for patience, based on how many times he hears a hail mary tumble past the team principalâs lips.Â
âYouâre late. An hour late. Oscar, Zak, and I have been calling you for nearly that entire time and youâve been silent.â
â...Late for what?â Lando utters. His phone had been dead, constantly forgotten to get plugged into the charger. Today had been no different.Â
âO Maria, dammi la pazienza e la forzaâ your new race engineer is being introduced? Today?â
âWhat?! But I donât even know who he isââ
âItâs a she, first of all, and maybe youâd know if you checked your emailsââ
The conversation must be attracting attention, because soon, Oscar is also by his side, looking mildly disappointed in the older man. The omegaâs scent has just the hint of rotting oranges, but other than that, itâs normal, like seasoned salt, charcoal, and oranges.Â
âWonderful first impression, really. Sheâs already thrilled to not have gotten to talk to you yet,â Oscar chimes in, and Lando groans, sending a withering glare in his direction that just bounces off of the Australian. âNow you just get to improvise your way through a panel about how excited you are to be working with her.â
âI donât even know who she is!â Lando finally barks, his scent turning a bit panicked. Itâs like a thunderstorm and a hot, dry heat, smelling how burnt food tastes.
âMate, youâre fucking kidding meâ,â Oscar starts, only to be interrupted by a polite cough behind Lando.Â
âShe is right behind you, Mr. Norris,â The voice is monotone. Icy. Damn near robotic. And he knows it immediately because youâre the current star of most engineering circles around the grid and the damn talk of every single person theyâd interviewed to replace Will when it became clear Lando needed a change. Youâd managed to pull decency and consistent points into Williams of all teams. It baffles him, honestly. How youâd managed that, he has no idea, but he assumes itâs through pure spite and fury.
Youâre styled elegantly, with a tailored set of pleated, pale gray slacks and a cozy-looking, chunky knit black sweater, tucked into the top of your pants. Black dress shoes. Somehow, the slacks donât even look bulky, cinching high on your waist, and itâs flattering how slimming the entire outfit is, despite all the known laws of fashion saying that this shouldnât be such a flattering look. The neck of the sweater is in a mock style, clearly giving the statement of a private individual, hiding any possible claiming bonds. Your hair is in a perfectly messy but neat braid down your back, with two long pieces pulled from the top to slightly frame your face.Â
So plain. But elegant.
Everything about you sets Lando off a bit. And he doesnât know why. But you just tilt your head at him. As if heâs some puzzle for you to fix. It doesnât help that he canât get even a trace of your scent. Only the sterile odor that came with cleaning supplies and medicine. Almost like youâre on heavy medications or that you sleep in a hospital. It unnerves him. Landoâs heard a few rumors that youâre an alpha, and that you simply want to smell that way so as to not be assigned a certain stereotype or intimidate anyone.
After all, word on the grid was you left Williams because of how theyâd handled the situation between the other race engineer and the anonymous omega colleague whoâd been assaulted.Â
So you at least had morals.Â
âOscar had mentioned you wereâŚ. A bit lax.â You murmur, icy eyes flicking up and down his form, your tone impassive and your stance closed off. âI hadnât imagined you would be this bad, though.âÂ
âIâm actually quite good, normally.âÂ
âAbout checking your email and phone? Or should I put a tracker on you?âÂ
âHilarious.âÂ
âIâm aware I am.â You say so dryly, so bluntly, that Lando feels one of his eyes twitch as a stylist manages to help pull him together to look somewhat presentable using the wardrobes saved. You just talk softly with Oscar the entire time, a fond look in your eyes as you talk to the Omega driver.Â
Right. Logan. Oscar. Youâd been Loganâs engineer before. Youâd probably gotten to know Oscar through that. When Landoâs finally presentable enough, the stylist makes a final adjustment to your outfit by quickly weaving an orange ribbon around the end of your braid.Â
â...I will not be wearing this when I am working,â you examine the ribbon, frowning. âYouâre lucky to have me in this now.â
âWhat, donât like papaya?â
âNo. Red is better.â You just murmur, still frowning at the ribbon, before letting it go. âVati won in red. All three times.â
âWell, change is inevitable,â Lando fakes a sigh, and this makes you scowl. âI like the orange better, anyway.â
âYouâve yet to win, anyway,â You dismiss his comment with a simple wave of your hand, and go to follow Zak out onto the stage, leaving Lando a bit baffled. Oscar just snickers, patting him on the back and leaving the Brit scrambling to follow the both of you.Â
The press conference goes immaculately. Youâre the darling of the media, who seem to love how dry you are with every single answer. Just like Niki had been, even when you border on insulting most of the journalists asking the question. You look about ready to choke yourself with the wire of the microphone in front of you when someone asks you your opinion on Rush.Â
âShe thinks McLaren looked better in red,â Lando grins, looking at you with a mischievous grin.Â
âMcLaren had more wins in red.â You say bluntly, causing laughter to erupt. Landoâs ears turn pink. âWe shall see if that is to change.â
Heâs quiet for the rest of the press conference, untilâŚ
âAny statement on why you left Williams?â
You go rigid. Just for a second. And from where you sit beside him, Lando catches just the tiniest scent of anxiety on you, under all the sterile, medicinal odor that permeates the air around you.Â
â....I thought that was obvious,â You mumble into the mic, before clearing your throat. âI, ah, donât take kindly to anyoneâ especially someone who was considered my partnerâ trying to take advantage of someone. So.âÂ
Thereâs a tremor to your voice, barely detectable. And under the table, youâre squeezing your knee. Your hand shakes as the question repeats in your mind. Any statement on why you left Williams? The crowd is suddenly not safe. As he looks at you from every face, every set of eyes now staring at you, even when you know heâs not there. Thereâd been heightened security, Andrea and Zak had promised that. Oscar was here, already with a nest in his private suite at the factory, prepared for you to crash in when the press conference was over. You try to speak, to play the part of the stoic Alpha the grid has assigned to you, but your tongue is dry in your mouth.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement in the back of the crowd. Your hindbrain croons, and you feel yourself fighting off the urge to turn canine, to simply burst from the stage and run towards where you know is safe. Heâs not there, Zak promised. He will never be anywhere near you again.Â
Youâre safe, youâre safe, youâre safeâ
âWhat a stupid fucking question,â Lando blurts out, a snarl in his voice. âItâs obvious why she left. She has morals and doesnât tolerate that kind of shit. Ask a proper question or fuck off,âÂ
Zak calls an end to the press conference quickly after, and you make your way off stage quickly, retching into a trashcan the moment youâre hidden from the cameras and watching eyes. Oscar is beside you, stroking your back, trying to comfort you, as he had that first night, curled beside you in your own nest while Logan sits on guard at the entrance to the room. Making sure that he wonât be there to find you. Even when he is being held by the FIA and local authorities for investigation, and Niki is already on a private jet to make sure youâre okay. Youâre not in the hotel room in the UAE, youâre in Woking.Â
âFucking stupid twats,â Lando spits, as he walks off stage, and nearly misses the fact that youâre puking. Itâs almost comical how he does a double take, and scrambles over to you. âShit, are you good?â
âNo,â you say dryly, head still in the trash can. âButâ thank you, for your defense.âÂ
âYeahâ Iâ Iâm assuming you knew, the omega. The one affected, I mean.â Lando babbles, and it dawns on you briefly that Lando doesnât know.Â
The only people who do know are just Zak and Andreaâ itâd been a big part of the negotiations around you being hiredâ and of course, Oscar, who youâd called the first night after presenting. Youâre partially thankful for that, because then it means that even fewer know your designation. He really hadnât checked any of his emails.Â
âYou could say that.â You mumble, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Oscarâs partially frozen, until he just continues to comfort you, wordlessly understanding that you donât want to tell Lando. âWeâ we were close.â
âFuck, Iâm sorry. Please pass the message on that what they experiencedâ fuck, man, itâs fucking inexcusableââ Lando runs a hand through his curls, clearly stressed by the entire incident that had just happened at the press conference. So you keep your mouth shut, and clap him on the shoulder. Trying to act like the Beta or Alpha he thinks you are.Â
âEnough about that. Theyâreâ they got rewarded enough money to retire. Theyâre doing fine. Good therapist. Good house. Service dog to keep them safe.â
Your voice sounds so empty, but itâs not a lie. Youâd been given enough money to quit nearly three times over. And youâd used it to start the search for a service dog that could help you with deep pressure therapy and watch your back in the garage. Youâd needed a new one anyway, after your old dog had to be retired around a year ago. Youâd needed one, doctorâs orders, to help you with you nearly-destroyed sense of smell, and the fact that youâre now deaf in one ear.Â
âThatâsâthatâs good, at least,â Lando mumbles, but he doesnât look convinced.Â
An awkward silence stretches between you and the driver for what feels like hours, but is likely only seconds. Heâs unconvinced. You know it. Oscar knows it. But frankly, Lando seemed to understand that questioning you right now is the least of his concerns.Â
âWhat about a tour of the factory?â Oscar buts in, killing the silence just when you feel like you have to say something. Always the peacekeeper. Always the savior. âIt couldâ could give you time to get to know each other.â
âNo time for that, unfortunately,â Zak interrupts softly, uncharacteristic of his normal behavior. He refrains from touching you at all. Which you canât help but be thankful forâ already so different from Williams, and the disconnected behavior of the board.Â
Had he heard the conversation? Did he understand what you were trying to pass off to Lando, at least for the time being? A glance in his direction as you brush yourself off reveals nothing.Â
âTime for⌠a quick meeting. Just to get to know everyone better.âÂ
âI want to be there,â Oscar looks at the CEO, just as Andrea rejoins the group, looking a bit exhausted, after dealing with what would likely be a bit of a PR issue.Â
âYou were going to anyway.â Andrea sighs, rubbing his temple. âShall we?â And you're whisked into a spacious conference room, decorated with the portraits of champions and drivers all around you.
McLaren isâŚ. Interesting. Leagues different from Williams, as youâve come to realize. It seems that every step further into the orange-hued team leads you further to this conclusion. Itâs mostly discussions of the next monthâs schedule, as it heads into the new year of testing before the season starts. You look at the calendar, making notes varying from calling Lando to be sure heâs awake at least two hours before anything starts, to avoid any issue like today happening, to then buying a mini fridge for your office to keep your food.Â
âAnd about this morning,â Lando says bashfully, smiling at you in a way that shows heâs used to getting away with things like that, âWonât happen again. My phone was dead, andââ
âCorrect, it wonât happen again.â You say bluntly, and look at him over your laptop, before closing it. Inadvertently, your claws come out, and you start to pick at the edge of the table. An old nervous tick you've never gotten rid of. âIt was unacceptable, and shows a severe lack of discipline on your part.âÂ
The table goes silent. Oscar is clearly trying not to laugh. Andrea and Zak look surprised by your chilly tone.Â
âI mean, I suppose,â Lando says, frowning a bit at how blunt you are.Â
âThere is no âI supposeâ, there is the truth.â You lean forward over the table to look at him. âDo you want to be a world champion, Lando Norris?â
âOf course I do!â
âThen start acting like it. Youâre not the youngest on the grid anymore.â Your claw scratches against the edge of the table again, leaving a faint mark. âIâll talk to your trainer after this. Youâre going to do extra conditioning for every tardy arrival to a meeting, practice, whatever, starting with this morning.â
âThat seems a bit much,â Andrea starts, but Zak lets out a low whistle. Almost impressed.Â
âYouâre treating him like a football coach would.â
âIâm treating him as he should be. He is an athlete. He represents a team. Such actions can reflect poorly.â
âIt was one time!â Lando protests.
âWas it?â You challenge, raising an eyebrow. Lando has to stop himself from growling, reminding himself he must be civil. âWas it just a one-time occurrence last season, Andrea?â
Lando bites his lower lip. Youâre much stricter than Will had ever been. Andrea just holds up his hands, looking back at him with an apologetic gaze while you prompt him to answer.Â
âI admit⌠things have been a bit relaxed as of late,â The team principal scratches the back of his head, and you make a little tutting noise, before turning to look at Lando again.Â
âThen weâre fixing it.âÂ
A long pause settles. And you start again.
âI do have⌠issues, with the way you run things here,â you scratch your claw into the wood of the table, a low rumble in your throat. The scent blockers you have on are distracting to Lando. He wonders, briefly, what your scent is like when itâs not so medicinal. âYou need more discipline. Less media. It makes you seem⌠soft.â
âSoft?â Lando leans forward, tilting his head. You look back at him with your constantly blank stare, a slight frown on your lips, and icy eyes that challenge even the famous death stare of your sire. âWhat do you mean?â
You hesitate, looking to Zak and Andrea, who both gesture for you to continue. You then look at Oscar, who bites his lip and makes eye contact with you, and shrugs softly, as if permitting you to say what you were going to say.
â....you will take offense to what Iâm about to say, Iâm warning you.â
âPlease, Iâll be fine,â Lando waves it off, grinning lazily. His nose twitches. The medicinal smell of your scent blockers is getting to him. Do you truly need to cover your scent that much? Are you worried that heâll act aggressively because youâre also an Alpha?
â.... no. You wonât. Iâve seen your interviews.â You say dryly, and fold your arms. Lando balks.Â
âI beg you pardon?â
âYou donât take criticism well.â
âI take it just fine!â Lando shoots back, feeling himself starting to get frustrated. Why did you have to wear them? Even if you are an Alpha, the medication provided by the FIA should be more than enough to keep anyoneâs tempers from flaring.
âThen you wonât throw a hissyfit when I list out all my problems with the way you work?âÂ
Your tone is icy. Even. Perfectly calculated.Â
âOh, you know I want to hear about your issues with me,â Lando slams his hands down onto the table, and you just raise an eyebrow at him. Heâs down to his undershirt, his fireproofs hanging at his waist as you stare at him. âSo say it! Donât hold back!â
Andrea just massages his temples as Zak looks like he wants to be anywhere else.Â
âOnly if you donât throw a tantrum when Iâm right.â You state, examining your nails from where you sit, as though this is boring for you. Monotonous and icily calm.Â
Lando hates your voice. Specifically how robotic and monotone it sounds. What little he knows about youâ which is as much as the rest of the world, with how private the Lauda family isâ is that you apparently have some vocal chord and brain damage. Nothing substantial enough to impede your thought process or speaking to make you mute, but enough to have caused the monotonous way you speak. A small enough problem that Lando doesnât feel like a total dick for what heâs about to say.
âOh, just fucking say it, you robotic bitch!â
That gets your attention. You pause, slowly bring your hand down, and look at him. With that classic, terrifying Lauda glare. Your eyes pierce his soul, and for a second, just a second, Lando considers apologizing. Tucking his tail between his legs, his ears folded back. But then, he remembers who he is, and he meets your glare with his own, lips drawn back to bare his teeth.Â
âFine then.â
You push yourself up easily, and stand, looking down at him.Â
âFirstly, you are incredibly arrogant. You take risks without properly considering the chances of failure. Whenever you do inevitably end up in a lower place than your high-and-mighty ass thinks you deserve, you then take it out on everyone but yourself, when itâs solely your own decisions getting you there.â
You take a deep breath in, and he can hear the rattle of it in your throat as you start to walk around the table towards him as if youâre stalking your prey. Glaring all the while. Eyes glowing in the light. Andrea has his head in his hands behind you.
âFurthermore, youâve yet to win a single race. Just one. You are not a world champion because youâre a fan favorite and show extreme promise. Everyone is here because they showed promise at one point or another. Youâre a brat of a driver with an ego boosted by all of the people who want to get into your pants and the fact that these fuckers,â You snarl when you whip your hand out to point to Zak and Andrea, who at least have the decency to look a bit ashamed, ââŚdonât discipline you enough.â
And then you stop, and pull him up by the collar so fast that he gets whiplash, looking you right in your eyes, and can see the angry, mottled skin of severe scarring just hidden under the concealer on your face. Zak still seems to be reeling from the comment you made about how soft they are on Lando, and the way that youâre bristling for a fight.
âThirdly. Youâre a fucking jackass whoâs mad someone got called over here to stop your ass from having another hissyfit while being interviewed. I hope the food from the races this year gives you explosive diarrhea from all the spices.â
With that, you let go of his collar and storm out of the room, screaming in German the entire way out, while slamming the door behind you.
Andrea only groans, looking at Lando from between his fingers, while Zak has his head against the table. Oscar has his hands tightly threaded in his hair. But then you come storming back in, with something in your hand. Lando just barely manages to swat it out of the way, and listens to it hit the ground, sounding like an empty can.
And you throw your hands in the air. âOh, so you can react when a Red Bull is suddenly coming at you! Now do it with the fucking car, dipshit!â
Lando feels his eye twitch once. Twice. And then heâs throwing the crinkled can right back at you, the two of you screaming at each other in two separate languages while Andrea pushes himself between you two, with Zak trying his best to mediate the situation. Oscar looks like he would rather be anywhere else than between the two of you, eyes straight to the center of the table when youâre both finally separated. His scent is sour and awkward. Landoâs smells of burnt rubber. Your teeth are still bared, scent hidden. And that somehow makes Lando angrier.
âNever insult my voice again,â You hiss at Lando, eyes burning as the Brit sits in the chair while you stay standing. Oscar is holding tightly to his shoulder, the omegaâs fingers digging into his skin. âIâll gut you like a fucking fish if you do.âÂ
The faintest trace of an American accent makes Landoâs head spin, as he watches you leave, stalking out of the room. And Zak looks at Lando, jaw hanging loose. âUh. I think⌠I think we need a five-minute break.â Zak mumbles, looking a bit disturbed, before leaving to go talk to you. Lando just stands there, feeling his anger fade as Oscar slowly approaches him. Andrea has gone after Zak.
"Mate," The omega's voice trembles, with shock or rage, he isn't entirely sure which one, "What the fuck?"
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Vulnerable (4)
Summary: Professor Xavier entrusts you with the mission to locate a certain mutant with unknown consequences.
Pairing: Alpha!Wolverine x Omega!(Mutant)Reader
Characters: Jean Grey, Scott Summers
Warnings:Â angst, language, gruff Wolverine, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, implied true mates, you are on the run, mentions of the death of a loved one (sister), a lil Jean/Scott hate in this, foreshadowing
A/N: Jean is not Dark Phoenix in this story. The reader is stronger than both Professor Xavier and Jean Grey. She is a telepath, telekinetic, and empath. Most of the time, she suppresses her powers.
