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artzysyam · 1 year ago

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Frigid Nightmare

Snippets from @xysidhequeen AU. Based on the question about Jason comforted Danny after a nightmare...

Jason slumped back against the wall, his chest heaving as he drained a bottle of water mixed with ectoplasm. His training with Fright Knight was over, and it had been a year and a half since he came out from the grave, six months since he was knighted as Red Knight, four months since he discovered that Batman had replaced him, with mere seven months after his death.

The pain welled up in Jason's heart and soul - the same pain that had driven him to mow down the rebellion in another realm who dared to challenge Danny. Danny had seen him that day, standing alone amidst the demon corpses as their blood caked his human form. His eyes were raised to the sky, which burned orange from battle, and tears rolled down his cheeks unchecked.

Jason took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and willing himself not to be dragged back down into despair. The members of his newfound family tried their best to keep him in the present moment, teaching him how to allow himself to express hurt and anger without being punished for it.

Fright Knight's dark figure towered over Jason, his gaze unwavering. His deep voice rumbled through the room. "Are you well, my apprentice?"

Jason hesitated before responding, unsure of how to express what he was feeling. "I'm ... just reminiscing Frighty."

Fright Knight hummed in response and knelt down before Jason, his eyes softening with compassion. "As I said before, no one has ever been chosen as my apprentice before you, Jason Todd - King Phantom chose you, and I'll do my utmost best to ensure that you're strong enough to protect our liege."

Jason was warmed by Fright Knight's honesty. He knew from Jazz's counselling sessions that healing from trauma isn't linear - there will be highs and lows as well as scarring that must be endured. A wistful smile spread across his face as he thanked his mentor.

"You're welcome, my apprentice," Fright Knight replied, standing tall once again before saying something else - but a high-pitched screech cut him off. Immediately, Fright Knight summoned a flaming green sword while Jason stood up with gun in hand, prepared to jump into action against any incoming attack.

His heart thundered in his chest, his core aflutter with anxiety and panic as he remembered the last time Danny had one of these episodes. Dread clawed at Jason's stomach as he and Fright Knight raced down the hallway leading to their liege's chamber, only to be stopped short by a violent blizzard raging between them and their King.

"Our liege is having a night terror again, we need to get Master Nocturne now!" Fright Knight yelled over the roar of the wind, looking at his apprentice with worry in his eyes. Jason could feel his vision tinge green as something inside of him screamed for him to go check on his King.

"Fright. You go on and get Nox, I'll go in to see our king is safe!" Jason shouted back, before sprinting into the howling storm.

"Jason!!" Fright Knight called out desperately, but his apprentice was already lost in the turmoil of snow and ice. With an exasperated curse, Fright Knight summoned his mount and set off to find Nocturne as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Jason trudged through the blizzard with his toned arms raised, shielding his face and the red flaming sword in the other. His breath came in ragged gasps, pluming out of his mouth and nose like smoke from a dragon's nostrils. "Mom! Dad! Please, I'm your son!" Jason heard Danny's voice yelled against the howling wind.

"Don't ever call us that to our son's face, ghost!" Maddie Fenton's voice screamed back. Jason's heart sank as he recalled Danny's story of why he stayed in Infinite Realms. His parents had not taken kindly to his reveal, capturing him and nearly vivisecting him before his friends had saved him. The voices in the blizzard retold Danny's trauma again and again. "Dad! It hurts, Dad! It really hurts!"

The frigid air felt like razors on Jason's skin, but his rage and core urged him forward like an animal spurred on by instinct. He thought of Danny, his king, HIS. The memory of the day when he went on a rampage came to mind, but instead of pure rage taking over, it was a controlled fury fueled by an unwavering desire to protect what mattered most to him.

"Where is my son? You're not my Danny'o!" Jack Fenton's words ricocheted through the storm as Jason continued on towards the frozen door.

Finally, he reached Danny's room and Jason grasped Ifrit, his red flaming sword, tightly in his dominant hand. With a single, powerful thrust of the blade, the intense heat blasting from its edge shattered the frozen door open. As the shards of wood flew outward into the hallway, Jason saw Danny curled on his bed with his hands over his hair. Thankfully, his body wasn't frozen. The chill that radiated through the room was colder than anything within Far Frozen and made Jason shiver as he rushed towards Danny whose body jolted in response to his voice.