Catch up here: Inseparable
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âNever!â Logan growls while speeding off, âGet inside my head ever again! If you do, Iâll split your skull with my claws.â
You laugh, because Logan wouldnât get the chance to get close to you, and reply, âBelieve me, buddy. Getting inside your messed-up mind is the last thing I want to do. Now drive more carefully. Thereâs no one following us. At least, for now. I try to make us invisible.â
âYou can turn things invisible too?â He cocks a brow but focuses on the street. âWhat the fuck are you?â
âAw, youâre cute when clueless.â You pat his thigh and squeeze it tightly. âI cannot turn things invisible. Iâll cover our traces using my powers. If anyone tries to find us, Iâll manipulate their minds. Now stop distracting me and drive.â
âYou should sleep or do whatever you do after you split into two,â he huffs and slams his hands onto the steering wheel. âThat was suicidal, kid!â
âIâm not a kid,â you growl. âDo I look like a kid to you?â You narrow your eyes at Logan. "Maybe everyone under one hundred is a kid to you, but stop acting like you are the adult in this team!â
âWeâre not a team, kââ he grits his teeth. âAfter I dropped you at Xavierâs freak house, Iâm out of this shitshow for good. I told Charles that Iâm not the kind of man for teamwork or his X-Men.â
âYeah, I can relate,â you prop your feet onto the dashboard, earning a growl from Logan. âRelax, old man.â You smirk when he glances at you for a second. He squares his jaw, and his muscles are tense. âWhat? You can call me kid, but I cannot call you old man.â
âSomeone should teach you some manners!â Logan grits out. âMaybe Iâm that one.â
You lean close and place your hand on his arm. âPlease donât hurt yourself, old man. I donât want to fix your back because you got hurt.â
âYou know about my healing factor, right?â He bites back. âI donât need your help to feel better.â
âAw, but sweetie,â you move your hand up and down his arm, causing him to shiver. âI swear, if I ever helped you feel better, youâd believe you ended up in heaven.â
You pull away, smirking because it seems you got under the old grumpâs skin.
âOne day, someone will break your neck,â he replies, his voice a little raspier than before. âAnd I wonât stop them.â
Snorting, you turn to the right side to get some sleep. You wave your hand, and a green aura surrounds your body. âIâll sleep now. Only wake me if the car is on fire or we reached our destiny.â
âWhat if you are on fire?â He grins, and you chuckle.
âJust let me burn, old man,â you yawn. âIâve got this. Iâm fire- and bulletproof.â
Logan furrows his brows, wondering if you try to mess with him again. He must admit, your powers are impressive and downright scary.
âWake up!â Logan gruffly calls your name. He pokes your thigh. âYouâre lucky that youâre not on fire; neither is the car.â
You slowly sit up, stretching your sore limbs before you open the door to leave the car. Hours spent in the same position gave you more kinks in your back than youâd like to admit.
âGood, you didnât crash the car,â you grumble under your breath. âYou donât need a babysitter all the time. Thatâs progress.â
Logan glares at you for a second but doesnât say a thing. Being here, back at the X-Men headquarters and Xavierâs school of gifted youngsters, brings back memories heâd like to forget about.
âCan you not talk for like five minutes?â he huffs and gets out of the car. Logan slams the door shut, muttering under his breath. âWhy did you have to bring me here? I was done with this life.â
âYeah, I can see that,â you huff. âAnd if you didnât scream grumpy grandpa for crying out loud, Iâd consider letting you go, butâŚâ You smirk as he stalks toward you. âI canât let a senior walk around the area on his own. You could get lost.â
âOne day someone will teach you a lesson,â he snarls and slides his claws out. âIâll be that one.â Logan grins as you take another step toward you. âThis old man will teach you some manners too.â
You chuckle at his playful tone. Itâs a distraction from his racing heart and the fear you can sense coming deep from within his soul. Being here is hard for him. You know that feeling.
âI see, you found him,â the gate creaks open behind you. Scott and Jean walk toward the car, and you already feel nauseous. Jean tries to see into your mind; a habit you never liked. She always wanted to control you since you first joined the X-Men. One of the reasons you left the team is to not feel like a guinea pig any longer.
âI always find them,â you reply, trying not to sound too annoyed. âIf not, the professor wouldnât have asked for my help. Hereâs your lost sheep and the one you call Stryker.â You jerk your head toward the car. âHeâs out cold. Tell me when you are ready to interrogate him. Iâll wake the sleeping beauty for you.â
âWhat did you do to him?â Jean is more concerned about you hurting a human than the fact that Stryker and his soldiers wouldâve enslaved you and Logan.
âOh, that wasnât her,â Logan chuckles as Scott steps closer to him. âIt was her cute alter ego. You know, the red aura crap running off to get a pound of flesh of the bastard in the back of my truck.â
âYou hurt them,â Scott furrows his brows. He always was a softie and never knew when you have to end someone whoâs evil through and through.â
"Well, it was a us or them kind of situation,â you shrug. âThey were well-trained killers. What did you think will happen?â You glare at Scott. âI sent the first group home because they were newbies and didnât kill innocent mutants for their fun. The othersâŚâ You dip your head to smirk at Scott, "They didnât get so lucky. I sense evilness when I face it.â
âYou used her again,â Jean chides while checking on Strykerâs vital functions. âI told you to never use her again!â
âShe has a name!â Your aura turns from green to violet. âI told you not to treat her like an enemy, or even worse, a weapon you can use to your liking, but if I use my powers, then Iâm the bad guy.â
âShe?â Logan wonders aloud. He watches you take deep breaths, like in the bar, or before you unleashed your alter ego. This time your aura turns green, and it vanishes. âDid I miss something?â
âI told you, sheâs my alter ego,â you turn around to face Logan. Your features soften feeling his confusion and the need to get away from Scott and Jean. âSheâsâŚâ You drop your gaze and sigh deeply.
âI came with you and even let you comb through my brain. You owe me an answer, Y/N!â Logan insists.
âOkay,â you nod, and place your hand on his chest. You look him in the eye, a kind of sadness in your eyes tearing through his very soul. âProfessor Xavier brought me here when I was just a kid. After men like Stryker experimented on me and myâŚâ You choke out a sob, âTwin sister.â
âOhâŚâ He canât come up with an appropriate reaction, so he offers a cracked smile.
âWe were both special; at least they told us so. Most of the time, we talked using telepathy or exchanged the food they gave us using our telekinesis. One day, they brought us into a room. â You wipe your eyes. âThere was another mutant, a very strong one. It was the most powerful being I ever encountered. They told us to fight him; and we did, butâŚâ
âShouldnât we head inside?â Scott tries to stop you from telling your story to a man he never trusted. âY/N?â
You ignore Scott and the fact that Jean tries once again to get a glimpse of your thoughts. You just look at Logan when a single tear rolls down your cheek. âHe threw a shockwave in my direction. I was too stunned to react, and sheâŚshe just jumped in front of me, grabbing my hand and smiling as the shockwave tore her apart. Right in front of my eyes, my twin sister turned into dust.â
âIâIâm so sorry,â Logan finally gets out as your aura turns gray.
âIt wasnât her end,â you murmur. âNot completely. A part of her,â you smile now, and wave your hand to let the aura float around Logan. âI call it her soul; she stayed with me. Since that day, our powers have fused, and sheâs there to protect me whenever I need her.â
âThe aura is your sister?â He asks.
âA part of her is inside the aura I can create,â you murmur. âI can feel her, just like I felt her fuse with me that day.â
âThatâs the most tragic story I ever heard, and I heard a lot of tragic stories,â Logan cracks a smile, making you chuckle. âTrust me, you win the award for the saddest story ever.â
Youâre thankful for his reaction. He doesnât try to tell you how sorry he is and that everything will turn out well. Logan is justâŚLogan. You are about to give him a witty comment when you sense an incredible power getting closer.
Your aura turns red immediately. You look at Jean, telling her to get Stryker and Scott inside. That power, you know itâŚ
âHeâs here. Heâs coming for us. I didnât feel him before, but I do now.â You use your telekinesis to send Logan flying. He lands behind the fence, the one you close and lock with your powers. âGet him inside. Protect him at all costs.â
You turn around, waving your hands, letting the aura dance in the air.
âY/NâŚno!â Jean gasps when she watches your aura turn from red to black, your ultimate form. âNoooo! Youâre going to kill us all!â She screams when you tell them to run inside the mansion. "You can't control this!"
âNo, only he will die today.â Your voice doesnât sound like your own any longer.
A part of your aura surrounds your body, but the rest turns into ten versions of yourself. You stand in line, nodding at each other.
The day has finally come. Youâll get your revenge on Stryker and the monster killing your sister.
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ŕŠâĄËłÂˇËâś â ASTRONAUT! GOJO x MISSION CONTROL! FEM READER
Your job description entails taking care of one (1) astronaut on his way to Mars. It doesnât say anything about falling in love with him.Â
wc â 1.6k
tags â the beauty of space (and Gojo Satoru), rom com, fluff
When youâre assigned to Gojo Satoru, the first thing you hear is âgood luckâ. Itâs Nanami who says it. You suppose he would have strong feelings, being one of the few men who were going up there with him.Â
Theyâre in the news constantly now. Of course they would be - brave pioneers of the new frontier. The first men to attempt a Mars landing.
Even for you, who sees them every day, itâs hard not to get caught up in the mythos of it. Glory burns bright and beautiful around them, a halo born of the knowledge that theyâll someday be in history books. Maybe youâll be there too, a footnote riding on the coattails of their fame.Â
They take care of humanityâs future, and you take care of them. Mission Control doesnât have the esteem the astronauts do, but your jobs are just as important. Youâre proud of the work you do.Â
Though sometimes, your work is just silly. He is, anyway.Â
âHelloooooo? Mission Control, come in.âÂ
âYouâre not supposed to use the main line for personal matters, Satoru,â you remind him, a smile twitching at your lips. Director Utahime thinks youâre too soft on him, but you canât help it. It must be terrible to be stuck up there for months, even if he says he loves it.Â
Youâve seen his interviews. Gojo Satoru, golden boy of the astrophysics department at one of the most prestigious universities in the world. A prodigy, the youngest ever Nobel laureate for his work in quantum particles and space time.Â
When he first declared that he would be going on the Mars mission, the world erupted in an uproar. He had transformed an esoteric field of dusty archives and chalk formulas into something real people cared about and tuned into his radio show to hear, even if it originally started because people loved his charming face.Â
It was too risky. No one wanted to lose such a young talent to the vast and uncaring cruelty of space.Â
Gojo heard these concerns, shut down his radio show, and appeared outside headquarters the next day without an appointment. Â
Some say heâs pushy. Some say heâs determined. Whatever they think, one thing is true. Gojo Satoru gets results, which is why administration always lets things slide when it comes to him. Even when he clutters up the main communication line trying to talk to you.Â
âIf you wanted to get me alone, you could just say so,â he jokes, before he switches over to your private comm.Â
âMhm,â you hum. Youâre distracted, doing your daily check on his vitals.Â
âLooking at my heart again?âÂ
âYep! All good, though Iâm going to ask you to take a double dose of vitamin c tomorrow.âÂ
âCome on,â he moans. âTheyâre terrible. Youâd think with all the scientists we have theyâd manage to make it taste a little more like actual oranges.âÂ
âYou know how hard it is to make things that last in space,â you tell him.Â
The thing about Gojoâs genius is that itâs hard for him to understand others. He can do anything if he puts his mind to it, so hearing ânoâ and âitâs impossibleâ simply doesnât compute to him. Itâs why he started his radio show, or so he told you. He dreams of teaching people to see the world through his eyes.Â
His beautiful eyes.Â
Your cheeks heat. Thatâs not something you should be thinking about, but lately, itâs been getting harder and harder. You spent almost all your time with him, after all.Â
As much as you try to be professional, youâre not immune to his stunning beauty. You know the voice on the other end of the line belongs to an man whose features are nothing short of otherworldly. He could be a model if he wasnât an astronaut. He could be anything, actually, but you know why he chose this.Â
The first time you heard Gojo speak on space, you fell in love a little bit. With him and with the cosmos.Â
Heâs the one who teaches you that the stars we see are already dead and gone. That light and time are intertwined in ways you didnât understand before, that the little pinpricks of gold in the distance have fizzled out years ago and are reaching you now only as a eulogy.Â
You tuned into his radio show on a whim, wanting to get to know the man youâll be working with better. You stayed because his love for the universe is magnetic.Â
Gojoâs favorite thing about space is infinity. He was a proud supporter of the alien theory. There had to be some life out there, in that great vastness. Anything is possible in space, he says. There might even be a planet where he can float or unleash devastating destruction with just a flick of his fingers.Â
Before long, you were listening to his voice explain worm holes and cosmic inflation any spare moment you got. He was with you on the commute to work and in the shower while you scrubbed your hair. It was Gojoâs voice that lulled you to sleep every night, slow and relaxing in his special bedtime series.Â
So youâd known him long before you met him. In your first real interaction, where he was so quintessentially Gojo in a way that completely put Utahime off, you laughed. His eyes widened, surprised by your reaction, then his lips split in a toothy smile.Â
âAt least one of you has a sense of humor,â he quipped, making a lifelong enemy of Utahime and a lifelong friend of you.Â
Youâre the only one who can put up with him, so when Gojo had been chosen for Project Ares, you landed an adjacent job as his handler in Mission Control. Youâd known youâd work on Project Ares for a while now, but not that youâd be working so closely with him, or that it would feel so right.Â
Of course you would be his handler. It was as natural as Gojo becoming an astronaut, which youâd always known heâd manage. Itâs Gojo, after all. He would go change the future of humanity, and youâd keep him tethered to Earth.Â
It had been a relatively easy few years, for a space mission anyway. Anything short of death was considered optimal in those conditions. You hadnât realized youâd miss him like this, however. All this time, and so much of it was only his voice. In a way, it was reminiscent of the days before youâd met, hearing a beautiful mind work through the radio.Â
âOh, Houston?â Gojo calls through the line, singsong. âWe have a problem.âÂ
His lighthearted tone doesnât deceive you. Youâre up in a second.Â
âSatoru? Satoru? Come on, talk to me. What is it? You okay up there?âÂ
âIâm experiencing heart pains,â he says, letting out a low grunt of pain. âPalpitations.âÂ
Your blood runs cold.Â
Space is Gojoâs passion. Youâre happy he gets to pursue it. But in these moments, you wish heâd never heard of astrophysics because in space, you canât reach him. If he gets hurt, all you can do is talk to him.Â
Heâs said he appreciates it.Â
âItâs nice, you know? Gives me something to listen to other than the voices already in my head.âÂ
âShould I schedule a virtual visit to the psychiatrist, Satoru?âÂ
You joke around, but you know thatâs all you can be for him. A voice in his helmet.Â
Your hands are creeping towards the switch thatâll open your communication line to Nanami. At least if something happens, Nanami can actually get to him.Â
âFuck,â Gojo whispers. You freeze. Youâve never heard him talk like this, his voice low and raspy with pain. âIt hurts.âÂ
âTell me where it hurts, honey,â you murmur back, your voice instinctively lowering into something syrupy and sweet. Comfort comes naturally to you. Youâve always been a doting personality. Itâs part of why they chose you for this assignment, other than, as you learn later, Gojoâs insistence that you be his line to Earth. âItâs going to be okay.âÂ
âIt aches, sort of?â Gojo says. âHappens when I hear- ugh.â
âHear? Hear what? If you canât tell me, I canât help you, sweetheart.â You have no idea where these pet names are coming from, but they just burst out of your mouth, as if tenderness for him is uncontrollable. Is it because youâre scared itâll end like this? The chance of whatever you feel for him dying unspoken terrifies you. You wish youâd told him sooner.Â
âHappens when I hear your voice,â he says. Is that nervousness you detect in his voice?Â
Suddenly you have a very clear idea of what heâs playing at.Â
âSatoru,â you say very calmly. âIf you donât tell me whatâs going on, Iâm going to call Nanami and you can explain it to him.âÂ
A flurry of panicked noises on the other end. âNo, wait, no, donât do that! I can explain. Just. Give me a second.âÂ
Ragged breathing.Â
âOkay,â he admits. âI didnât think this through.â
âSatoru.âÂ
âIâm sorry! You know how I am!âÂ
You do. Which is why youâre not immediately calling Utahime over to reprimand him.Â
âI was going to wait,â he says. âThis isnât very romantic.âÂ
âI would say thatâs more because I thought you were going to die from a heart attack in space than anything else, but go on.âÂ
âSorry,â he says. âI love you.â
You were half-expecting it. After all, heâs right - you do know him. Somehow his straightforwardness still catches you off guard so badly your knee jerks and slams right into your desk. Itâll leave a nasty bruise when you check in the shower later. Most things are too soft to be picked up by your mic, but that was definitely loud enough.Â
ââŚYou okay?â Gojo asks, hesitantly.Â
âWhen you come back to Earth,â you explain to him in clipped tones, âI am going to gut you. Then we are going to go on a date.âÂ
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Hey Anxienn fans!!!! I gotta lil treat for you!!!!
SO! Remember how I mentioned I was writing some Anxiety x Ennui fics?
well one of them is done!!!!
I have the wonderful honor to be doing a collab with the one and only @hootbon ! Their going to be lending some wonderful art skills while I provide the fanfic!!!
Currently the fanfic is finished!!!! However me and Hooty are still ironing out some of the details! So it will be a little bit before itâs published, BUT! I didnât want to leave you guys hanging with nothing, so here I offer you a humble little sneak peak of, ABCâs itâs easy as a Une, Deux, Trois?
(also ps. Iâm still working on the Jealous! Ennui fic, but that oneâs not a collab so as soon as Iâm done with it I can post!!!!)
Sneak peek below!