"Danny!" he shouted out, his core sending the wave of protection and safety to Danny, who winced from the shout.

Jason's boots crunched through the snow as he approached Danny, kneeling down beside him. He grasped his King's shoulder, his own warmth spreading into the coldness of Danny's body. "Danny," he repeated softly, and felt the tension in his King's body ease slightly.

Danny looked up, eyes widening in recognition and relief. "Jason?" he said, voice trembling.

Smiling reassuringly, Jason sent a wave of warmth and reassurance through his core. "I'm here, Danny. I'm here."

As if in response to their exchange, the blizzard outside ceased, and the room began to warm from within.

Danny inched closer to Jason, his exhausted body desperate for warmth. The embrace created a sense of safety as he felt Jason's toned arm tighten around him.

"Your parents?" Jason asked softly. Danny, too tired to speak, simply nodded in response.

"Do you want to sleep?" Jason asked, his fingers lightly stroking Danny's hair. He shook his head no and looked up at Jason with wide, pleading eyes.

"You're tired," Jason sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Danny's face. "Do you want me to stay with you so you don't have to be alone?" Danny nodded again, relieved that he didn't have to speak.

Jason looked to the far corner of the room and saw a small puddle of melted ice where the frigid castle had been moments before. The knight hoisted up the tall, lanky king from the floor and carried him towards his bed, cradling him like a koala cub as he went. As he was about to lay the king down on the bed, Jason heard his mentor and Nocturne enter the room.

"I see you handled the situation, my apprentice," Fright Knight said as they stepped into the doorway.

"Yeah... He got the nightmare of his fucking parents..." Jason replied, tightening his grip around the helpless king protectively as Danny clung to him. He fought to keep his composure, reigning in his anger.

Nocturne, the ghostly figure of sleep and dream, swept into the room on a midnight breeze. He cast his gentle spell of slumber onto the King as he lay in Jason's arms, and watched with fondness to ensure his ward was at peace.

"That should keep him tucked in for a few hours," Nocturne said before turning to Jason. "Do you need my assistance, young Knight?"

Jason looked down at the King, peaceful and unaware, and then back to the ghost. "Nah, I'm good," he sighed. "I just need some time to calm down." Nocturne nodded silently, before he dissipated into the ether like a whisper.

Fright Knight stood in the doorway, illuminated by the faint candlelight in the room. His helmet blocked the majority of his ghostly features, but Jason could still detect a hint of pride in his mentor's voice. He paused for a moment and turned his helmet to glance at Jason, then said, “Rest well and be proud of how far you come, Jason Todd.” With that, Fright Knight disappeared into the shadows, leaving Jason alone with his king in his arms.

Danny snuggled close against Jason and he felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. Rage coursed through him as he thought about Fentons - if he ever found them, they would fucking pay for what they have done to Danny. As Danny slept peacefully on his chest, Jason vowed to never let anyone hurt him again. He tightened his embrace around Danny and promised himself that when Danny needed him, he would always be there.

#the king and his red knight au #dcxdp #dead on main #jason todd #danny phantom #why my snippets ended up them cuddling in one way or another #they need a lot of hugs #tw nightmares #tw blood #not canon so don't take it as canon #snippets

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bigasswritingmagnet · 4 months ago

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With My Own Hands

Fandom: Girl Genius

Summary: A continuation of Zeetha, Daughter of Klaus and Gilgamesh, Son of Zantabraxus.

When Selnikov arrives at Mechanicsburg in his giant clanks, Zeetha doesn't have any Sparky lightning to take care of them. She's going to have to take care of it her way...which lands her in Mama Gkika's tender care. Here she discovers there are more unanswered questions in her life than she realized, like, why does her hair really look like that? And, why does she want to put this Gilgamesh guy in a headlock so badly?

Meanwhile, Axel Higgs is going to learn that the heart wants what the heart wants, whether she's a princess or a Baron's daughter.