Ennui shrugged, looking away. She knew what Anxiety was talking about.Â
For the past few months, Anxiety had been pestering her to let her teach her how to read and write in English.Â
It wasnât necessarily surprising that she didnât know how. She was French after all. But the other emotions just sorta assumed she knew, since she spoke the language.Â
Embarrassment and Envy knew of her little secret. They had all grown close together in the waiting rooms for years on end. And they never needed to learn how to read and write English down there. Ennui had her phone, which translated everything she could want. And nothing ever depended on her comprehension.Â
However, they finally made it to headquarters. Rileyâs mind making room for new emotions and feelings.Â
With all of the commotion and adjustment, Ennuiâs lack of knowledge was forgotten.Â
Until one fateful day where she was manning the console alone. A history class with a teach with voice more monotone then her own.Â
She had been frozen. Unsure on what to do. Her translator app on her phone wasnât working. And Riley had been tasked with doing a history packet. A packet full of words Ennui would not understand nor interpret.Â
She had no idea on whether an emotion was needed or not. And she must have stood there for twenty minutes, useless to help. Which normally sheâd be happy with. Able to goof off and lounge around.Â
But Riley was directly relying on her. She may relish being lazy, but never at the expense of their girl.Â
She was stuck, pride stopping her from asking for help. Which again, is ironic considering normally sheâd do anything to get out of doing more work.Â
But this? This was different. This was a lack of knowledge everyone else knew. It made her feelâŚ. Lesser.Â
Thankfully Anxiety had walked across. Casually joining her. Ennuiâs face had burned, too ashamed to explain why she was just standing there.Â
Anxiety looked on, back and forth between the screen and her girlfriend. Realization finally hitting her in a silent âOâ.Â
She didnât say anything else. Just casually read what was on screen. Translating without calling her out.Â
Ennui had never been more grateful. And definitely made it up to her later, in a more private way, if you catch her drift.Â
And there you go!!! I hope you liked the sneak peek and stay tuned for further updates!!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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sobering up
almost 3K words, rejection, continuation of this
I actually donât remember when I woke up, I just realized my eyes were open and I was staring at the off-white ceiling of the headquartersâ office. Dawn was breaking, evident by the soft rays of light coming in through the room by the gaps in the curtains. A sharp pang starts up in my head like I was wearing a crown of thorns around my skull and I wince in pain, hissing as I draw in a slow breath. The blanket that was draped over me falls off of my shoulders while I slowly get up from the couch. Every movement made my eyes go out of focus, the shooting pain setting off flashes of light behind my dry eyes. I never knew even blinking would become laborious in my state.
Fuck, I forgot to hydrate myself last night when I drankâŚ
Turning my neck carefully to the side, I could see a tray with a bottle of sports drink and what seems to be a painkiller on the coffee table. I gingerly reached out to take the drink and the medicine, hoping it would be enough to relieve me of my hangover. The silver casing of the ibuprofen makes a popping sound as I break it and shove the pill between my lips. I finish the entire bottle of sports drink and I lean back into the couch, nursing my headache. The humming of Lâs computers and the clacking from his keyboard are the only things I could hear along with my breathing. Concentrating on these sounds I fall asleep again.
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The sunlight coming through the windows of the office sting my cheeks and I wake up once more, slowly straightening myself up from my position. As I look around with my bleary eyes, I see L at the other side of the room, still working. I grabbed the blanket off of the floor and hung it loosely over the arm of the couch. The pounding in my head from my initial awakening has slightly abated.
Well, I didn't forget what I did last night though, that's for sure. There goes my dignity. Great going, Rinne, youâve shamelessly confessed to L that you had a crush on him. Why did you even do it? You didnât even need to drink that much last night, you stupid, stupid girl. Why couldnât you stay in your room and sleep? What does he think of me now? Does he think that maybe Iâm just a fangirl fawning over him? Good lord, am I going to be taken off of this investigation? FuckâŚÂ
I donât even notice myself hunching over with my hands covering my face, palms pressed to my cheeks so hard as if trying to force the embarrassment I felt back into the recesses of my mind where I couldnât find them.
Goddamnit, Rinne, why are you such an idiot with your feelings⌠Stupid, stupid alcohol. Stupid, stupid, drunk Rinne⌠Heâs not some ordinary guy, heâs the fucking Greatest Detective in the World, you canât just willy-nilly go up to him like that and-
âGood morning, Miss Uehara.â
My head snaps up so fast that my mouth hangs open as I look at L. Hearing his voice almost sobered me up, but seeing his stoic face made my ears burn as blood started to rush to my head in mortification. I look away and frantically wipe the corners of my eyes with my fingers, hoping my face looked decent enough to him.
âGood morning, DetectiveâŚâ
âAre you sober? Is there anything else you need to aid with your hangover or was the Ibuprofen and sports drink enough?â
âI umâŚâ I hesitated before answering, clawing at my hair to smooth it over my shoulder, my eyes distant. âNo, Iâm good. Thank you.â
âYou always seem to hesitate with communicating your needs, Miss Uehara. Does having your necessities catered to make you feel too much like a burden?â
Sometimes I wished he wasnât as observant and as perceptive as he was, hearing him say it out loud made me want to retort at him but my hangover was keeping my attitude in order.
âFine, I guess I could have some warm broth, a soda and another sports drinkâŚâ
âSoda? For a hangover?â
âIt helps with the nausea.â
âAlright, Iâll have Watari bring them up. Please remember not to be reluctant with making your needs known, itâll make things less complicated for you.â He takes out a phone from his jeans pocket and starts to give instructions to Watari while my mind is still stuck with his last sentence.
Thatâs easier said than doneâŚÂ
Heâs blunt with his words and is indifferent towards how people will take them, and Iâm no exception from that kind of treatment. Iâm just another one of the Task Force members working with (or more like under) him after all, another tool in his arsenal.
âThanks, Iâll try to remember that.â
He shoves the phone back into his pocket before leaning towards my direction to speak again.
âHow much time do you need to sober up for?â
âI am sober, the ibuprofen is doing its job with the headache.â
âSober enough to hold a proper conversation with me?â
There it is. The confrontation Iâve been dreading.Â
My body immediately felt cold as the air in the office seemed to freeze around me. I hadnât even noticed that I wasnât looking at his face since I greeted him, realizing my eyes had been glued to the now-empty bottle of sports drink on my hands. My thumb goes over the ridges on the plastic as I begin to feel the thorns around my skull loosen up, not from the painkiller but from this whole interaction we were having.
âYou waste no time, do you? Of course you donât,â I remarked sullenly, still staring at the ridges on the plastic bottle I held.
âI would like to clear the air between us as soon as possible.â
âYea, I figured.â
âMiss Uehara, please look at me.â
The hesitation is evident from the stretch of silence that extends between the two of us as I continue to scratch at the ridges of the plastic bottle with a nail, refusing to look up at him. I didnât want him to dig out the shame from my expressions no matter how blank I tried to keep my face, nor did I want him to look at me. Not with those eyes of his.
What he does next surprises me as he crouches down on the floor, tilting his head to the side so he could meet my gaze.
There they are, those sharp unblinking eyes, boring holes through my defensive aversion.
âI can answer you without needing to look at you, DetectiveâŚâ
âI know, but Iâd like to gauge your expressions just to make sure youâre not lying to me.â
I meet his eyes briefly, gritting my teeth.
âLying by omission is still lying, Miss Uehara.â
You son of a bitch.
With the enthusiasm of a cat being given a bath, I stared back at him, trying my best to match his neutral expression.
âDo you remember what you told me last night?â
âI do.â
âAll of it?â
âYes.â
He looked down for a moment, and when he looked back up at me he had a thumb pressed to his lips.
âMiss Uehara, are you actually infatuated with me, or was it just a case of drunken rambling?â
The crunch of the empty plastic bottle tears through the morning silence as my grip on it tightens. Fuck. I straighten myself up on the couch, wringing the poor bottle with both hands now in an attempt to keep myself emotionally intact. I wanted to answer, but no words came out. I wasnât even looking at him again; my eyes stayed on the now-mangled piece of plastic that used to be a bottle of sports drink. I feel like throwing up.
âMiss Uehara-â
He sounded too close and I whipped my head to the side to see that he had perched himself next to me. His proximity caused me to flinch back, keeping a significant amount of space between us.
âAnswer my question, please.â
L is persistent, unbearably stubborn, and for the few weeks that Iâve worked with him I know now that I canât just drop this conversation. He wonât let it go until he gets the truth out of me.
âFine,â I started, peering back into his piercing stare apprehensively.Â
âI am infatuated with you, Detective. What are you going to do about it?â
There was a scathing quality to the way I said the last sentence. Why was I so angry about this whole situation anyway? Is it actually anger or just annoyance over the fact that my confession came out severely underprepared out of a drunken impulse, and I have to face the consequences of it now?
He observes me unblinkingly as he brings his thumb between his teeth and gnaws at it for a moment before speaking again. âI see. Miss Uehara, allow me to be completely honest with you.â
The couch gives just a little when he leans closer to me. I felt my breath hold, my hands growing clammy around the mangled plastic bottle.
âDo not be mistaken, I am flattered that you find me as someone you could be fond of, even though I am now questioning your taste in men. That aside, I am in no place to return your affection, as I do not feel the same.â
The breath I had been holding comes out as a gasp. Was it out of relief? Shock? I wasnât sure, but I started to laugh.
What was I expecting? That heâd entertain me just because I liked him? Weâre in the middle of a fucking investigation that literally spells life or death for everyone involved and here I was, hoping that he felt the same? Oh, oh⌠Iâm laughing because this whole thing was funny, and I was being stupid. He probably thinks Iâve gone mad.
The poor Detective looked bewildered by my reaction as I tried to pull myself together, raising a finger at him to give me a minute.
âSorry, sorry. Youâre right. Um, itâs stupid, isnât it? But yeah, donât worry about it, you donât need to return my feelings nor acknowledge them, weâve got more pressing matters on our hands.â
âI am sensing a hint of passive aggression in your tone.â
âJust-â I squeezed my cheeks with my palms before I continued speaking. âListen to me, Detective. I think part of the reason I came here last night and did what I did was because I wanted to get that off of my chest no matter how youâd take it. I did it drunk because I knew deep down Iâd never feel brave enough to admit any of that to you while sober. Confronting me about it now is jarring, to say the least, because itâs something I decided to do on impulse without any thought. Itâs also hard for me to explain to you that the truth is, I just started pouring my heart out to you because I was drunk and it feltâŚright.â
Our conversation gets briefly interrupted by Watari who arrives with a tray of the items L requested from earlier. He silently sets them down on the coffee table before us, takes the blanket from the arm of the couch where I hung it, nods and then leaves. I took this small break as an opportunity to grab the new bottle of sports drink and take a few swigs from it. L looks away for a moment, chewing on the nail of his thumb. Everything probably gets rolled around in his mind a hundred times before he decides on the most logical explanation to an incident, and I wonder⌠Is that why he keeps eating sweets at work, to keep his brain running? What does he think of when heâs not busy trying to solve a case? Is he doing the same thing with my ��confessionâ? He just outright told me that he does not feel the same. Am I actually taking his rejection well? What else am I expecting?Â
What am I expecting?
âI feel like Iâm not making sense and Iâm just rambling again. Sorry.â
âDonât be, I understand. At least, I understand what youâre trying to convey.â
âOkay⌠Sure?â
âItâs not stupid, Miss Uehara, and I value your straightforwardness. Youâve also told me last night that you might start to feel awkward around me due to your confession, so I assume they really are your honest feelings. You were the very first person to approach me and express your sentiments about me outside of my investigative work. To be honest, I would still like to ask you out, that hasnât changed from the first time I met you but the circumstances weâre currently in will not allow us such a dallianceâŚâ
L pauses, thumbing his bottom lip. My eyes stay locked on his as rays of sunlight pass through the gaps in the curtains. The light scattered on one side of his face, and I could feel the heat on my cheek, too. It takes me a while to realize what he just said and I now question if the warmth I was feeling on my cheeks were from the sunlight or the blood rushing to my face. My legs start to bounce.
Oh âŚ
âWhen I said I did not feel the same way about you, I meant that whatever you might be feeling towards me is something I cannot reciprocate at the moment. I find you attractive, and I am impressed by your abilities as an investigator, but I do not feel the way you do about me, and I believe a certain amount of reciprocity is required for two people to connect. You deserve that much, and I am not the person for that.â
He held my gaze steadily while he spoke and he looked away as soon as he finished, thumbing his bottom lip. My face was burning at this point and I brought a hand up to squeeze my cheeks together, placing the bottle of sports drink back on the table. Unspoken words hang in the air of the morning for a few moments, the silence so thick it was almost palpable. I glance at the Worldâs Greatest Detective whose elbows rested on his knees, still deep in thought.
âThank you for your honesty, Detective,â I finally replied.
âYouâre welcome.â âNow I wish I could have taken you up on your offer that first time we met. Maybe things would be different now.â
âThereâs no use crying over spilled milk, Miss Uehara.â
âI know, Detective, I know. Iâll just enjoy whatever time I get to spend with you, I guess.â
He looks back at me, his piercing eyes a mysterious dark lake Iâm trying to wade into.
âJust because you rejected me doesnât mean Iâll stop liking you immediately, you know? It takes a while for feelings to disappear,â I continue.
âYouâll be hurt.â
âIâm hurt now.â
For some reason, the statement appears to have caught him off guard, and he takes his time responding.
âIâm sorry,â he says, and I wonder if it was genuine or something just out of his accustomed courtesy.
âItâs part of the entire thing, not exactly new to me.â
âWhy would you willingly put yourself in a situation where youâll be hurt? Is the payoff truly worthwhile for something as risky as a romantic relationship?â
My eyes trail off to the bowl of warm broth I had requested earlier and I take it with both hands, sipping directly from it completely disregarding the spoon that came with it.
âBecause itâs exciting, fulfilling to me in a way and in my experience, yes. It is worth it.â
I could feel him staring at me as I pondered over the bowl before taking a few more sips from it. Then I realized something from the question he just asked.
Heâs never been in a relationship before, has he?
The bowl feels warm on my palms as I return my gaze to L.
âYouâve never been romantically involved with someone, Detective?â
âNo, I never had the time to nurture one. It would be pointless as Iâd only be neglecting them due to my work.â
âHm, that makes sense. Thereâs also the danger attached to being connected to you, and becoming a liability.â
Thereâs a solemn quality to his expression as he nods.
Was this a man who has completely accepted his lonely fate of solving crime because itâs what he liked to do and was good at? Was Watari the only constant human connection heâs had his whole life? Did he really just spend most of his time solving crime after crime, mystery after mystery? Was he never really going to take a chance atâŚÂ
Rinne, stop it.Â
Why are you still hoping? Stop it.
Weâre silent for a while. My legs stop bouncing momentarily as I settle the now empty bowl of broth back on the coffee table. I then grab the can of soda and crack it open, the pop and fizz ringing out in the warmth and awkwardness of the atmosphere.
âAre you feeling better?â He asks in his familiar monotone.
âYeah, sobering up,â I reply, bringing the can up to my mouth.
The soda wasnât cold enough.
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Admiral, my Admiral (1/2)
Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [gender neutral] Admiral! Reader Words: ~ 2 500 Summary: An unusual relationship that starts with a deal. Tags: no talk to him (ace) he angy / he gets to be babied tho / um, there's angst if you don't mind
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PART TWO
⢠Ace could remember passing out during a fight. His division wasnât able to defeat the marine because they happened to run into a fucking strong division
⢠He tried his best to fight, but he just ended up getting weak when the spear of Sea-prism stone touched his chest and there was nothing else he could do, not even burn the ship so he would die uncaught, in the bottom of the sea; the last thing he could see was the fucking admiral walking towards him before he passed out. Where did the admiral come from, anyways?
⢠He woke up in a room he didnât recognize, but could feel the familiar movement of the sea under him, so he was a little relieved he hadnât been taken anywhere on land. Or maybe it was actually worse, if he thought well
⢠The whole place was too... patterned. Minimalist. It seems like a guest room and, when he leaves the room, the place keeps the same dark gray, white and blue colors. He keeps going until seeing a sign with the Marine symbol on it makes him shout and try to start lighting everything on fire until he notices the anklet on his leg and it is made out of that goddamned stone
⢠It is stupid, but he still jumps on you in an attempt to kill you with his bare fists at the moment he finds you at the desk only to be sent flying into the sea with a kick and rescued by your subordinates
⢠Ace is so full of anger, so small compared to you as he stands on the deck and stares at youâif only looks could kill...âwhile you donât even bother to order him to be chained or anything. He feels like he will combust when you look at him and have the audacity to grin
⢠Your subordinates seem to know something that Ace doesnât, but none of them pipe a word about it, all of them always talking the minimum possible with him and ignoring his comments whenever they get him food. He almost feels like when he was taken in by Whitebeard all over again, but this time, the feeling isnât exactly welcoming because the only one being nice to him there is the fucking admiral, even if you can get on his nerves with your sarcasm and superiority complex. That is living hell
⢠At first, he thinks you will execute himâdoesnât happen. Then, youâre probably taking him to some headquarters to make him prisoner or somethingâalso wrong. He tries to bribe one of your subordinates into telling him, but it never happens; not like he has anything that may interest them
⢠All he needs to stop fussing around so much is a letter from Garp telling him to trust you; not really the most convincing thing, but surely does leave a thought in the back of Aceâs head
⢠If you donât kill him and have a goal, then the logic is simple; you need Ace alive, so you wonât kill him even if heâs the most insufferable fucker in the whole world
⢠Spending a few weeks on your ship does make Ace soften, though. He ends up finding himself in late night talks with you on the deck because, as much as he doesnât want to chat, your sweet talk does keep him going. Not to mention the way he finds comfort in you, somehow
⢠Ace softening up doesnât mean peace. His way of showing he is more comfortable around you resolves itself around Ace suddenly falling asleep in the most inconvenient spaces and following you around while making the most annoying comments. It doesnât matter that youâre an Admiral and the power you haveâhe will get on your nerves because thatâs just how he is, even more knowing he wonât get killed no matter how much he annoys one of the strongest, best known marines and warriors out there
⢠âWhatâre you doing?â â...Paperwork.â âWell, that I can see. Whatâs it about, though? Can I see the files about me? You better have everything right. Iâm sure my bounty would be higher if you knew everything Iâve done!â âWhy donât you go take a nap or something? Leave me alone, fire boy.â âYouâre so annoying! I canât evenââ You look up from your papers and he is... sleeping again. Okay.
⢠âYou must be receiving a great amount to be taking care of me.â âOh, I wish I were...â
⢠The relationship between you two turns into something like; Ace: Yo, Iâve broken about 20 important things, almost sank your ship again and made one of your subordinates almost give up on being a Marine You: I know this and I love you
⢠Ace is a little suspicious if you really have any real destinyâyouâre sailing without stopping at any island for longer than a couple of days and never going to any of the headquarters. Are you going against the rules and acting in secret? Really??? For real??? Damn it, someone for once should tell Ace a word about whatâs going on. Not only would half of his doubts go away, but also something interesting would happen in that godforsaken ship before he went crazy
⢠Although, watching the admiral is quite interesting. Well, the admiral is quite interesting...