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“Battle clanks!” was the shout from the top of the wall. “Headed straight for Mechanicsburg! Sound the alarm!”

“That’s the last thing we need,” Wooster said. “We better get out of here before—”

“She’s gone,” Krosp said.

“What?” Wooster looked around; sure enough, there was no sign of Miss Agatha anywhere.

“She and Gil took off before that guy even finished yelling.”

A memory flashed before his eyes: Zeetha's hands around his throat, her eyes blazing as she ordered him to get Agatha to Mechanicsburg and keep her safe, and if anything happens to her, it had better be because you're dead in a ditch with your skull caved in, or you're going to wish you were, Agent. Ardsley. Wooster.

Wooster shivered and scurried up the stairs after Agatha. Both she and Gil were half-hanging off the wall, marveling at the sight of the great, spider-shaped clanks striding their slow, purposeful way towards the town.

“They look amazing,”Gil said. “I wonder what kind of a power source they’re using. They must have some sort of in-unit generator.”

“Look at the guns!” Agatha sighed, starry eyed. “I can’t wait to see how they work.”

Wooster grimaced. He turned to Zuken to assure him that Agatha was normally more concerned with the wellbeing of people under her care—as far as he knew—but Bergermeister Zuken was nodding.

“Yes,” he said, with satisfaction, “that sounds about right.”

"Get my troops out there, now!" Klaus roared. “I want the shock troopers on the ground, now, and call in the Fifth Airborne—”

“Someone is already taking care of it, Herr Baron,” Sun said.

“Who are they sending out? How many soldiers?”

“Just one. Perhaps they are going to…negotiate…”

Klaus’ hands gripped the side of the bed, and there was an ugly certainty in his voice.

“Tell me it isn’t—”

"Zeetha!" Agatha exclaimed. "What is she doing? She's going to get herself killed!"

"You said she was good at fighting clanks, right?" Gil said.

"I said she said she was good at it! I don't know if it's true!"

"It is," Wooster said, "but she's never fought clanks this big, and certainly nothing like it on her own."

"Why is she on her own?" Gil asked. "Surely the Baron would never send his own daughter out without some sort of back up."

Carson, still wearing that maniacal grin the castle had left him, cackled.

"She's wanted by the state!"

"She what?"

"Every soldier in town has orders to detain her on sight!" Carson went on. "By any means necessary!"

Agatha turned on Wooster.

"She what?"

"The Baron, er...had her...contained just before the incident at Sturmhalten, when we discovered that it wasn't your body that was collected from the circus."

"He locked her up because I tricked her?"

"N...nooo..." Wooster said, choosing his words carefully. "He locked her up because she said she would defy him every step of the way to protect you from him, because she believed he was being irrational in his pursuit of you."

Agatha blinked several times.

"She's...she's not mad at me about that?"

"She was far too glad that it meant you were alive," Wooster said, gently.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

"I thought she might want to tell you herself," Wooster said. "I believe she feels somewhat responsible for your predicament."

Agatha looked down at the figure standing utterly alone in front of the massive war clanks, any one of which could destroy her in a dozen different ways without so much as scratching the hull.

"Oh Zeetha."

Klaus half rose in his bed, strangled in the wires, tubes, and catheters that kept him in place.

“Get me over there!”

“I will do no such thi—”

“Captain Dupree!”

Bang managed to drag her eyes away from the window and gave him a cheerful little salute.

Zeetha was utterly alone. Her sword was at her hip and what looked like an oversized quiver of arrows on her back. At her belt—Agatha squinted. It almost looked like a tool belt.

“I am Rudolk Selnikov, Commander of the Knights of Jove! I hereby take commande of the empire in the name of the House of Valois! Surrender the town, the Heterodyne girl, and the Baron. Cooperate and no one will be harmed!”

"Leave or die,” Zeetha called in return, her voice echoing across the field.

"Short and sweet," Gil said. "A little blunt but—"

Klaus, pale and trembling, clung to the window sill Dupree had propped him up against. Sun wondered how much of it was pain, and how much was fear.

“Have a plan,” Klaus whispered, hoarsely. “Please have a plan.”

“She’s going to get fried,” Krosp said.