⢠He grows quiet for a while, spending some days processing how you are always checking on him every morning and every night before he goes to sleep, sometimes bringing you food in person and spending some of your time with him
⢠Why do you want to know if he is emotionally okay and has everything he needs? It's almost like you care
⢠Then there are those long, uncomfortable silences in which he doesn't know what to do because, maybe unintentionally, those little comments of yours and light smirks have his face turning bright red and something stirring inside his chest
⢠How did he even allow the admiral to get into his head like that? He can't let it continue this way, though
          â(Y/n)!â Ace whined as he walked into your office and didnât even care about what you were doing before he threw himself on your lap, holding onto your shoulders as he dramatically leaned back.
âAceââ
âI am afraid I am about to die! Your ship is so, so boring and your subordinates never talk to me!â He closed his eyes, making a face as if he were under a lot of painâor at least trying toâ, with no regard for the documents he almost made you ruin. âLike, why canât they give me the combination to the vault? Or let me mess with the sails? Thatâs no fun!â
You wouldâve chuckled if Ace werenât being so obnoxious, so you just leaned back on the chair and observed him; he pouted at the silence and sat up properly on your lap. He takes in a breath, but you never allow him to voice whatever it is.
âLook, I am throwing you in the sea if you continue like this!â
âAs if!â Ace chuckles. âYou canât k...â
Oh, it canât be. Still, the soft snoring that comes from Ace confirms your theory and you roll your eyes, bouncing your leg lightly.
âOi! What do you think you are doing, Ace?â You finally let go of your pen and your papers, shaking Ace a little. âGet lost, fire boy! I already forbid you from interrupting me while Iâm on my paperwork! Why donât you go read the books I lent you, hm? Go sleep in your room, at least. In the kitchen. I don't care.â
âItâs no fun without you.â Ace groaned, and you couldnât help but to smirk and raise an eyebrow; a red tone took over his cheeks. âIâI mean, youâre the one whoââ
âThe one who?â You nodded for him to continue, resting your cheek against your palm. âGo on.â Ace exhaled, pressing his lips together as he looked away, and the lack of answer made you chuckle while wrapping an arm around his torso. âOh, you donât know what to do now that you have my full attention? Just wasting my time? I gave you rules to stay on my ship, Ace.â Your fingers held onto his jaw so he would look at you. âAnd Iââ
Lips pressed to yours interrupted your words. Aceâs lips. You couldnât help but to kiss back because he kept pressing his lips to yours for a few seconds, dismissing your hesitance, and even daring to hum softly once you started to kiss him back.
None of you stop. It started a chain of kisses that was enough to make you forget about your paperwork, lost in kissing the lips of a filthy pirate that fell in your hands because of a deal. Both of you had this same feeling; the spark of knowing that this was wrong and forbidden was what ignited your feelings for each other. Aceâs lips tasted like the sea, like the sweets he was eating earlier, but also tasted like freedom. A little bit of power that you had over the Marine and the World Government because no matter what you did, you knew no one would agree to have you dismissed from the Marine and they couldn't control every single action of yours.
Your fingers hooked with the hair on the back of Aceâs head to pull him away from the kiss a little. âYou are down bad,â you mumbled into his ear.
⢠Once, Ace hears you talking to Sengoku. He sees you in your office, back to the door and with a den den mushi in hand. Your voice is calm, but not the sort of calm like you are when you raise an eyebrow at Ace then shrug in dismissal before you tell him to do whatever he pleases, no; it is the type of calm when your subordinates do something you donât like, so you suppress your annoyance to long glares and pursed lips
⢠âNo...â You say to the snail, âI am busy. I wonât be there for the next meeting. You already know my position in this. It is the same as Garpâs. And you know I havenât seen Fire First. I wouldâve reported already. Has he disappeared or something? You havenât heard a thing about him for weeks.â
⢠And he doesnât listen anymore. He doesnât want to. Either way, it is enough to change the context again, from âstop locking me hereâ to âthanks for keeping me safeâ
⢠You donât understand whatâs up with Ace being softer around you, but it is well welcomed. Thereâs something sweet about how he places a chair next to your desk and folds his arms over the table with his head on them, quietly observing you work until he falls asleep
⢠Actually, one night, Ace knocks on your bedroomâs door. He just walks past you and collapses on the bed at the moment you open the door. And fuck. That boyâs audacity. Whatever. Itâs nice to hold onto something while you sleep
⢠And the fact your subordinates will walk into you making out with Ace on your lap while youâre in your office and just ignore what is happening is just... Hell, you love it
⢠Thereâs a whole new routine with Ace by your side
⢠The moment Ace has to leave comes quicker than you expected. Itâs already time for you to return to your usual admiral duties and also for Ace to go back to the sea because thereâs no longer a threat
⢠He canât believe that keeping him was a whole plan to keep him safe while you, Garp and a few others did your best to convince the Marine that Portgas D. Ace was not a threat, so he shouldnât be executed
⢠Ace is at loss of words, unable to formulate a thanks thatâs genuine enough and expresses all of his feelings because you only fucking let him know about it when youâre dropping him at an island where Whitebeard already awaits for him. He wants to cry, to hug you, to kiss you, to ramble about how thankful he is, all at the same timeâbut he canât
⢠You chuckle at how lost he seems, grinning happily and telling him he can go because he is safe now
⢠Ace doesnât leave without giving you a kiss, a deep one
⢠What seemed to be a short-term thing, ends up leaving your hearts aching for more once youâre away from each other, in the sea. It is risky, it is dangerous, difficult to manage, even, but youâre picking Ace up in a random island to spend the night with you whenever you are able to, with excuses to the marine that you ended up letting him escape because your priorities were others. Sometimes he will just show up randomly with that devilish smirk on his face
⢠As much as youâre an admiral, your little relationship does reach the Marineâs eyes and ears, and it doesnât seem to help them in the slightest bit because youâre not only with one of their highest potential enemies; your behavior also encourages other pirates a little too much, as if it gives them some sort of excuse or extra freedom. Youâd always been a little rebel considering the Marine and World Governmentâs rules, so maybe youâll go a little too far soonâif you haven't already
⢠Getting rid of Ace wouldnât mean just getting rid of a big threatâit also would have you under the Marineâs control once for all
⢠First of all, the Marine canât get rid of an admiral so powerful like you, so it isnât a choice to dismiss or execute you, so that leads to Ace. Given the way you are lovesick, getting rid of Ace will teach you a lessonâand a lesson to every other marine and pirate as wellâ, and your head will be focused on doing your job. You wonât rebel against the only people who know your weaknesses and help you be stronger
⢠The new census doesnât need you and Garp to vote; it doesnât matter what a small biased minority things about such a threat
⢠You already suspect what's going on when they send you across the ocean, and it gets worse when they start to guide you to a weird island youâve never seen before
⢠Held. Youâre being held across the ocean because they know you can save Ace if you have the opportunity, because youâre too precious to be wasted for such an insignificant matter. Youâll just be forceâ I mean, invited to a confidential meeting later to establish that your relationship with Ace will be forgiven and forgotten since they know it wonât happen again and youâre such a great admiral that they canât risk losing you. You will have to sign a few documents and be under constant watch for a few months after it
⢠For now, you will just sit in this cold cell knowing your love is being executed
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PART TWO
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After Ever (Chapter 2)
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pair: sylus x MC (named)
tags/tw: cannon adjacent, made up medical shit, lowkey hippa violation, cursing, death & grief
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song rec: taste by sabrina carpenter (has nothing to do with this chapter but it is just so good)
taylor song rec: I Know Places (it's the arctic)
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Kore arrived at the Hunterâs Associationâs headquarters exhausted. She got on the crowded elevator drinking the last of her coffee while she waited for the elevator to arrive on her floor. With a ding, the doors opened. She pushed her way through the few people left and stepped out onto her floor, business as usual.Â
Upon arriving at her cubicle the first thing she did, primarily out of habit, was plug in her laptop. She brought her travel mug to her lips, hoping it would revitalize her energy only to find that the thermos was empty. Grumbling, she made her way to the breakroom.
Being the first person on her floor to arrive, or at least first in the breakroom, she was forced or cursed to brew a fresh pot of coffee. While waiting for the coffee to brew, Kore leaned back against the countertop with her head back and eyes closed, rubbing her temples.
âWow, youâre here early,â a voice said. Immediately Koreâs eyes snapped open to find Tara on her way to sit at a table.
âYeah, I couldnât sleep so I thought I might as well come in and get some work done,â Kore said, her voice gravely from lack of use. She cleared her throat and went over to sit down by Tara. âWhat are you doing here this early anyways,â she questioned her friend.
âOh, I always get here this early. I find it nice to be able to get settled before everyone comes in. Plus I think it gives a good impression to the Captain being here early,â Tara responded, eyes sparkling while talking about Jenna, their boss.Â
âBut are you alright,â Tara asked, reaching out across the table, âI mean this with all of the love in the world, but you look like shit.â
âWell thank you for that,â Kore chuckled. She hadnât bothered to look in a mirror after her all-nighter. Although she was no stranger to lack of sleep, Koreâs sleep schedule had been becoming more regular and socially acceptable, that is until the accident.
âI mean itâs a good thing we have this long weekend, am I right,â Tara said reassuringly before a spark of anxiety met her eyes, âYou do have the weekend off right, youâre not one of the poor hunterâs that got stuck working over the holiday are you?â
âNo, don't worry, Iâll be able to get some rest this weekend,â Kore reassured her friend. The coffee maker beeped, signaling that it had completed brewing. âOh thank God,â Kore said in relief, getting up and pouring half of the pot directly into her large travel mug. She chugged most of it, burning her tongue in the process, but she didnât care, she was too desperate to get more caffeine coursing through her veins. She was in the middle of refilling her thermos when Tara spoke again.
âJeez, Iâd say to chill it with the coffee but you look like you might need it,â she said jokingly. Kore offered her a playful glare in return. They heard the elevator to their floor at the end of the hallway ding through the open door. âIâm just saying. Anyways, I gotta get going, I think Capitan Jenna is here,â Tara said with a little wink before exiting.
Kore rolled her eyes before putting the pot back so it stayed warm. She exited the break room making a B-line for her cubicle. Upon arriving the computerâs screen caught her attention. Opened was the blank draft of the email she was going to send last night to Dr. J Higgins, the metaflux researcher. Sitting down at the desk, Kore rolled out her shoulders before typing out a message.
Hello Dr. Higgins, this is Kore. I work for the Hunterâs Association and was wondering if you would be available to answer some questions about the recent metaflux explosions that we are currently looking into.
She continued drafting the email leaving her contact information at the very end and hit the send button before she could second guess herself. Kore leaned back in her chair stretching, hoping that the day would be busy so she had something to occupy her busy mind.
By the time lunch had rolled around Kore was bored out of her mind, work had been slow and it was just one report after another. The appearances of wanderer had been minimal enough that other members of the UNICORNS teamâ she always found that to be a dumb acronym â were able to take care of it, which was strange because recently wanderer sightings had been on the rise.Â
Earlier in the day she had sent a message to Zayne asking if he knew anything about what was in the documents that he had given her the day before. She hadnât heard back from him until late afternoon.
âI had my suspicions about what was in them but I couldnât be certain.â - Zayne
âIf you would like we can go over it together later tonightâ - Zayne
âThat sounds wonderful. Iâve been confusedâ - Kore
âOkay. See you soon then.â - Zayne
Before she knew it, the day was over and Kore was packing up her stuff. After taking the stairs down to the lobby, Kore was shocked to find Zayne standing off to the side looking the other way. She ran over to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He jumped a little before turning, a look of relief flashed across his face for the briefest moment upon seeing who it was.
âKore, where did you come from? I thought you were coming from over there, he said, slightly confused, pointing at the other set of elevators on the other side of the lobby.
âI took the stairs, you know, for my health and all,â Kore responded with a cheeky smile.
âAhhh,â Zayne said trailing off. He looked off into space for the briefest moment before shaking his head and snapping back into reality. âShould we get going then?â he asked, gesturing ahead, which she nodded to.
The two fall into step on their way out the door. On the way to Koreâs apartment they had decided to stop and grab some take out for dinner. They fell into a comfortable conversation about each of their days, Kore being particularly interested in the research Zayne was working on. The pair stepped off the elevator onto Koreâs floor and walked together to her door.
â...and thatâs how Protocore Syndrome type N works,â Zayne concluded as Kore unlocked and opened her door. What met them was a disaster, her apartment was still an absolute wreck from last night when she had torn it apart looking for her charger.
âUm⌠It doesnât usually look like this,â Kore said to Zayne sheepishly. She guided him into her home and cleared off the table, moving the box of documents to the countertop. She then went to grab plates and silverware so that they could eat. Zayne unboxed the Thai food. They both dished up their food and sat down to eat. An awkward silence enveloped the atmosphere. Unwilling to wait, Kore got up and grabbed the documents to go through while they ate.
âOkay, so here they are, it says some things about how my heart has an Aether Core in it, but I donât even know what that fucking is, and it says something about me being tested on but I donât remember that at all, but it also says that my Grandma was involved somehow, her name is all over those papers, but that just canât be right,â Kore started all in one breath, spilling out the thoughts that had been consuming her mind. She took a deep breath and continued, handing the folders over to him, âI just canât imagine her doing something like that at all. Iâm just confused, I mean what does this all mean?â By the time she ended her speech she was near tears.
âI am not that knowledgeable about aether cores, but I know someone who is. Let me read the documents and see what I can find before we go any further,â Zayne said, pushing his plate away and opening the first folder. He put on his glasses that he had pulled from his suit pocket.
Kore was so nervous that she could no longer stomach eating, so she took her plate and put the food in the trash before setting it in the sink. She grabbed the to-go boxes from the table and put them in the fridge for safe keeping. Looking over at Zayne his eyes were uncharacteristically wide so Kore pulled up a chair next to him and sat down.
Zayne looked over at her before positioning the papers so that they could both read them. The words that she read last night staring back at her almost mocking her. Zayne cleared his throat before speaking, pushing up his glasses.
âItâs saying that the reason your Protocore Syndrome is so different, unlike anything I have ever seen before, is because it was intentional,â Zayne explained, an atypical aura of uncertainty shrouded his words. âIf this is to be believed, the condition in your heart is the product of an aether core being placed there.
âA good doctor knows his limits and there is more in these papers that I canât fully comprehend, but my mentor Dr Noah would likely be a better resource when it comes to this.Â
âHowever the excessive redaction in some of these documents,â Zayne said, pulling out a few from the pile, âcould make it difficult for even Dr Noah to understand. I canât offer you any guarantees, but I can provide you with some contact information if you would like.â
âDr. Noah?â Kore questioned, âHe was my old doctor, before you were. Didnât he go to the Arctic to study something?â
âThatâs right, I am surprised you know that, Kore,â Zayne responded, âHeâs currently in Snowcrest studying the ways in which-â Zayne's eyes went wide and he cut himself off. He straightened his tie to regain his composure before continuing saying, âActually I am not allowed to discuss his research. But I go and visit him sometimes to assist him.â
The gears started turning in her head, completely glossing over Zayneâs slip of tongue. I have a long weekend, I could go up to Snowcrest tomorrow and be back before work. That way I can get answers and that can lead me to closure. I know I promised Tara I would rest, but that can happen later, this is more important.
âI recognize that look in your eyes from when we were kids. I donât think that it is a good idea to go up to Snowcrest, Kore,â Zayne said somewhat sternly, âThe weather up there is often unpredictable, it wouldnât be safe for you to go to a place youâve never been all by yourself.â
âThen why donât you come with me,â Kore said excitedly as if it was the best idea in the world.Â
âYouâre not going to give this up are you?â Zayne questioned after a momentâs pause and long sigh. The look in her eyes is all the answer he needs. âAlright, we can go tomorrow, you need to get some sleep, it is a long journey.âÂ
With that he stood up and went to the door, Kore following behind him. Before he left her apartment, Zayne hesitated at the door before turning back around.
âHowever Kore, there is one more important thing in these files that I think you need to know; it seems that your Grandma was one of the researchers involved with the Aether Core being placed in your heart,â Zayne said in his usual even tone, but his eyes were filled with empathy.
âOh,â Kore responded meekly. After a beat she continued, âWell, Iâll see you tomorrow, right? Meet at the train station?â
âRight,â Zayne said, looking concerned, but nodding anyways âhave a good night, Kore.â
Ignoring the doctorâs advice, after he left she returned to the files at the table, pouring over them until the words lost all of their meanings. At this point she had been awake for well over 36 hours, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open.Â
Kore woke up to a streak of sunlight directly on her face. The confusion of why she was plastered to her dining room table lingered until she remembered she was reading late into the night.
Shit, I am supposed to be meeting Zayne at the station soon, Kore thought to herself. Checking her watch she realized it was much later than she thought it was. In a panicked state she quickly grabbed all of the papers, placing them back in the box and packed a bag for the weekend. If asked about it she probably couldnât tell you for certain what was in there, but she made it out the door on time so that was all that mattered.Â
Once she arrived at the train station, Kore put her hands on her knees, taking a moment to catch her breath. She looked around for Zayne and spotted him at a nearby cafe. He somehow spotted her at the same time and waved her over with the faintest hint of a smile.Â
âHi-â Kore says at the same time Zayne starts speaking.Â
âI was worried you werenât going to make it on time,â Zayne said as he stood up from his seat, placing a large tip on the table.
âSorry about that, I woke up a bit late,â Kore said apologetically. Zayne gave her a single nod in return as if saying her response was acceptable. The two of them started walking over to the platform to wait for their train.
âI did some digging into aether cores, but there wasnât too much literature out there on it, as far as I can tell they are a type of modified protocore, but as for how they are modified or to what extent I do not knowâ he said, cutting right to the chase. âI also alerted Dr. Noah of your presence on this trip,â he added
âWhat do you mean âmy presenceâ?â Kore questioned him as they walked over to the train.
âHe was already expecting me.â Zayne calmly said, âI was going up this weekend to assist Dr. Noah in his research, he said he had something important to show me.â
âZayne, how do you know Dr. Noah again?â Kore asked.Â
âDr. Noah was one of my professors when I was in medical school. When I arrived at Akso Hospital he was about to retire from his position as Chief Medical Officer, but despite that he still helped me adjust to the new setting. He became a mentor to me while I was in my residency, and I owe a lot to him. Now that he has retired I do what I can to help him.âÂ
While Zayne talked the train to Snowcrest pulled up to the platform and they boarded the train, managing to snag a private compartment. Kore plopped down onto the seat and Zayne looked at her closely for the first time that morning. He saw the prominent dark circles and bags underneath her eyes and sighed in clear disappointment.