“No,” Agatha said, softly. Her mind went back to the day she had met Zeetha, a lifetime ago. “I think…I think I know what she’s doing. These were built for power, intimidation. They’re big. And big means slow.”

"This is your final warning, girl!"

"I am Zeetha Wulfenbach! And that was your only warning."

Someone shouted to open fire, but Zeetha was already racing up the front leg of the closest spider clank; the soldiers’ fire was blocked by their own machine. The leg began to move, curling in, the weight of the clank tipping back onto the other three legs.

But by the time the angle of the leg was such that Zeetha would be unable to keep hold, she had reached the uppermost joint of the leg. From the quiver on her back, she drew a metal spike; from her tool belt, she drew a large mallet. Zeetha rammed the spike between the joint and the upper section of the leg and swung the mallet hard, three times, until it was buried deep. She repeated this process at the bottom, then raced up the leg towards the body of the clank itself.

The soldiers, not expecting their quarry to run into the gunfire, hesitated. Zeetha leapt over their heads and went over the dome of the spider clank and down the other side. Agatha and the others scurried down the wall to keep her in view.

Zeetha slid down the rounded dome of the spider clank; just before reaching the edge she jumped.

She drew her sword.

Gravity brought her down.

Zeetha drove her blade into the gap between the joint and leg, severing the pistons that connected them.

The leg buckled. Panicking, the engineers inside tried to re-balance, but the leg on the other side was jammed, the spikes holding fast, and the remaining two legs could only stagger back and forth, helplessly.

Slowly, ponderously, the machine tipped forward and hit the ground.

Gil had been right—the machine had been powered by some sort of generator, and now it exploded in a great, oily fireball that missed Zeetha by inches. The woman herself springboarded off the falling clank, somersaulted through the air, and hit the ground in a neat tuck and roll that had her on her feet just beyond the flames of the ruined machine behind her.

"Ashtara above," Gil breathed.

Bang let out a high-pitched squeal of delight, clapping her hands and bouncing in place.

Zeetha, barely breathing hard, turned to the other clanks.

"Surrender," she said.

The crew of two of the clanks immediately tossed their rifles over the edge.

The third began to fire up the gun, filling the air with a high-pitched hum as a blue glow gathered deep within the mouth of the cannon.

“Too slow,” Agatha whispered. Moments before the cannon fired, Zeetha feinted right, then darted left. The cannoneers fell for it, and the shot went wide.

It was the only shot they had time for, and this time, Zeetha didn’t bother attacking the clank.

She was up the clank’s leg in a moment, leapt in the air and came down on the soldiers like a fury from hell, sword swinging. In less than a minute, the soldiers on the outside of the clank lay dead, and Zeetha darted inside the machine’s crew cabin. A few moments later, the clank slowly subsided, lowering itself to the ground. The fog blew away for the final time to reveal the clank's remaining crew emerging with their hands behind their heads, Zeetha bringing up the rear, wiping her sword down.

"She did it! " Agatha cried, almost levitating in her excitement. "She did it she did it she did it did you see her she was amazing!"

"She really is that good," Gil said, impressed.

“Yes,” Wooster said, trying to subtly check if he’d survived the ten heart attacks he’d just experienced. “Yes she is.”

Even with Bang’s jaw wired shut, the delight and excitement in her voice matched the starry shine in her eyes, her incoherent yammering almost drowning out the Baron’s screams of agony as she dragged him back across the room. Sun, once more turned away to prevent himself from having to act on his oath to allow no pain to come to his patients, was not surprised—she and Zeetha had always gotten along quite well.

When Klaus’ screaming subsided, Sun looked to him. The Baron was back on the bed, breathing hard, but smiling. At second look, however, Sun realized it was a wry, sad smile.

“She did quite well,” Sun said. “I am impressed.”

“It was incredibly foolish,” Klaus said. “She could have been killed a dozen times over. But…yes, it was quite a feat. I’m glad to know she is as good as she thinks she is. Perhaps this means she won’t get herself killed after all.”

His smile faltered.

"When I think what she could have been," he said to himself. "If only I hadn't been so..."

"Stubborn?" Sun suggested. "Foolhardy? Reckless?"

"Careless," Klaus said, closing his eyes and sinking back against the pillows. "If I hadn't been so careless."

Zeetha paused before she got too close to the Wulfenbach soldiers, letting the prisoners carry on ahead. She should get involved—find out who was responsible and take them to her father—but it was far too risky. She was sure that every Wulfenbach soldier in the empire had orders to detain her on sight, and if she got into the same room as her father he’d lock her up again.

Although, she thought proudly, most of the soldiers would hesitate to confront her, now that they had seen what she was capable of. She had just taken a spider clank on her own—with nothing but a sword, a hammer, and a few railroad spikes. Those Sparks could scoff at her all they liked now. They would all know she didn't need to be a Spark to take them down. She was lightheaded with delight at her own success.

…She hoped it was delight.

"Hey, dot vuz real nize vork, sveethot," said a voice beside her. Zeetha started and looked to her left. A Jӓger she didn't recognize—green skin, green eyes, one arm—grinned at her. She stiffened. The regular soldiers might hesitate to fight her, but the Jӓgers? She’d never lacked for sparring partners before; there was no doubt that they’d be practically lining up for the chance to go toe-to-toe with the woman who could take down an army single-handed.

"I don't want to fight you," she said.

"Dot's good!" said another voice. A female Jӓger—Zeetha assumed she was a Jӓger, but she had a scarf over her mouth—was now on Zeetha's right. "Ve dun vant to fight hyu either."

She looked at them again, more carefully.

"My father didn't send you?"

"No, ve iz vild Jӓgers. Hy iz Jenka und dot iz Dimo."

"Did...did Agatha send you? Is she alright, did she make it here okay? Did she..." She swayed slightly.

"Ve came vit Mizz Agatha, yez," Dimo said, cheerfully. He leaned against her, subtly. The Jӓgers began to walk. Zeetha absentmindedly let them lead her.

"I need to find her," Zeetha said, urgently. "I need to tell her I'm not mad at her. I forgot to tell Wooster to tell her that I'm not...I'm not..." Her feet seemed very far away. "What's wrong with me?"

"Hyu iz a liddle bit in shock," Jenka said, kindly. "Und hyu got a liddle bit shot."

"Oh... That's bad. I have to get out of here," she said, panic rising. "I can't pass out in front of everyone, I'll, I'll ruin it."

Jenka and Dimo nodded at each other, approvingly. They liked a girl who understood the importance of drama in a display of power.

"How about hyu vanish from der battlefield all mysterious like?" Dimo suggested. Zeetha nodded, which was a mistake.

Jenka and Dimo both leaned on her now, and picked up the pace.

Zeetha did not black out, exactly, because she had not stopped walking, but one moment they were outside and the next they were in the cool darkness of an underground tunnel.

"Where are we going?"

"Ve'z taking you to Mama," Jenka said. By the gentle, patient tone, this was not the first time Zeetha had asked. There were two new Jӓgers with them, who introduced themselves, in the same tone of voice, as Oggie and Maxim.

“Who is Ma—” Zeetha raised a hand to push her hair out of her face, and froze. "My headband," she said, frantically. She spun around, and kept going, the world tipping wildly back and forth. Hands grabbed her and steadied her body, but her head continued to go around and around. "I need to find—I have to cover my hair."

"Hyu hair?"

Zeetha reached up and touched her hair, the roots of which were not brown, but a vibrant emerald green. She'd only gone without the special shampoo for a little over a week, but the hair fungus had taken already taken hold, infecting her entire scalp.

"My hair, I have to...My headband must have fallen off, I need to find it...Have to cover my hair before anyone sees…"

"Hyu need a hat!" Maxim said, eagerly. "A big vun dot von't fall off!"

"Vit hyu name on it, in case it gets lost!" Oggie chimed in.

"Sure," Zeetha said. "That'd be great."

And blacked out for real.

She woke in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar bed, looking up at a face she almost recognized.

"Father?" she tried to say, but the words caught on her dry tongue and cracked lips.