âI see you didnât follow my advice last night,â Zayne said, shaking his head, âIt is not wise to ignore your doctorâs orders, you know.â Kore could only give him a guilty smile.
Zayne sighed again, âIt will be a while before we arrive in Snowcrest. Rest until then and I will wake you once we arrive.â
âKore,â a voice said, while a hand shook her shoulder gently. Her eyes opened and she blinked groggily, once her eyes got into focus she saw Zayne crouching in front of her. âWe arrived,â he continued, standing back as Kore stretched.
âAlright, letâs get going I suppose,â Kore yawned out.Â
Outside of the station, in the dim light, they were met with a sparkling white landscape of snow. A small fox-like creature came bounding up for them, which scared Kore, who hadnât noticed its presence prior nor did she expect such a thing to occur.Â
The fox ended directly in front of Zayne and eagerly wagged its tail. Kore raised an eyebrow to the man, who took some food out of his messenger bag to give to the animal.
âThis is Pie,â Zayne said, turning to Kore. âPie, this is Kore,â Zayne introduced her to the animal, to which Kore sent him a curious glance. âPieâs intelligence is on par with that of a nine-year-old child. Remarkably, he is able to recognize faces and remember names. Dr. Noah rescued him from Mount Eternal a few years back while he was doing some important research.
âIt looks like Dr. Noah was unable to greet us at the station so he sent Pie in his stead,â Zayne explained further and Kore nodded in understanding.
Together they trekked in relative silence to the outskirts of the village to where Dr. Noah was residing. Upon arriving at his house, Zayne opened one of the back doors as if it was a regular routine and beckoned Kore to follow.
âDr. Noahâs health isnât what it used to be. Sometimes when I or some of my colleagues come up he has us let ourselves in,â Zayne said, navigating the homeâs hallways with familiarity, âIf he doesnât show up at the station that means that we should let ourselves in.
âHere is where you will be staying,â Zayne said, stopping at a door on the second floor. âI will be in the room right across from you,â Zayne said, pointing to another door behind him with his thumb. He turned around, heading to his room but hesitated. Koreâs hand was turning the doorknob when Zayne turned back.
âYou should really try to get some rest tonight, Kore,â Zayne said with full sincerity, âI am not saying this as your doctor, but as your friend.âÂ
âIâll try,â she responded with a faint smile, âGoodnight, Zayne.â
âGood night, Kore,â he echoed.
At that, Kore entered her room and plopped down onto the twin sized bed, ready to get some sleep, but sleep wouldnât come to her. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. Her mind was so preoccupied with questions about everything that had happened to her recently. She couldnât help but wonder if the files had any connection to her grandmaâs death.
Eventually she abandoned all hope of sleep. Deciding she might as well be productive if she couldnât rest, she plucked a box from her bag and sat down at the small desk by the balcony, which she just noticed.
She turned on the small lamp, illuminating the room with a dim warm light. She finds a pad of paper and a pencil at the desk and realizes that it would be wise of her to take some notes and not just reread them, that way she can ask better questions of Dr. Noah.
Hours past and she had obsessively written pages of notes that would be incoherent to anyone but her when there was a tap in the balcony window. Jumping in her seat, Kore turned to see what had caused the noise only to see Zayne staring back at her from the other side of the door.Â
Kore rose from her seat and went to the balcony. It was the earliest hours of the morning, when the sun was still shy and the stars are still shining bright. Zayne gave her a charming smile when she opened the door, moving aside to let him in.
âI had a feeling you would still be awake,â he said, stepping into the room. His gaze drifted over to the mess of papers on the desk and he raised an eyebrow knowingly. âLate night studying I see,â he said, reaching for the papers.
âYeah, I have been trying to make sense of it all,â Kore said, picking up her pile of notes, handing them out to him âBut itâs been exhausting and I donât even know if Iâm looking at the right stuff.â
âOkay, letâs see what you have so far,â Zayne said, grabbing the notes she held out to him. He attempted to read them, eyes squinting, but either because of the dim light or him not having his glasses he wasnât sure.
âHold on,â Zayne said before he stepped back through the balcony, returning moments later with his glasses in hand. âAlright, letâs take a look at this,â he said as he put on his glasses.
Kore giggled lightly at his demeanor, reminding her more of an old man than that of a young doctor. Zayne looked up at her confused as to what was so funny. She shook her head, refusing to elaborate on what she found to be humorous. He just gave her a weird look before directing his attention back onto her notes.
Reading them closer to the lamp this time with his glasses on, it turned out that the notes were just illegible to begin with, incomprehensible chicken scratch coated the page. The frantic, overlapping scribbles sent alarm bells off in Zayneâs mind, afterall, it was only natural for a doctor to be concerned about the well-being of their patient.
âKore, what does this say,â Zayne asked without the hesitation that would be typical of not being able to read someone elseâs penmanship. Grabbing back the notes, Kore looks over them, eyes becoming wide.
âI-I, I honestly donât know what this says,â Kore admits, âI guess I was so wrapped up in my mind I wasnât even looking at what I was writing.â
A brief pause circled between them before Kore bursted out in laughter, after a brief moment Zayne joined in and the atmosphere shifted. They end up dropping the important conversation and talk late into the night like old friends would. Kore talked about becoming a Hunter and the pressure of taking the exam, which brought them to discussing Zayneâs time in medical school, which led into stories about his time up here helping in research and anecdotes about Dr. Noah.
Soon enough morning arrived, beams of sunlight slowly crept their way across the room. Kore and Zayneâs conversation slowly started to dwindle with the appearance of daylight. Zayne notices the clock across the room and stands up.
âIt looks like it might be time for breakfast, we should probably get readyâ he said moving towards the balcony door, âIâll meet you downstairs.â Before he left her field of view he stood there and calculated something in his mind.
âIt was nice talking to you again, Kore,â Zayne said with a small, unsure smile. A large, genuine grin spread across Koreâs face, the biggest since her grandmother had died.
âI really enjoyed it too, I will see you in a bit, Zayne,â Kore said, shutting the door behind him. Zayne nodded and disappeared into his room.
Kore arrived in the kitchen after she had made a few wrong turns. The sight that met her was unexpected. At the stove Zayne was cooking something that smelled delicious and at the countertop Dr. Noah was chopping vegetables.Â
Before she could officially make her presence known a small ball of white fur came rushing over to her. Stopping at her feet, Pie sat wagging his tail and let out an excited yelp of sorts.
âPie, not inside the house,â Dr. Noah scolded the fox. Looking up at the noise, he noticed Koreâs presence.
 âAh, Kore, I see youâve already been introduced to Pie,â Dr. Noah said with a warm smile, his fondness for the pup clear in his voice. âIt is nice to see you again. Come and join us, breakfast is just about ready,â he continued, passing the vegetables off to Zayne. He moved towards the small table in the corner of the kitchen and gestured for her to sit.
âDid Zayne tell you how Pie got his name?â the elderly man asked once they both sat down. Without waiting for a response he continued, âWhen I first rescued Pie, one, no two, no three winters ago, he was a weak little thing, and was practically on the verge of starvation.Â
âWell, the vet said that he was perfectly healthy but I donât know about that,â he interrupted himself, wagging his finger. Zayne came over with the pan of food and divided the contents into three portions at the already set table. It was clear from the bored expression on his face that he had heard this tale many times. Dr. Noah paid no mind to him and kept on talking.
âThe little thing was so hungry he ate not one, not two, not even three, but six whole meat pies at once,â the doctor said, making a bunch of exaggerated hand gestures, âAt that point I knew for certain what his name would be, there was no question about it.
âAfter I nursed him back to health, I tried to release him back into the wild, like youâre supposed to do, but this little bugger kept coming back. It was clear he wanted to stay with me, so I kept him. It turns out that he is a smart little fella and mighty good with directions, so he has become my little guide. Visitors and the folks in town absolutely love him, and how could you not, he is such a good little boy.â
He showered the small fox with love while praising him, giving the animal scratches under its chin and some of the food off of his plate. Kore cleared her throat, sitting up straight as she did so. The old man looked at her with curiosity in his eyes, weaving his hands together and resting his head on them.
âDr. Noah,â Kore started trying to gather some courage, âI have some questions about my heart condition and I think you might be the best person to ask.â
âOh, my dear, it is much too early to talk business. There will be plenty of time for that later, for now letâs just enjoy each otherâs company,â he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
âDr. Noah believes in a strict separation between his work and personal life.â Zayne leaned in and said to Kore, âIt is best to follow his wishes so you can stay in his good graces.â Kore noded in understanding.
âI havenât seen you in so long, tell me, how are you doing, Kore,â Dr. Noah questioned her. She was about to form a response when he continued, which seemed to be a pattern for him these days, far from the patient man she once knew.Â
âI heard about Josephine, dear, and I want to offer my sincerest condolences,â he said, grasping her hands across the table.
âThank you,â Kore responded, mildly uncomfortable. Zayne stayed as stone faced as ever, as if this was usual behavior for the man.
âYou know, your grandmother and I used to good friends back in the day, we were two of the few students picked to intern at Ever, even back in the day they were a big deal, not quite the global behemoth they are today, but it was still a very competitive prestigious internship,â Dr. Noah recounted fondly. âYour grandmother was a phenomenal researcher, one of the best Iâve ever seen, and back then she had to be, I think she was one of the first women to get an internship at Ever too.
âBut you should have seen her in the lab, well you technically did when you were younger, but I don't know if you remember that, either way I was disappointed when I learned she had decided to leave the field. Josephine was one of the greats , it really was a shame to have her leave, as far as I am concerned, science lost one of its best that day.â
âThank you for telling me that, Dr. Noah,â Kore said, tears welling up in her eyes, the reverence that he held her grandma in being clear.
Zayne glanced at his watch and pointed out the time. âWeâre going to be late if we donât get going now,â he said.
Dr. Noah turned to the clock on the wall confirming the time.
âWell gee golly, you are right, thank you my boy,â the eccentric old man exclaimed while slapping his knee, âLet us all meet back here in letâs say 20 minutes, yes?â Dr. Noah turned to Kore, âOh you are coming with us arenât you, Kore?â
âUm⌠sure,â Kore said questioningly
âGreatâ he said with a genuine smile, patting her on the back and leaving.
âUm Zayne,â Kore said, anxiety creeping into her voice, âwhat did I just sign up for.â
âDonât worry, you will be alright. We are going to Mt. Eternal to take some measurements. Just be sure to dress warm, it gets cold out there.â Zayne said before leaving her all alone in the kitchen.
Zayne hadnât been lying, Mt. Eternal was practically a tundra. Kore learned about SnowDogs, a robotic replication of an old fashioned sled dog that was faster than real ones and was used by tourists and locals alike. Pie had tagged along as well and was yipping with joy as the SnowDog brought the team from checkpoint to checkpoint. The pair of doctors collected measurements for who knows what, not Kore, as they went along.
âDr. Noah, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions,â Kore said, having to shout of the wind as the sled was being pulled to a new location.
âYes, Kore,â Dr. Noah said, an aura of professionalism had enveloped him since they had reconvined, this was yet another side different from the friendly doctor she had known growing up.
âI was wondering if you could tell me a bit more about my heart condition, I never really understood what was wrong with me,â Kore questioned, picking the doctorâs brain.
âWell that is a bit of a complex answer. You see Protocore Syndrome is a unique disease that is still being studied, there is not a lot of literature currently available. Most of what we have on the disease comes from small sample sizes and because each case presents so differently, studies are difficult to replicate,â he answered distractedly, as they had arrived at another of the data taking points.
âAlthough there are different established subcategories of Protocore Syndrome, namely types A, E, and Y, there have been proposals of a few more types. I have written papers about what I believe to be a distinct type of Protocore Syndrome, type H, which is the type that I believe you have. When you were a kid Josophine authorized the scientific study of your unique condition, which was why you were always in the hospital, as she knew how important the research was, especially in the early days of the disease.â
This new information had surprised Kore, her grandma had never told her about being the subject of a scientific study. Quickly, complex emotions developed on that, Kore understood that it wouldâve been important, but she couldnât help but feel betrayed by being used as a guinea pig without her knowledge.
âYour unique subtype presents various difficulties with your heart and nervous system, difficulties that are only exacerbated under pressure, which is why I warned you against becoming a hunter. But boy did Josophine give me a talking to after I did that. She had wanted you to have the ability to live a normal life and pursue your dreams, plus she said that you were âtoo damn stubbornâ to back down from becoming a Hunter.â
Dr. Noah continued on with more medical jargon leaving Kore lost. This man was clearly a genius, but he was communicating with her as if she was a peer of his rather than some clueless patient that had no idea what he was talking about.
âYou were, excuse me, are an interesting case both medically and scientifically. In fact you were one of the reasons that I stayed a doctor for years after reaching the retirement age. Sometimes I wonder how you are doing. If you were to ever give me the honor, I would love to be able to see some of your more recent medical records,â Dr Noah admitted, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
âUmm⌠sure, yeah,â Kore said, stunned.
âIf you would be comfortable with it Kore, I can pull up your records once we return to Dr. Noahâs house,â Zayne said. Kore was slightly taken aback that he even had remote access to her records, but Dr. Noah was beyond delighted with the news.
It was early in the evening, around dinner time, when the group returned from the mountain. The numerous layers that they had on for warmth were quickly discarded at the entryway. Ever true to his word, Zayne was quick to grab his tablet and pull up Koreâs recent medical records.
Before placing the tablet in Dr. Noahâs outstretched hand, Zayne said to him sternly, âAs a former medical doctor I assume that I can trust you to only look at Koreâs files and not any other patient.â
âYou have known me long enough boy to know that I would never do something like that,â Dr. Noah said with a trustworthy smile before waving the younger doctor off, âNow go and take your shower, I know the sweat bothers you. No need to suffer through it, besides Kore might want to hear some of what I have to say privately.â
Zayne looks between the two and gives them a stark nod before heading off.
âNow that we got him out of the way, we can get down to business,â the doctor joked before his eyes combed through her file. âIt looks like your recent results have been changing a bit, but considering your position as a Hunter and your, uh⌠unique condition, that is to be expected.
âWould my unique condition have anything to do with what resides inside my heart,â Kore asked him, unsure of how much he truly knows.
âAhhâŚâ he said with a knowing smile, âIt seems that you found out about the aether core. Am I right in assuming that?â
âYes, I did learn about the aether core. How long were you and Grandma going to keep that from me,â Kore asked, the feeling of betrayal in her voice clear.
âIt was not my decision whether or not to tell you about it. When I saw you, you were only just a kid. It was up to Josephine, your guardian, to decide to tell you what you needed to know,â he said with a sympathetic smile.
âDid Zayne even know about it?â Kore questioned accusingly
His smile dropped, a serious look overtaking his face, âNo, he did not.â
âDon't you think that this would be important for, I don't know, my doctor to know about,â she said, her voice raising.
âAether cores are considered to be top secret. I could not tell him even if I wanted to-â Dr. Noah was cut off.
âSo you wanted to keep him in the dark, just like you kept me?â Kore growled.
âLook, my hands were tied, there wasnât much I could do,â he said, attempting to pacify her. âIf I was able to tell you I would, it wasnât up to me, the same thing with Zayne. I am sorry, Kore, but there is more at play here than you know. That is all I can say on it.
âWould you like to return to your records and we can discuss it in more detail now?â he asked.
âYeah, fine, whatever,â Kore said as she crossed her arms, clearly still upset from the whole ordeal.
âAlright, so it is important to understand a bit more about Protocore Syndrome to understand why you are such a special case. You see, Protocore Syndrome is usually caused by exposure to protocores, but that isnât the case for you,â Dr. Noah started.
âYou have a modified protocore, an aether core, inside of your body. I am not quite sure how it got there but your grandma had told me that you were attacked by wanderers during the Chronorift Catastrophe fourteen years ago. You were among the first people ever to be attacked by them, especially attacked by them and survive. Quite frankly you are lucky to be alive from that alone.
âJosephine also told me that you were saved by someone who took out the wanderers that were attacking you, which, again, is a miracle considering we had no idea how to deal with them at the time.
âWith this information I have always hypothesized that when the wanderer attacking you was killed, that fractured its protocore, and somehow part of if ended up residing in your heart. I cannot be for sure how it happened as by the time I had first seen you, any external injuries from the attack had healed.â
For the first time, probably since Kore met him, Dr. Noah seemed to be uncertain about what he was saying, almost as if he knew more than he was letting on. Unsure what to make of that, Kore filed it away in her brain for later. Nonetheless, Dr Noah continued on.
âThere is also an issue with your Evol. It is relatively rare for someone with Protocore Syndrome to have. But, it is seen more in those with aether cores.â
âYou mean thereâs more people like me?â Kore asked, intrigued for the first time.
âI only know about a handful of people, but yes there are more like you,â the doctor said reassuringly, however he was quick to walk some of his statement back, âOf course I cannot share much about them with you, and even I am not privy to such knowledge.â The doctor chuckled a little as if he was trying to make her forget his slip up.
âWell, anyways, I should probably be starting on dinner soon,â he said, changing the subject.
âDo you need any help Dr. Noah?â Kore asked, standing up.
âNo, no, no. Sit back down. Besides, you are a guest here, I wouldnât dare make you lift a finger,â he said while pulling out a large stockpot and potatoes.
âWell, what about Zayne, wasnât he helping earlier with breakfast?â
âOh, no, he doesnât count. He has been here far too many times and he needs to start pulling his weight around here,â Dr. Noah said, struggling to carry the pot full of water to the stove.
âIf I canât help with dinner then what can I do,â Kore asked, getting antsy.
âMy dear girl, didnât you hear what I just said? You are a guest here,â he said before pausing, âIf you insist on doing something why donât you sit and listen to an old manâs stories? But you have to stay seated.â
Kore sighed defeatedly, but nodded in agreement. Content with her response, Dr. Noah smiled at her as he pulled out a cutting board.
âWould you like to hear some stories about your grandma?â he asked, seeing Koreâs face change to one of interest he continued, âWhere to start⌠Ah, I know..â As he cooked, the old doctor told Kore stories about how he had met her grandmother and the antics they used to get up to.
He continued to speak, cutting vegetables haphazardly as he went, causing them to be in all different sizes and shapes. Kore wasnât sure if he knew what he was cooking, or if he even knew how to cook. He would use the large chefâs knife that he was wielding to make wild gestures as he talked.
â... she always had a soft spot for you and Caleb, even before she adopted you when the experiment was forced to stop,â his eyes went wide as he realized what he had just said, âWhoops, sorry I canât talk about that. I mean itâs just the ramblings of a silly old man, pay me no mind.â
Koreâs eyebrows furrowed. What the hell is he talking about? Grandma adopted us after we were orphaned during the Catastrophe. Is his memory okay? Kore thought to herself, confused and concerned. But there was already a seedling of doubt in her mind from the fact she had never told her about the aether core.
It was just then that Zayne made a reappearance. Dr. Noah sighed in relief as he walked in and the focus was shifted away from himself.
âPerfect timing, Zayne,â he said with a big smile, âDinner is just about ready, why donât you get out some bowls and spoons to set the table.â Zayne did what he was told. âOh, and grab that loaf of bread over there, and some butter too, it will pair well with our soup.â
Zayne had an uncharacteristic look of horror that flashed over his face, which was missed by Kore and Dr. Noah alike. He hadnât even thought about the doctor cooking by himself; he had been so used to helping him in the kitchen the realization that Kore wouldnât be never crossed his mind.
Humming happily to himself, Dr. Noah ladled large servings of the soup, into each bowl. He insisted that both Zayne and her start eating right away while he returned the pot to the stove, continuing to mess around in the kitchen.
Beyond hungry from the long day, Kore eagerly started to eat. The soup, or was it a stew, was an otherworldly experience, just not in a good way. Stunned that the elder man was able to create something that was practically a non-Newtonian fluid, she wasnât sure what to make of it.
She had no idea that something could be bland yet overwhelming. The last time she had tasted something this salty it was when she was a kid making cookies and Caleb switched the salt and the sugar. Caleb had found his prank hilarious⌠until he got excited about the cookies and stuffed about three in his mouth. Grandma, who had intended to punish him for the prank, found the whole thing funny and decided that he had punished himself enough. Although annoying at the time it was now a fond memory, even more so now that they were gone.
âIn his old age, Dr. Noahâs taste buds have gotten dull,â Zayne whispered leaning into Kore, âdonât worry about actually eating it. If you would like, you can just pretend to so you donât have to worry about hurting his feelings. After dinner I will clean up and make it seem like you ate the entire bowl.â
Noise radiated from the kitchen, clearly Dr. Noah was looking for something, there was a small grumble of curses before he gave up and returned to the table, clearly upset.
âOh, thereâs the bread!â he said joyously. The old man chuckled to himself and sat down. He was quick to devour his bowl of soup and did so eagerly. He even went to go and grab seconds.
âWhat did you guys talk about while I was away?â Zayne asked, folding his hands on the table. Kore found it to be a thinly veiled attempt to avoid eating the soup, Dr. Noah, however, paid it no mind.
âI was just telling Kore over here some stories about Josephine and our time back in school. She was quite a riot,â he said, seemingly delighted to share. âYou know, come to think of it, she isnât the only/first colleague of mine who interned with me at Ever to die recently. There was also James Higgins -â
Kore looked up at that name and her stomach dropped. âJames Higgins? As in Dr. James Higgons, the professor at Linkon University studying metaflux?â she asked worriedly.
âThe very same, did you know him?â Dr. Noah responded.
âNo,â Kore admitted dejectedly. Zayne gave her a questioning look to which she mouthed âlaterâ to.
âIronically enough it was a metaflux explosion that killed him,â the doctor continued, glossing right over Koreâs response. She sat quietly for the rest of dinner.
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please come home for christmas
chuuya nakahara x f!reader
wc: 2.9k
summary: higuchi throws a port mafia christmas party, but you and chuuya are in the middle of an argument.
merry christmas! this one took me so long because my computer deleted it when i was at 1.2k words :)
requested by @silverbladexyz
It was the kind of thing only Higuchi would think to doâthrow a Christmas party at the Port Mafia headquarters, home to one of the most dangerous organizations in the world.
A ridiculous notion, really. Yet, you all indulged her, showing up in the least festive outfits imaginable, to a dismal and drab party with a very low level of energy.
The entire thing had been conceived as a fruitless idea, bound to be denied by the boss. Yet, when Higuchi told Mori her grand plan and Elise overheard, that was the only thing she had spoken about for weeks.
It was certainly a done deal after that. Everyone was required to show up.
Horribly festive music played through the halls as Elise choreographed her own dances, pulling in helpless victims to be her partner. It was Gin, now, who had been chosen as her pawn.
She moved her arms robotically. It was comical how she looked so much more comfortable with assassinations than she did dancing. Â
âAh, you made it,â Mori said when you finally arrived, nearly fifteen minutes late. You had just finished up an assignment and had gotten back to headquarters as quickly as you could. âElise was asking about you all afternoon. Doesnât she just look darling?â
You refrained from making a face at the comment and instead smiled at the young girl.
Her curls were pinned up by a red ribbon, matching her festively red velvet dress.
âVery cute,â you said, nodding along to indulge your boss. âAs always.â
âI agree!â Mori was too enthusiastic for your liking. Though you itched to make your way over to your team, you took idle conversation with Mori as an opportunity to remain on his good side.
You had a bit of leeway with him, since Elise favored you so highly, but Mori was too unpredictable. You didnât want to test him. Â
Thankfully, it wasnât long before he was distracted by something, signaling you to leave him alone once again.
There was a long table with various drinks, and you reached for one, hoping that it was still safe. Though you pondered it for a moment, you were willing to take the chance. Â
Itâd been a long weekâyou didnât think you really wouldâve minded if youâd dropped dead from some poison beverage.
Akutagawa scoffed as you passed him, his arms crossed over his chest as he brooded amongst the more cheerful atmosphere.
It was an amusing sight to see. The way he itched to tear apart every single decoration with his destructive ability, while Higuchi practically hung off him, chattering his ear off.
âWhat gives you the right to be so late?â Akutagawa sneered, watching you with contempt as you took a sip of the liquid. It burned on the way down. âAnd why isnât that obnoxious ginger with you?â
Higuchi seemed to notice you at that moment, and you didnât get a chance to respond before she had directed her attention towards you.
âYouâre here!â she offered a smile, more cheerful than usual. You werenât sure if it was because of the party or because she was spending so much time with Akutagawa. âWhat do you think of everything? I tried my best, but the bossâs requests were a little tight. It stifled my creative vision.â
âIt looks great,â you said, before acknowledging the man behind her. âI was on assignment; sorry I couldnât be here earlier. Did you really miss me that much, Akutagawa?â
You pointedly ignored the topic of Chuuya, not willing to admit that you wondered where he was as well.
Akutagawa scowled harder, nearly throwing himself into a coughing fit. âPlease. I only wanted to make sure the boss wasnât letting you off the hook.â His dark eyes flitted around the room, checking to make sure he hadnât missed your usual partner.
Youâre not sure how he couldâveâChuuya usually commanded a room.
âHeâs not here,â you said, shrugging, before Akutagawa could ask again. âMust still be on an assignment. Chuuyaâs not one to risk Moriâs wrath.â
Akutagawaâs face barely changed, though you could still sense his disbelief. âHe let you go out on an assignment on your own?â
âIâm fully capable of handling things without Chuuyaâs assistance.â
âMaybe,â Akutagawa said, something along the lines of a compliment. âBut heâs alwaysââ
âYouâre not still fighting, are you?â Higuchi interrupted; her eyes almost soft as she watched you intrusively.
You suddenly regretted telling her anything, even if she was your closest companion.
âWeâreââ
âFighting?â Akutagawa was clearly amused by that piece of information. âReally? What a surprise. I never wouldâve expected an outburst of anger from either of you. You two are such delightfully calm people.â
You narrowed your eyes. âSure. That doesnât mean much coming from you.â
He scowled harder, though left the conversation to Higuchi, who was much too concerned for your liking. âYou donât know for sure if heâs coming?â
âLike I said, heâll come. Mori didnât really make it optional.â You shrugged. âAlthough, I havenât talked to him in a few days. Maybe heâs doing something outside the city.â
There was a moment of silence between the three of you before you realized what you had just said. You sighed, rubbing your eyebrow, as you prepared for further questioning.
âA few days?â Higuchi said, confused. âBut how? Donât you too live together?â
âWell, yeah. Iâve been staying at a friendâs house for a few days. Didnât really want to be at home.â
That seemed to get even Akutagawa interested. It felt odd to you that of all people, you were chatting about your romantic life to one of the most feared men in the country, and he casually stood by, taking it in with blank eyes.
âIt must have been bad, then,â Higuchi said, her voice sad.
You didnât want her pity, and you certainly didnât need it.
Things had just been piling up, and there had been an overwhelming amount of stress on both you and Chuuya. The fights had been more frequent because of that; the two of you throwing unkind words at one another in an attempt to quell your own nerves.
It wasnât fair to you, and it wasnât fair to him, either. You needed some space before the entire thing came crashing down on the two of you.
âIt was a stupid argument, really,â you said. Higuchi was closer to you, and you knew that she would take your side over Chuuyaâs. You didnât want her to think poorly of him when you were both at fault. âJust the culmination of being under so much pressure on both ends. I guess we just took it out on each other.â
Heâd hurt your feelings badly, but youâd said just as horrible things in return. It made you sick to think of the careless words youâd spewed three nights ago, just because Chuuya said thoughtless things.
You fought more than you liked, but the two of you were temperamental that it was bound to happen. But this was the first time that neither of you had sucked up your pride an apologized immediately after.
âWill that be the end of the Mafiaâs golden couple, then?â Akutagawa said lazily, covering his mouth with another cough. âIâm surprised it lasted this long.â
âIâve got no intention ofââ you cut yourself off hastily, swallowing. Though the thought of breaking things off with Chuuya made your stomach churn and acid rise up in your throat, Akutagawa wasnât wrong.
The Port Mafia was no place for romance. Maybe the two of you would be happier if you stopped trying to make it work.
You revised your previous statement. âIf it doesnât work out between us, then thatâs that.â
Neither of them believed you.
At that moment, across the room, the double doors opened to reveal Chuuya, followed by whatever two lackeys had accompanied him on the mission.
Your stomach flipped at the sight of him, squeezing harder when he briefly met your gaze across the room. It had only been a few days that youâd be apart, but your heart ached, desperate to reach out to him.
Though, you wouldnât; youâd let him make the first move towards an apology.
âAre you sure youâd be okay with it ending?â Higuchi was unconvinced.
You glowered, ignoring her comment.
For half of the night, you did your best to avoid Chuuya. You turned when you saw him coming towards you, made conversation every second of the evening so he wouldnât approach you.
Of course, you werenât safe from conversation forever. You walked over to the drink table once again, needing a refill. Chuuya hadnât been around anywhere. Then, he was beside you, materializing before you even had a chance to move.
You knew it was him just by the sound of his footsteps, the careful inhale he took before reaching you.
âYouâve been ignoring my calls.â The words were hard, without emotions. The facts: pure and simple.
The cup was still balanced between your hands as you kept your eyes forward.
You stilled, stomach flipping with the words. It was a dangerous game, looking at Chuuya. His eyes always told you more than you wanted to know.
âYou knew where I was,â you said simply. âIf you really wanted to talk to me, you wouldâve come.â
âMoriâs hardly given me a momentâs rest since the week started,â Chuuya said, and you could feel the start of another argument coming on. You had to quell it here and now before it got out of hand. âI thought youâd be homeââ
Before you could object, Chuuya had already stopped himself and begun again. Â
âDoesnât matter. I canât let this go on for any longer. It shouldnât have gone on for this long, as it is.â
âWe can talk after the party, Chuuya,â you dismissed him. You didnât have the patience for an emotional conversation. Not when there were so many people around.
âI want to talk now. I donât want to spend the rest of the evening pretending that everythingâs fine.â
âEverything is fine,â you said stiffly, though it was a lie to both your ears.
Chuuya was silent for a moment. You stared down at the glass, noticing the gentle shake in your hands.
âBaby,â he said softly, in that gentle tone he only used towards you. It was quiet. No one around could hear. You melted slightly, not taking another step. âLook at me, please.â
There was a sort of desperation in his words, enough vulnerability, to let you know he wasnât joking. There were people around, and for him to be so open with you, if only just with his voiceâit was unlike him.
âWhy do we have to do this here?â you sighed, finally turning towards him. âWhy canât weâŚâ Your words fell off as you looked at him, really, for the first time that evening.
His eyes were tired, the blue so much dimmer than usual. You could smell the alcohol wafting off him, and though he was as put together as normal, you knew that he was just as unhappy as you were.
You swallowed, feeling drawn back in way too easily. Against your better will, it wouldnât take much for you to forgive him. Â
âI canât go back home if youâre not there,â Chuuya said, his words serious and heartfelt. âJust talk to me.â
You considered disagreeing, being spiteful, asking what if thereâs no way to fix it.
Instead, you silently took his outstretched, gloved hand, and followed him into the next room.
The music got more and more silent as you walked down the hall, hand in hand like nothing had happened at all, until you found a room that you could speak alone in.
Your eyes felt warmâyouâd forgotten to feel your emotions at all the past few days, shoved them all down into a tiny part of your chest that would seal all away. You did your best to force them back down, hating that you could so easily fall apart before him.
Chuuya shut the door behind you silently, and you crossed your arms over your chest as a protective barrier.
âWhat is it you wanted to say?â you asked, watching as he took a few steps around the room, his dark coat swishing in the process. âYou didnât drag me out all this way just toââ
âI love you,â Chuuya said, and you stilled, releasing a shaky exhale. He was deliberate with his words; he didnât utter them carelessly.
You felt a warmth bloom across your chest, melting the emptiness that encased your heart.
With a shiver, you forced yourself not to break down so easily. You didnât spend three days in silence just for Chuuya to get off without a heartfelt apology.
âAnd I love you,â you said, just as sincerely. An argument didnât change that simple fact. âBut we canât keep doing this to each other, Chuuya.â
He took a few steps towards you, quickly, invading your space easily. His gaze was steely and piercing and you couldnât look away.
âDonât.â he said, holding your hands tightly, like a beacon. âDonât do that. I havenât had the chance to apologize.â
Cchuuyaââ
âIâm sorry,â he said, pushing the words into you, ingraining them into your very soul. âYou mean the world to me. I didnât mean all the things I said.â
âYet you said them anyway. An apology isnât going to just erase that. It wonât change the fact that we always seem to hurt each other when things go wrong.â
âI know,â Chuuya said softly, tracing your cheeks lovingly. âIâm sorry.â
âStop that.â
âCome home, please. I miss you. Itâs only been days and itâs so empty without you, knowing that it was all my fault you left.â
You hesitated. âIt wasnât all your fault.â You remembered the way you didnât try to snuff out the argument early, how you kept going just for the sake of it. âIâm sorry too, Chuuyaââ
âDonât apologize. I deserved all the things you said. I was fucking cruel, and you deserve so much better than that, honey.â He pulled you into his chest, and you fell into him easily, not knowing how to resist him. âFuck, how could I ever say anything like that to you, huh? My sweet girl.â
âChuuya, stop it.â You said angrily, though your voice cracked as you clutched his lapels tightly, swallowing back all the emotions you didnât want to feel. âIâm not just going to forgive you, just like that.â
He sighed, holding you close, breathing in your essence as if for the final time. âI know,â he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You shut your eyes tightly. âBut you have to know how sorry I am. Iâll make it up to you every day.â
âYou donâtââ you were two between two places. It was hard to accept that you were partially to blame too, when Chuuyaâs words just kept echoing in your mind painfully. âItâs not about the argument. It was stupid anywaysâ"
âIt wasnât stupid if I hurt your feelings.â He rubbed his hand along your back smiling as his pressed his lips to your forehead. âI mean it, okay? Whatever you want. Iâll spend the rest of my life groveling at your feet if thatâs what it takes.â
âChuuya,â you said, and before you could help it, you were laughing into his chest, shaking your head. âI donât need you to grovel. I know how much you care.â You looked back up at him, tracing the soft lines of his face, eternally youthful. âWe just argue so easily these days.â
âStill.â He smiled down at you lovingly, his irises a bright pool. âI can always be better.â
He opened his hand, letting mistletoe float directly above you, letting it hover against the ceiling.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, smiling indulgently as you craned your neck back to the ceiling.
âBrought it as a last resort,â he shrugged, leaning into you with a grin. âIt would be a shame to let it go to waste.â
âWhat if I donât want to kiss you,â you said, making a face. âI havenât forgiven you yet.â
Though, really, you had. You just wanted to go home, away from the party, away from the mafia, and curl into bed with Chuuya, where you could get some rest for the first time in a week.
âYou wouldnât break a tradition, would you?â Chuuya said playfully, bumping his nose against your own.
âFine.â Your look was challenging, and a smile graced your features. âJust this once. No oneâs ever caught me under the mistletoe before.â
You finally pressed his lips against yours, letting all your worries melt away as you fell into him. He tasted like peppermint and alcohol, and you were so tired of missing him.
âCome on,â you said, pulling back before you got too carried away. âWe should get back to the party.â
Chuuya slung his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss into your temple one last time before letting the mistletoe fall back into his palm. âLetâs just go home,â he said, smiling at you with hearts in his eyes. âAlmost everyoneâs already left. Iâm sure the boss wonât mind.â
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I love love lovee your jealous tartaglia imagine waaah!! QAQ/ it's so cute seeing him get jealous (even if he's angy)
Could I maybe request a similar situation where he's dragging his s/o away, but when he pushes them against the wall, they have a mild fight or flight moment? Or a mild panic moment--- mainly because he's a bit too rough with them? In his s/o's head, it felt like he was hurting them juuust a bit over something they had no control over. I hope this makes a bit of sense.. aaahhh small comfort and a soft good ending between these two waahhh.. I love them âĄ
` Authorâs notes: hello, cutie!! waaaaah i'm very glad you liked it. also thanks for your request! i really hope you enjoy this drabble too <3 you just have no idea how my brains rot for jealous tartaglia
` Childe x Fem!Reader
` Genre: jealousy, romance
You panic a little when Tartaglia pushes you a little roughly against the wall. Both of you were in the east side of Fatui's headquarters, where no one usually went, and that gave Childe an advantage. No one could see you two, and he used this without a twinge of conscience.
His movements are a little rough, you can see on his face the remnants of anger and irritation that he feels towards Pantalone. He never held back or hid his true emotions. He always went ahead and took what he wanted.
So you weren't particularly surprised when the ginger man burst into your boss's office and, without thinking about anything, dragged you along.