The man leaned forward, and Zeetha saw it definitely was not her father, and she wasn't sure why she'd thought it was. He was about her age, with short brown hair and a proud nose in the center of a round face. He helped her sit up and put a cup to her lips. She drank it, too tired to be suspicious.

Whatever was in the cup cleared her head and when she sat back she was able to take in the expression on his face. Wary and suspicious.

"Zur baken Skiff?" he asked. Zeetha blinked. Her head must not be as clear as she thought.

"What?"

"Zur baken Skiff?"

"Oh boy," she said. "I didn't hit my head when I passed out, did I?"

"No," the man said. "I was just checking something. Have you ever heard of a place called Skifander?"

"No. Who are you?"

"Where is your mother from?"

"What a great question, if you ever find out let me know, who are you?" Zeetha snapped, temper rising.

The man held up his hands in surrender.

"Gilgamesh, son of Chump and Zanta—"

"Son of who?"

Gilgamesh sighed.

"Call me Gil. I'm Agatha's kolee. Her...trainer. Her friend. You are the daughter of the Baron Wulfenbach, who is actively trying to imprison and kill her.” He folded his arms across his chest and the dislike was evident on his face. “Agatha wants me to make sure you stay safe. I think we should keep you locked in here until she takes the—"

Zeetha threw the drink in his face. Gil yelped and flailed, falling backwards. Zeetha threw the blanket over his head and raced out the door. She made it all of half a meter before she skidded to a halt before she hit the three Jӓgers blocking the hallway, a blonde, brunette, and redhead.

No, not Jӓgers. Human women, but with sharp teeth and pointed ears and...not a lot of clothing.

"If you're going to try escaping," one of them said, "you might want to put some pants on, first."

Zeetha looked down and gasped. She darted inside the room, nearly colliding with Gil, who was chasing after her. He was still clutching the blanket; she tore it from his hands and held it over herself.

"What happened to my clothes?" she demanded, backing away from him, red faced. "Did you take them?"

"Relax, sweetheart," said the brunette Jӓgerfraulein. "We did."

"And we were perfect gentlemen about it," said the blonde Jӓgerfraulein, archly.

"We even did your hair," said the redhead.

"My hair—?" Zeetha grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged it in front of her face.

It was sleek. It was silky. It was shiny.

It was bright green.

"The cut still isn't great on you," the brunette said, "you should try growing it out."

"What did you do?" she shrieked. "How did you even do this?"

"Just a little hair treatment," the redhead said, shrugging casually, although Zeetha could tell she was surprised by the reaction. "We thought you'd be happy, considering what a nightmare it was before."

A shadow filled the doorway, and a low, smooth voice spoke.

"Vy dun hyu lie back down, sveethot," it said. "Hyu still isn't all better." The woman in the doorway was a Jӓger. There was absolutely no question about it. Even if she hadn't been nine feet tall with turquoise hair, Zeetha could tell that those nails were claws and those fangs were real.

"Hy iz General Gkika," she said, ushering Zeetha gently back onto the bed. "Hyu can call me Mama."

"Gkika. I've heard about you," Zeetha said, obediently laying back down but keeping the blanket firmly wrapped around herself. "Khrizhan mentioned you."

Gkika preened, just a little, not seeing the amused looks her fraulein traded each other behind her back.

"Vell, Hy hope he told hyu Hy know vut Hy iz doing." Abruptly, Gkika turned her disapproving look at Gil, who was damp and bright red. "Hyu said hyu could vatch her."

"She caught me by surprise!" Gil said. "I didn't think she'd be that fast after getting shot in the leg!"

"What!" Zeetha tried to check her legs without uncovering herself. "Where?"

"Right here."

Gkika began to move the blanket, but Zeetha firmly moved it right back and glared at her. The general put her hands on her hips.

"Hyu know, Hy heard hyu made a pretty big deal about not caring if people saw hyu vit hyu clothes off."

"There's walking around in my underwear on my own airship, and there's being completely naked in a bed surrounded by strangers," Zeetha snapped. Gkika's lips twitched.

"Maybe if Hy tell dem to turn around?"

Zeetha glared at her, but allowed her to move the blanket. Gkika was polite enough to move it only as much as she needed to, but Zeetha tensed up anyway at the horrifying sight of a small, mechanical device apparently implanted in her leg.