You got used to his nature, but even for his unexpected tricks there were limits! You were extremely indignant, trying to get out of his grip, while Tartaglia's strong arms squeezed you in a steel hugs, and his lips tried to catch yours in a kiss.
"A-ajax!" You call out indignantly, trying to calm down your jealous boyfriend. You could call him by his real name, because you knew that harbingers and agents rarely walk in this part of the building. It was your blessing and curse at the same time.
You continued to twitch, squirm in his arms with the hope that you would be able to get out of his grip, but it was very problematic to do this, because the man was stronger than you, even despite training that you went through when you were a recruit.
"Y/n, please, don't make it difficult." His voice sounds in a commanding tone, rude and authoritative, and it seems to you that you're under his command again, in which you were until the moment you were transferred to the ninth harbinger.
Your legs begin to tremble, and you feel that excitement that you always felt when both of you were at work and tried to act not like lovers, but like a boss and a subordinate. There was some excitement in it.
Tartaglia cuddles closer to you, as if he wants to merge with you, leaving no empty space between your body and his. His actions and touches are rough, showing his anger and annoyance he felt when he saw Pantalone touch your hand.
"Ajax, please, calm down." You begged as heavy sighs escaped your mouth as the man's lips brushed against your skin in hot kisses that burned bright red on your skin like a brand. "I-i'm really fine! He didn't harm me. L-let's talk!"
The ginger man didn't seem to hear you. Right now, he only cared about his own desires. The desire to leave as many crimson marks on you as possible and show the whole world that you belong to him. And the desire to show you that you belong to him. It was at the level of animal instincts, which turned Tartaglia into a real predator.
You panic, unable to resist, and stop trying to get out of his arms, because it was simply impossible. After all, you knew that if Childe didn't want to â he wouldn't let go.
The ginger man noticed that you stopped resisting, and a sly smile appeared on his face. He gently pulled away from your neck and ran his hand over your slightly frightened face. You relaxed internally, noticing that the angry expression had gone from his face and it seemed that he gradually began to calm down.
"Well, baby, you can be nice and good, when it's needed." Sweet words make you feel embarrassed and you begin to furrow your brows, completely annoyed and dissatisfied with Childe's behavior.
His lips find yours in the kiss, but you were still annoyed and a little scared, so you wouldn't be yourself if you let him keep kissing you now. You clenched your teeth and bit down on his lip, biting through the skin until it bled.
Ajax's eyes widened in surprise, and the man pulled away from your lips. His face was excited, he licked the blood from his lips with his tongue, and his eyes lit up with that same sadistic light that frightened and excited you at the same time.
"Hm? Is my love not ready to give in to me and wants to fight? He licked his lips again, catching your frightened look. A wave of excitement went through his entire body as you pressed harder against the wall in an attempt to run and hide, that unfortunately didn't work out for you.
Childe came closer to you, leaned towards your face and rubbed his nose against yours. Using this action as a distraction to baffle you, he lifted you up in his arms and headed to his office. You grabbed his shoulders with slight excitement.
"If you're willing to fight, I can't refuse you."
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been readinf ur works and omgđ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤ anyways been thinking of gepard and giving him a hot bj while hes on duty and like some people hear itđđ makes me go crazy
â HEAR MY PLEAS, 18+
⢠CHARACTER : gepard x gender neutral! reader WC : 598
⢠WARNINGS : (EX)PLICIT, MDNI. public blowjobs
along the strings of weak moans escaping gepard's saliva slicked lips are also endless musings of "enough", "they'll hear us" and "we'll get caught". the blond cannot contain himself anymore as he throws his head back and struggles to keep a close eye on your crouched figure, seeking refuge underneath the mere small table of the headquarters. he wanted you to stop, but another part of him doesn't want to - you were that good under him, stimulating his cock in ways he've never felt before.
still, you persist in providing service for your beloved captain. you toy the crown of his dick with your sloppy tongue's tip, twirling it around the head and to his slit in intervals, depending where the male would react the most fromâ to which part he lets out the deepest moans. "so, captain . . will you promote me now?" you tease and pump his cock all at the same, gepard's face crumpling even further.
"i told you before . . i don't like underhanded methods such as thiâ!" you knew what he intended to say, therefore, you preferred not for him to continue his answer. in exchange, you bob your head up and down his length once again, locking a passionate gaze with the blond captain up above watching his cobalt irises agleam of pleasure turn into two little crescents.
your desire to pleasure the male and rise in the ranks burns brighter, so you take him in deeper, to which the big head of his dick is now hitting the spot of your throat, the two parts constantly kissing in every movements. "h-halt this!" gepard weakly objects and runs his gloved hand through his flaxen strands in the midst of the session, eyes closing shut from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins.
withdrawing from his dick for a short moment to respond, "but captain, your cock is begging for it." you reply and flick the shaft as it bounces from how rock hard he was, "see?" the margins of your lips widen, a sneering smile sculptedâ gepard however ran out of retorts from your absurd answers, his rationality already wearing thin. instead, shades of hot pink dusts his ears and cheeks, feeling mortified at how his actions are the polar opposite of his words.
he does his best attempt to catch his breath and demands for your attention, feigning resilience. "listen, i'll acknowledge your efforts, your hardwork, and . . i'll promote you." gepard explains, while you remain knelt in front of him, thinking hard what to do for your next move.
when suddenly, a knock of three times reverberate inside the headquarters, seemingly coming from the other side of the door. "captain gepard, is everything alright?" the blond's jaw falls agape and panic was written all over his face, but as a quick witted captain, he realizes it quick it was a small hurdle for him. "yes . . . i just had to contact someone. go back to your posts now."
his voice exudes of jurisdiction and power, his brows furrow as he answered. once he hears the flat, unison footsteps of the silvermane guards fading away, he sits back down at the chairâ heaving a sigh of relief. "that was a close one."
all of a sudden, you're behind the male with your arms wrapped around gepard's broad torso, head cozied and buried from the comforting crook of his neck. an aromatic note meshed of his sweat's scent wafts into your nostrils, you couldn't help but ingrain in your mind the way gepard smells.
"shall we have them hear your pretty, deep moans then next, captain?"
#ę¨ten thirsts#gepard landau#gepard x reader#gepard x reader smut#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x reader smut#hsr x reader#hsr x reader smut#honkai star rail gepard
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The Hangman's Bridge (snippet)
Summary: When you're raised with a gun in your hand and the world in the crosshairs, love and the like are all but building bridges just to watch them burn.
Dream Di Clemente has never wanted, never hoped for a life outside the family business â until he meets Hob Gadling.
Square/Prompt: C1 - Lovers to Enemies | @dreamlingbingo
Rating: Mature
Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling
Additional Warnings: Assassins & Hitmen, Major Character Death, Non-graphic Violence, Blood and Injury
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It ends on a bridge.
The moment hangs suspended between them. Dream, holding the smoking gun. Hob, clutching his bloodied side. Both of them staring at each other, eyes wide with surprise.
When Dream lets out a shaky breath, the moment breaks. Time shoots ahead breaking the solid line of Hobâs body, makes it waver. Makes tips over the side. Over the bridge. There is no sound when the river swallows Hobâs body whole. Just static that burns Dreamâs ears. His throat is burning. Perhaps the night is swallowing Dreamâs screams whole too.
It is a long while before the static and the burning recedes. Leaving behind the unstopping rush of the river. Dropping the gun, Dream stumbles to where Hob was last standing. Slowly, like moving through water. âHob is still in the water,â Dream thinks, âHe is merely playingâ. Even when Hob had never played with him like this. Never left him hanging.
He reaches the edge, still hoping to catch the afterimage of Hob. When he peers over the railing, he thinks âA test. This is a test. He is testing meâ. For what, Dream cannot even fathom. There is only water rushing ahead. Only the last memory of Hobâs wide-eyed expression of betrayal. Hurt. Only Dream on a bridge, hurting over something he is only beginning to understand.
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The rain has absolutely destroyed any dignity Dream had. Well. Whatever little was left after being chased out of the headquarters on his mandatory day off. Like he was some errant cat. Now, under the sudden burst of rain, he definitely feels like a â
They meet on a bridge.
ââa wet cat, mate.â
Dream turns to hiss to the stranger behind him. The man flinches as Dreamâs mass of hair delivers an arc of rainwater to his face. Unintentional but well deserved.
âCâmon now,â says the stranger, wiping the water from his face. Brown eyes. Brown hair. âWas just saying you looked like a wet cat under all this rain ââ
Dream contemplates hissing at him again. Zero dignity. Might as well commit to the negatives. The stranger puts up a placating hand to whatever Dreamâs face is contorting into.
âSo, d'you want to share an umbrella?â the stranger says, already bringing the umbrella over Dream. A small, warm smile. âJust until the rain passes. Or to the pub across.â Makes a sweeping gestures to a run-down building at the bank of the river. Multiple whitewashes. Lights burning bright.
The temptation to say no is extraordinary. But it is no rival to the slow damp taking over his socks. And Dream had no destination anyway. So he gives a curt nod. The stranger gives a small chuckle as he comes closer to shield them both from the torrential rain. And together, they cross the bridge in silence.
#dreamling#dream x hob#the sandman#dreamling bingo#dreamling bingo 2024#my fic#the hangman's bridge#we're doing snippets because that's all that we have đâď¸
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Ida meets Ney in Russia
I dimly remember that somebody (Cadmus?) mentioned they wanted to read more from Ida. So hereâs a brief snippet of Ida â for once â getting in trouble with her hero, of Ney scolding her and ⌠being jealous of Eugène?
The meeting takes place somewhen in late 1812 or early 1813, as much as itâs possible to tell from Idaâs chronological rollercoaster ride. In any case, after or at the end of the Russian retreat. Because of course Ida had joined the Russian campaign as well.
And not only she. If any tumblerinas here plan on learning how to time travel and want to go back to see the Grande ArmĂŠe march towards Moscow, they donât need to worry about incognitos. Most likely they would barely be noticed, as apparently there were wagonloads of groupies following their heroes around.
Okay: four. But thatâs only those ladies Ida travelled with. Plus, two of them died on the way back.
Ida was particularly fond of a Polish-Lithuanian girl named Nidia, as madly in love with general Montbrun as Ida was in love with Ney. Not that either of the two got to see their idol much during the march. As a matter of fact, the first thing Nidia learned before entering Moscow was that Montbrun had been killed at the battle of Borodino. Other than that, Ida claims to have had a bad feeling about this city from the start:
As we entered Moscow, occupied at last by our troops, this immense city seemed to us like a vast tomb; its empty streets, deserted buildings and solemnity of destruction were heartbreaking. Despite the pomp of victory, I felt struck by I don't know what new kind of melancholy when I saw it; the flags seemed to me gloomy and almost surrounded by funeral crêpes and black forebodings. We were staying in Rue Saint-PÊtersbourg, near the Miomonoff palace, which was soon occupied by Prince Eugène. The sight of this young hero and the cheers of the soldiers, who adored him, gave us back all the illusions of victory.
Okay, so I just added this because itâs so rare to see Eugène receive some praise. (I should also mention that the adored young hero was growing bald at an alarming rate and that his bad teeth were killing him.)
As a matter of fact, Ida claims that Nidia was especially interested in Eugène because he was rumoured to maybe become king of Poland (yes, another candidate). These rumours did really exist, Eugène mentions them in a letter to his wife before the campaign started. (And he also makes it pretty clear that these are just rumours and that he has not the slightest ambition to stay in this country. He may have used different vocabulary than Lannes but he didnât like the region any better.)
The following night, Ida and Nidia wake up to a burning Moscow and are saved by soldiers of 4th corps. On the retreat, they seem to have followed headquarters as closely as possible, which was their safest bet to stay alive (because where the emperor is, thereâs food and firewood and a resemblance of order) but still witness horrible tragedies. After the crossing of the Berezina, they apparently followed the remnants of Eugèneâs 4th corps to Marienwerder, before Nidia says goodbye and goes back to defending Poland.
But before, on the way, at Valutina (?), Ida finally sees Ney again
At this point, after the retreat, Ida at least starts to question her decision to follow the Grande ArmĂŠe around. Or something like that.
I have just recounted my fatigue, my difficulties and my perils in a war beyond human endurance, because of the new aspects it seemed to give to destruction and death. A powerful feeling made me undertake everything and endure everything. Why was I going to face the hazards of a campaign? Why was I going to expose the weakness of a woman to the rigours of a climate of iron? In order to obtain yet another glance from the one whose smile had always paid me for my military errands. This look was always like a world offered to my hopes; the dream alone of this reward had made possible all the impossibilities of time, distance, sex and fortune. My life was thus burnt for a few hours, still uncertain. I was giving up everything for a moment in space. Alas! this time, how I was going to regret this moment that had cost me so much to conquer! I had just gambled my existence for a flash of happiness, and this flash, the quickest of my life, became the cruelest.
I had to spend three fatal hours in a miserable shack on the outskirts of Volutina. My dress was so horrible that it was a real disguise. In a person dressed like that, one could hardly suspect a woman. Ney, however, only had to look my way to recognise me. To have been seen was enough to have been discovered. I was about to rush to the front of this first happiness; I was about to testify to the soul of my life how proud I was of this divination of friendship, of this perspicacity of memory, when words of an energy which was far from that of the feeling of which I was possessed, intimated to me the order of the most positive dismissal: "What are you doing here? What do you want? Go away quickly." With this address and a few short, curt rebukes about my reckless rage and my fury at following him everywhere, I only had the strength to reply: "It is a rage, indeed, but it is not at least the rage of pleasure or vanity," pointing to my coarse clothes and my face burnt by the sun and faded by fatigue. He took no notice of either the harangue or the costume. He was off and running. His displeasure at seeing me there was so great; he let it out so vividly that I thought he was going to push me back to the opposite bank of the DniĂŠper in his anger. Stunned by the reception, struck by lightning, I remained motionless for more than an hour, staring at him, thinking I saw him; he had disappeared without paying any more attention to me or worrying about me.
From which we can deduct that Ney was not a reader of Jane Austen novels. Otherwise he would have known that whenever you have behaved in a way that made a woman fall in love with you thatâs f-ing your fault, monsieur!
In 1813, when I recalled to Marshal Ney this scene of such violent fury, followed by such cruel silence and abandonment, he told me that he had been so mortally frightened by the extravagance which had pushed me into the midst of so many perils and the licentiousness of an army, that he had even been tempted to beat me. Truth requires me to admit that the temptation had been so strong that he had, I believe, yielded to it a little; it was without his knowing it, for the great passions know neither all they want nor all they do. Anger is therefore still love, since it is as blind as fury.
Girl, get help. Seriously.
When we crossed the DniĂŠper at Serokodia, I could have had another word with him. A new laurel had just hidden his wrongs and healed my wound. I could have, I wanted to say to him: You have just added to your immortal glory here; you alone have just saved Frenchmen lost in deserts of ice; I would have liked to express to him what all parties repeat today, what posterity will proclaim on the ashes of the brave... But I stuck to the joy of hearing the distant cheers. There was then a little fear in my delirium for him, and I almost have the idea that I idolised him even more by fearing him in that wayâŚ
Did I mention the thing about getting help?
Yes, even the reproach was appreciated by my heart, and still seemed to me a tender interest. I found I don't know what pleasure in hearing myself scolded later for my association with Nidia, my marches and counter-marches with the Viceroy's troops. No matter how many times I told the Marshal that Eugène's protection had been focused exclusively on the young Lithuanian girl, and that I had slipped unnoticed into this benevolence, he took it into his head to believe nothing of these sincere protestations. To make him reconsider such a strongly conceived idea would have meant exposing myself to a repeat of the DniÊper order and military correction. I had no intention of trying the same pleasure twice. Finally, he saw the evidence of my attachment, and he found the generosity to prove this belated but strong conviction to me [...]
By calling her his brother-in-arms, by the way. And this, I believe, really meant a lot to Ida.
#napoleon's marshals#michel ney#ida saint-elme#memoirs#napoleon's family#eugene de beauharnais#russian retreat#russian campaign#russia 1812#also#we have a phone call by a certain vice-queen interested in the exact definition of the word âprotectionâ in this particular context
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The Exception
An Invader Zim and SpongeBob SquarePants oneshot!
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Danny sighed as he rubbed the temples of his forehead. âZim⌠youâre killing me.â He groaned as he watched another blob of melted wall droop down. They were having a normal meeting when suddenly Zim yelled and ignited one of his bombs. The Irken stood at the side, arms crossed but with a somewhat satisfied look on his face as he stared at the destruction heâd caused.
Jenny walked over to him, âZim, weâve told you, no explosives outside the lab!â She said for the hundredth time but it only made Zim scoff. âI donât an android telling me when itâs necessary to arm myself.â He stated, not even glancing at the robot to acknowledge her more.
Timmy walked over to the both of them, âFor the last time, Zim! Weâre not your enemy anymore! Weâre a team, we have to work together.â He says. Zim cackled, âThat's rich! Even coming from you, beaver man!â He insulted before turning his back on all of them. Suddenly he felt someone standing behind him, âWe canât keep going like this, Zim. At some point, you need to trust us. We trust you. We need to put aside our differences and make things work.â Jimmy said firmly.
Zim cackled again, âYou are what people now call the Modern Jesters! Try looking in the mirror for once before you babble!â He snapped before walking away. Jimmy sighed as he watched Zimâs figure run off to the lab. âSo, what do we do about this?â Danny asked, staring at the walls that were still melting. âLeave it, weâll deal with it in the morning,â Jimmy responds before walking to the Portal that lay in the middle of the headquarters, entering his homeworld coordinates and jumping through. Everyone internally sighed as they made their way to the portal to return home.
Just as the last member walked through the portal, there was a deafening silence. Unexpectedly, the portal lights up again, revealing someone was coming through.
Zim mumbled to himself, hands tinkering away on a project he had been working on. He mumbled out small curses to himself, still hating how things went in the meeting room. His hand then reaches over to his toolbox for the wrench only to grab air. He growled and turned to the toolbox. âCurses! That stupid scientist probably took it for his stupid experiments! Or that android for its body parts! They purposely misplaced it to give me internal suffering!!!â He cursed. He was about to throw something out of anger but then a hand extended next to him, the hand holding his wrench.
âAh, it's you,â Zim said as he took the wrench without hesitation and started working on his project. SpongeBob smiled, âThe one and only. Watcha doing here? It's late yâknow, you should be in bed.â The sponge says. Zim rolled his eyes, âI have no time for the zees right now.â He says it like it is an insult.