“What is that?”

“Yeah,” Gil said, fascinated. “What is that?”

“Is a little ting vun of de masters made.”

“You put a Heterodyne device in me?” Zeetha exclaimed.

“Hy’z going to take it back out again,” Mama chided.

“How?” Gil asked, and Zeetha recognized all too well the tones of a Spark whose interests had been piqued. “You’ve got it embedded in a major arteraahh!”

His scream came when Mama yanked the device clear out of Zeetha’s leg. Zeetha bit back her own scream, although she did clamp her hands over the wound.

“Would you relax?” she demanded of Gil, some strange internal competition demanding that she be more composed than he was. “She obviously knows what she’s doing.”

Tentatively, she released the death grip on her leg and wiped away the blood. The pain had gone, and only a starburst-shaped scar showed any sign that she’d been injured at all.

“Hy had a feeling hyu iz de kind of girl dot likes to keep her battle scars,” Gkika said.

Zeetha’s heart began to race, panic rising, her mind screaming that she had been here too long, she needed to find Agatha, where was Agatha? Zeetha stamped it all back down. She was a warrior, damn it, and her father’s daughter.

“This would be weeks of healing,” she said, keeping her voice as casual as possible.

"Hyu vuz hurt bad, und ve need hyu on hyu feet real qvick, so Hy gave hyu some of de battledraught."

"That kills people," Zeetha pointed out, still a very polite voice. “The Jӓgers on the ship said it makes non-Jӓgers explode.”

"Ya, but Hy knew hyu could take it. Hyu poppa made plenty of...improvements, yez? Oddervize hyu vouldn't haff been able to do dot trick vit de clanks."

Zeetha felt herself bristling.

“It wasn’t a trick,” she snapped. “It was skill.”

“Sure,” Mama said, irritatingly casual. “Und hyu poppa made sure hyu had de strength und speed to go vit it.”

Zeetha shot to her feet, teeth bared.

“I didn’t need his help! I did it on my own!”

“Hokay, sveetie,” Mama said, putting her hands on Zeetha’s shoulders. “You relax und—”

Zeetha’s fist hit Gkika in the solar plexus, actually knocking her back a step. Gkika responded with a punch that sent Zeetha flying into the wall and landing in a heap on the bed. Zeetha stayed put, waiting for her heart rate to slow and the burning anger to fade.

“That’ll be the battle draught,” she said, calmly.

“Yez, hyu should mind hyu temper for de next few days. De draught can make hyu…”

“Exciteable?” Gil suggested. “Emotional?”

“Energetic,” Mama said, diplomatically.

Zeetha sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, holding it front of her face again and watching the slide slide up and down it in a way it had never done before. She would have thought it pretty, if she didn’t know better.

"I guess it fed the fungus, too."

"De vut?"

"The fungus. The one that's turned my head into a cabbage?" Zeetha said, snidely. Gkika tipped her head to one side.

"Dot's not a fungus, sveetie. Dot's just hyu hair."

"We used regular conditioner and hair dye remover,” one of the Jӓgerfraulein said. “The stuff we used when Olga tried to be a redhead and came out looking like a—”

The blonde girl, beet red, punched her in the arm, hard. Zeetha barely noticed.

"Oh, please, so my hair is just naturally green?"

"That's why I asked if your mother was from Skifander," Gil said, suddenly. "Lots of people have naturally green hair."

Zeetha's face went tight. Everyone tensed again. But Zeetha forced herself to relax - or at least to look relaxed - and flicked the lock of hair away.

"I don't know anything about my mother. Father never liked to talk about her. And he never mentioned a place called Skifander, either."

There was a knock on the door and Ognian stuck his head in, gaze politely averted.

"Dere iz some people to see Mizz Zeetha," he said. "Und Hy brought de clothes hyu asked for."

He handed the box to one of the Jӓgerfraulein, and did not avert his gaze from her in the slightest. His cheeky grin earned him a flirtatious smile and a saucy wink before he ducked back out again.

Mama set the box next to the bed. It was full of a variety of outfits that seemed…showy. Zeetha dipped a hand in and pulled out a dress that was made of almost a whole meter of golden fabric.