SpongeBob walks next to him, âWell, have you eaten?â He asked again. Zim scowled, âNo.â he replied. âWell, good thing I brought the leftovers from work.â SpongeBob said as he handed out a paper bag, Zim frowned as he waved it away, âI told you, foolish sea walker, I don't want to eat-â he paused and sniffed the air. The aroma was captivating. His posture relaxes as he stares at the paper bag. âUhm⌠what is it exactly?â He asked curiously. âOh- it's a Krabby Patty! One of the things I cook for work.â SpongeBob explained with a smile, his hand still gesturing for Zim to take the paper bag.
Zim stared at the paper bag, then at the wrench in hand, then at the paper bag again. âThe project can wait!â Zim stated as he threw the wrench into his toolbox and grabbed the paper bag. Zim opened it and the aromas intensified, âWoah..â he said as he grabbed the burger. âCareful, it's still hot,â SpongeBob warned to which Zim frowned, he didnât need to be babied.
Zim took a huge bite and his eyes widened. It was savoury but also hot. Zim felt his tongue burn and his eyes water slightly as he tried to adjust to the temperature. SpongeBob hands him a tissue which Zim reluctantly takes to wipe his tears and dab his mouth. âThis is good..â he says before taking another bite which makes SpongeBob smile wider.
âI heard about what happened earlier, are you ok now?â SpongeBob asked after a short moment of silence. Zim rolled his eyes, âI did what I had to do.â Was all Zim replied as he chewed aggressively. SpongeBob was quiet, âBut it's not often you pull out a hand bomb and throw it out in a room without reason.â He says. Zim swallowed, âHow do you know? You werenât there!â. SpongeBob shrugged, âDanny messaged me and told me everything.â He said which made the Irken groan.
Zim took the last bite out of the burger, chewing aggressively as he could feel SpongeBobâs gaze on him. He swallowed, âWhat!? What are you staring at?!!â He yelled. SpongeBob replied, âI was just trying to figure out whyâd you do something like that.â He says kindly. Zim growled, âIt's pointless telling you anyways, the thing is already dead anyways.â He says which makes SpongeBob raise a brow, âDead?â
Before Zim could explain further, something fluttered in front of them. Zim and SpongeBob looked to see an orange butterfly fluttering in front of them. Zimâs eyes widen, âITS ALIVE!! IT MUSTâVE ESCAPED SOMEHOW!!!â He screamed as he scrambled to the desk to grab another hand bomb. Just when he was about to throw one, he heard a splat. Zim turned to see SpongeBob with his spatula out, splattered the butterfly onto the metallic floor. Zim carefully puts his hand bomb back on the table and walks over to SpongeBob.
âIs- is it dead?â He whispered, before SpongeBob could answer the wings of the butterfly twitched. They both screamed, SpongeBob then clapped the heels of his boots together which then protruded a set of spiky cleats below his boots. SpongeBob then hurriedly stomps on the butterfly repeatedly, the metal floor clanging as it's hit by SpongeBobâs iron cleats.
After a while, SpongeBob stopped and took a step back. Zim moved closer to see the butterfly shredded butterfly. No signs of life. âIt's dead!â He announced which made SpongeBob sigh of relief. âThank Neptune..â he says. Zim looks curiously at the butterfly and SpongeBob. âWhy did you do that?â Zim asked which made SpongeBob pause, âDo what?â He asked.
Zim pointed to the corpse, âThat. I didnât think youâd kill a butterfly.â He says. SpongeBob visibly shivered, âI don't like butterfliesâŚâ he said like there was a bad memory attached to it. Zimâs eyes widen, âYou don't?â He asked, SpongeBob shook his head, âTheyâre tooâŚ. unpredictable.â He says as he rubs his arms uncomfortably.
Zim smiled, âYes! Exactly! They are! And the way they fly too! It's irregular!â He says. SpongeBob nods, âIt is! And what's worse is when they try to take over your home town and eat your friends and family!â SpongeBob says in fear. Zimâs eyes widen, âWhat!!? They can do that?!!?â He asks in shock as SpongeBob nods. âYeah! It was so scary!!â SpongeBob says, the memories replaying in his head.
âWell, did you manage to kill it?!â Zim asked, SpongeBob shook his head, âNo, it got away somehow.â He says. Zim frowned, âDammit, you shouldâve killed it.â He says and adds, âYou never know that theyâre reporting back to their commander! It has probably given the intel back to its home base! Luckily you killed this one.â He says as he stares back at the dead butterfly.
SpongeBob sighed as he clapped his heels again which made the spiky clears retract. Zim stared at his boots with wonder, âI like your boots.â He says as he points to them, âThe spikes make them shine.â He added. SpongeBob smiled, âThanks! I made them myself. Never know when you need cleats.â He says which makes the Irken nod, âIndeed.â He says.
The Irken and sea sponge took a moment to breathe. âIs that why you blew up the meeting room?â SpongeBob finally asks. Zim frowns and looks away, âYes.â He replies. SpongeBob smiled, âIt's ok! Happens to the best of us.â He says which makes Zim perk up. Usually, heâs met with a long line of questions or âyou shouldâve just done..â type of statements. Zimâs antennas twitched, âYou make my actions seem like a small thing.â Zim finally says. SpongeBob laughed, âTrust me, I understand how you feel.â He says. Zim stared at him for a while, his expression softened. He did trust SpongeBob.
Ever since he joined this group of nobodies, Zim realised he found himself conversing or even interacting more with SpongeBob. Zim just nodded and looked down, maybe this team wasnât a lost cause after all. SpongeBob suddenly held his hand, âCâmon! We should head back! Itâs late and headquarters can look quite scary at night.â He says as he leads Zim out of the lab, hand in hand.
Zim enters the coordinates and the portal lights up, revealing the light that will send him to his homeworld. âThe architecture and engineering for this portal is poor.â He casually states which makes SpongeBob laugh. âI mean, a 15-year-old and an 18-year-old built it. What did you expect?â He said with a smile. Zim turned to SpongeBob, and smirked, âYouâre an exception, SquarePants.â He says. SpongeBob smiled, âCall me SpongeBob, Zim. That's what all my friends call me.â He says.
Zim looks back to the portal, his back facing SpongeBob. âThanks for the meal, SpongeBob!â He says before jumping through the portal. SpongeBob smiled, âBye, Zim!â. The portal closes and the light dims down. SpongeBob turns to the mess in the meeting room. He sighed, âLet's clean this up.â He said as he walked away to storage to clean up as usual.
#spongebob#spongebob squarepants#crossover#invader zim#zim#oneshot#story#nicktoons unite#nicktoons#danny phantom#danny fenton#timmy turner#the fairly oddparents#jimmy neutron#jenny wakeman#my life as a teenage robot#headcanon#woico au#artists on tumblr#fanfic writer#writers on tumblr#nickelodeon#fanfic#fanfiction#jimmy#timmy#danny#jenny
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More fanfic updates?? What is this, the blog of a productive writer??? It happens sometimes. Note that this chapter pretty heavily features an OC for this canon, so if you haven't read "steal my heart and break my pride", her showing up might not make sense. But also with the fandom being made up of ten people and a shoe, I assume you guys already have, lol. Anyways, on with the show!
crash and burn (and then return again) | a titanfall 2 fanfic part four
The first thing Cooper did when they entered Harmonyâs orbit was contact Alicia. Heâd already confirmed she was stationed thereâa fact that cast the planetâs near-demise in a new and more terrifying lightâso it was just a matter of contacting the right department and asking if she was in.
âJack?â Alicia said.
Hearing her voice again made him suddenly, fiercely homesick. âHey,â Cooper mumbled. âSo, uhâŚguess whoâll be in town soon?â
âHang on.â Cooper heard her phone being put down and the distant sound of a door closing. When Alicia returned to the call, she had the same tone she used whenever the local farm gossip was especially juicy: âDude, did you guys really blow a hole in a planet?!â
Cooper made a strangled noise that felt like either a laugh or a sob. Not even he was sure which. âIâŚâ He took a second to collect himself. âI donât know if Iâm allowed to answer that.â
âIn that case, I wonât ask. Just promise me Iâll be the first one you tell when itâs declassified.â
âOkay. I promise.â
âAre you okay?â
âPhysically, Iâm fine. EmotionallyâŚâ He had to take another second. âI understand if youâre busy, but if you have timeâŚI could really use a familiar face.â
 âAbsolutely.â She heard the sound of a keyboard in the background as she kept talking. âWhat time are you landing?â
âHour or so, but I know I have to talk to some other people first. I can meet you wherever you are if that works?â
âSounds good. I should be able to get off early. A few people owe me one." She gave him her number and instructions on how to find the main supply headquarters. âThereâs a lot of signage, so you shouldnât get too lost. Give me a call whenever youâre available. I can always come to you if anything goes wrong.â
âCopy that. See you in a bit.â
âSee you, Jack.â
At least heâd have that to look forward to. Cooper tried to focus on the upcoming meeting, not the negatives of what landing would mean.
It was hard when he had to put back on his old rifleman gearâthe only other clothes he hadâand carefully fold up Lastimosaâs gear. He might have been a pilot now, but wearing Lastimosaâs gear when he went to see his family felt wrong. He didnât want to get Cassieâs hopes up.
What do I say to her? What does anyone say in this situation? He wasnât sure who to ask. Heâd actually dug up a blank death report as they approached the planet, just to get an idea of the script. The form felt so impersonal, cold. That wasnât going to work at all. Not when Lastimosa had meant something to him, too.
Maybe start there? We both lost someone important to us. Could be a point of connection.
Hopefully it would read as empathetic and not that he was trying to make it all about him.
Cooper joined the rest of the SRS as they readied to depart. He tried not to make eye contact with anyone. He tried not to look at any of the Titans. He kept his arms wrapped around Lastimosaâs gear and tried to rehearse what heâd say to Cassie.
Iâm sorryâŚhe died a heroâŚno, not that, it doesnât make any of it better.
Iâm sorry. He saved my life. That just makes it my fault, doesnât it?
Iâm sorry. I know what youâre going through. No, no, that does feel like Iâm making it all about meâŚ
The doors opened, letting in a flood of late afternoon sunlight. There were people outside, families and friends of the other people. There was a lot less decorum this time; everyone departed in a formless crowd, running to the people they recognized. Cooper stepped out slowly, carefully scanning the clusters of people.
Iâm sorry. He was a good man. I only hope Iâm half the pilot he isâŚ
His heart caught in his throat.
Heâd seen Cassieâs picture once. It was an older picture, but she hadnât changed too much since it had been taken. She was standing next to a blond woman in a technicianâs jumpsuit. Cassie looked right past Cooper as she scanned the crowds; the blond woman looked right at him.
She knows. Cassie doesnât. So he would be the one to break the news to her. Cooper swallowed hard as he approached. Cassie finally noticed him as he got closer, then noticed what he was holding.
âIâm sorryâŚâ Cooper croaked out.
âNo,â Cassie interrupted. âNo.â There were tears in her eyes immediately; when the blond woman tried to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder, Cassie shook it off and bolted.
Do I go after her? What should I do? Cooper looked helplessly at the woman Cassie was with, but she was frozen, too, her eyes shut tightly. âIâm sorry,â Cooper repeated.
âItâs not your fault.â The woman shook her head. âI should go after her. I was hoping to have a word, but it can wait.â
She must have been the woman from R&D that Briggs had mentioned. Cooper was glad she wasnât going to try and go through with the meeting. He didnât have it in him to talk right now. âThatâs fine,â he managed to choke out, though he wasnât sure she heard. She was already jogging in the same direction as Cassie.
That was that, Cooper supposed. Some homecoming.
Someone approached him. âYou okay?â Briggs asked.
He wasnât.
âCan I go?â Cooper asked. It wasnât very professional, but he couldnât be there anymore.
âOf course. Weâll send you your room assignment. Do what you have to.â
Cooper nodded and walked off, hugging Lastimosaâs gear to his chest. He didnât think heâd be able to talk, but all he could think about was seeing Alicia. Just having someone around who really knew him.
He didnât want to be Jack Cooper, freshly minted pilot and hero. He just wanted to be Jack.
.
Alicia was able to give him very clear instructions on how to get to employee parking. She was already there when Jack arrived, standing next to a motorbike. She hadnât changed all that much since heâd seen her last. Cooper knew sheâd cut her hair, but sheâd worn it up all the time back on Persephone, so he didnât really notice a difference. It was a relief to see that at least one of them hadnât changed. âThis is all Iâve got,â she said apologetically. âAre you okay to ride double, or do you want me to find something else?â
Cooper had hoped heâd be up for talking when he saw her again, but no dice. Alicia caught on quickly, though. âRight hand for bike, left hand for other?â she offered. Cooper raised his right hand. âCool. Hop on.â
If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend they were home, sharing a ride because the other personâs bike had broken down or another family member needed it. He allowed himself to dwell in that fantasy while the ride lasted, to imagine that he could smell the crops and hear harvesting machines off in the distance. He was almost hesitant to open his eyes when the bike stopped, but what he saw when he did wasnât awful. It looked like a public garden, one not too occupied, either. It wasnât home, but he could work with it.
Alicia led him to an isolated corner near a fountain. They sat together on a bench, staring out over a sea of green and brightly-colored flowers. The temperature here really was good for growing, Cooper noticed. If heâd been in a better headspace, he probably wouldâve tried to identify some of the plants in sight. All he could do now was appreciate that they were still there.
âYou donât have to say anything,â Alicia said, âand Iâll be quiet if thatâs what you need. But Iâm really glad youâre okay, Jack.â
Cooper nodded. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around himself and closed his eyes. He let the quiet and the presence of his friend settle over him. He couldnât say that he felt peaceful, but he slowly started to feel better than he had. Eventually, he was able to speak.
âI canât talk about it yet.â
Alicia nodded. âThatâs fine. Whenever youâre ready.â
âSome of it might be confidential. Have to worry about that now.â
âWell, that sucks.â
âHmm.â
âYouâre pretty good at keeping secrets, at least. Are you hungry yet?â
Cooper took a deep breath and carefully considered the question. âNot yet. Might have to force something. I canâtâŚactually remember when I ate last.â
âI can make congee. Show you my place. Itâs not a bad little apartment, all things considered. Bigger than my room at home, thatâs for sure.â
âYeah. Iâd like that.â He could probably handle congee. âMight fall asleep on your couch.â
âYou wonât. Itâs an awful couch. Trust me. Youâd be better off on the floor.â
Heâd fall asleep on a pile of rocks at this point. Anything to make the aching feeling in his body go away.
âYouâre not alone anymore, Jack,â Alicia added. âYouâve got me now, too. JustâŚtry to remember that.â
He was glad she hadnât said like before. Nothing about this situation was like the good old days. They could never go backâŚand honestly, the good old days hadnât been that good since he was a kid.
But heâd take any improvement he could get. Especially since it involved her.
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Don't know if youre still taking asks for the WIP thing, but
-Half runaway AU - Vigcup ?
Damn this has been here for so long Iâm so sorry itâs taken me this long! I will always take any excuse to talk about the random fics I have lol! I donât have my laptop rn so Iâm just gonna have to go off memory.
This is basically one of the fic ideas that I had cause of Vigcup week way back then before I got distracted with a bunch of other plot lines and whatnot, itâs also what lead me to writing one of my published wips which has kinda replaced it. Iâm probably never gonna actually publish it cause the main fun elements if it Iâm adding to that fic, so Iâll do a full rundown. (Also Iâm fairly sure I was inspired by CantMakeMyMind on Ao3âs fic Dragon Soul).
- Hiccup is half living on Berk and half out exploring. He mainly just spends his time around the archipelago (trying to avoid the villages that would report him to Stoick) until heâs older because he was worried people would be suspicious of him leaving. After years of spending more and more time away, he realises he can just start leaving for days (using camping or something as an excuse if necessary but considering heâs not making trouble for Berk they arenât too concerned).
- He goes out and discovers the hunters and he tries his best to avoid them until he is captured by Viggo. Hiccup is used to Vikings hunting dragons (also he hasnât defeated the red death just yet so thereâs still raids happening) but bonding happens after he gets captured. Viggo is actually willing to listen to him (basically the first human to do so) which endears him to Hiccup, likewise Viggo is impressed by his intelligence and they are more willing to try understanding each other. During this time Viggo also meets his Skrill and they bond, setting off the trend of Vikings having peace but itâs mich harder with the Queen still in control.
- As they work together more they start to fall for one another and soon Hiccup opens up about Berk. Viggo is constantly trying to get him to leave Berk and join them fully but Hiccup wants to protect the dragons and try and make peace. Thereâs some B plots with Gobber trying to work out what Hiccup is doing too since heâs suspicious of him, especially when he noticed Hiccup feeding the dragons extra fish and the dragons in the arena keep escaping.
- Hiccup is going in and out of Berk and the hunters, but after Stoick is nearly killed, Hiccup decides that he and Toothless should go and attack the nest. Hiccup never had the character growth he did in canon, or the connections, so I feel like his immaturity and lacking impulse control is heightened (more then it already is at least). Itâs also a bit of a breaking point considering how stressful secrets are, the war, meeting new people and his unresolved trauma.
- At the same time, Viggo decides that if Hiccup wonât give up on Berk fully, heâll basically call out Berk for its treatment of Hiccup himself and solve the war (and maybe make the relationship a definite thing in the process). He arrives after Hiccup leaves and everyone on Berk is like âwho the hell is this, why the hell is there a fricken Skrill, and why does he want Hiccup.â Thatâs when they realise Hiccup is gone again. After noticing the burns on Stoick, and finding Hiccups normal travelling bag still in the forge, and some helpful tips from Gobber, he puts the pieces together and flies off to save Hiccup.
- They get to the nest (which he and Hiccup has discussed on a few occasions) and finds a downed Hiccup and Toothless near the Red Deathâs body. Toothless is awake and shows him Hiccup with a half bitten off leg. Viggo then does the amputation and cares for him back at his headquarters. (This was one of the main plots for one of my og Day One Vigcup week fic lol)
- Everyone on Berk is left to wonder what happened for weeks, some thinking it was a trick (traveling Viggo = Odin) or Hiccup being kidnapped or something, (Stoick is having a nervous breakdown) until Hiccup finally returns. Explanations are given, vigcup kisses are shared and after teaching them a little more about dragons, Hiccupâs work is done and he decides to join Viggo to travel, help the hunters make money without hunting, and be in love. Gobber still lives under the belief that Viggo is Odin, the eyepatch doesnât help.
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