“We got everything from our costume wardrobe that we thought might fit you.”

“I don’t suppose you have trousers.”

“Sure,” the brunette said, grinning. “But they might be a little short on you, Baroness Long Legs.”

“Turn around,” Zeetha ordered Gil. He rolled his eyes, but obeyed.

“Europans,” he said, exasperated. “I swear, it’s a surprise you people even take your clothes off for sex.”

“Is that what you’ve been ‘significant pause teaching’ Agatha?”

Gil’s ears went bright red; he whirled around, mouth open to shout. Gkika grabbed him and spun him back around again.

“I! You! That! She never! That is not—! We—!”

“You’re the one who hesitated before you said ‘teacher’.”

“I hesitated because it’s not a direct translation! I teach her how to fight!”

“Is that what they call it these days.”

“You—!”

Once more Mama spun him back around.

“Hyu stay put. Hyu get dressed.”

Zeetha wasn’t sure why it was so enjoyable to tweak this Gilgamesh, son of Chump and Zantha, but it was. It felt…appropriate, somehow.

From the scraps of fabric the girls had called “costumes”, Zeetha selected a rather nice blue vest which—slightly irked by Mama’s comment about Zeetha’s unexpected need for decorum—she decided to wear without a shirt. The trousers were, indeed, too short, but there was a pair of leggings that didn’t tear when she tested a high kick that “accidentally” almost hit Gil in the head. “Fortunately”, Gil managed to dodge.

“Okay,” Zeetha said, “First thing, I need to find Agatha. She needs as much help as she can get, taking…the…castle…”

“Hyu okay dere sveethot?”

Zeetha didn’t answer. There was a large standing mirror on the other side of the room. Zeetha didn’t exactly avoid mirrors, but her hair had always been a source of chagrin, and she certainly didn’t enjoy looking at it. Now…

She barely recognized herself.

Now that her hair hung straight, instead of frizzing up wildly around her head, the hideous bob framed her face pleasingly. Her eyes looked larger and brighter. The color was dazzling, attention grabbing. It was undeniably her natural color, right down to her eyebrows. It looked…right. Like a missing puzzle piece had finally been found. The last of Zeetha Braxus had fallen away, and she was finally, completely, Zeetha Wulfenbach, heir to the Empire.

“Hyu okay, sveetie?”

“I…yes. I’m. I’m fine.” She dragged her eyes away from the mirror and fingered a lock of her hair. Silky and smooth. She could probably even run a comb through it.

Her father had to have known. Why hadn’t he told her the truth when he told her who she was? Why hadn’t he at least told her when she was presented to the world as his daughter? There were many things he didn’t tell her, but this might be the only thing he’d ever lied to her about.

As far as she knew.

“I’m fine,” she said, more confidently.

“Come on in, boys!” Mama called. Ognian, Dimo, and Maxim came tumbling in, smiling widely.

“Ve got hyu sword!”

“Und hyu knife!”

“Und hyu hat!”

“My what?”

#girl genius #zeetha girl genius #agatha heterodyne #gilgamesh wulfenbach #ardsley wooster

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years ago

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Shuriken (Jang Hanseok)

Summary: Y/N is a mercenary with a particular knack for knives and torture. Hanseok hired her as his new body guard against Vincenzo, little did he know that her and Vincenzo have a history. A dark history.

Characters: Jang Hanseok x mercenary!reader (implied sex), Vincenzo x mercenary!reader (past lovers), Jang Hanseo x reader (platonic), Ms. Choi x reader (platonic)

You hated jet lang with a passion. You would think that since you're a mercenary, that you're fine with traveling but you really hated it. You pull up your turtle neck to cover your maliscous scar across your neck. It's not that it bothers you to show it, you just didn't feel like explaining to others that someone tried to kill you and failed.

You take a taxi from the Incheon International Airport to the location your employer asked you to meet him. He was explicit with making sure that you get all the luxuries plus the 500k and that you never leave his side. He's definitely paranoid. But this isn't the first time you've had a paranoid employer.

Hopefully, he's not a crazy one. You'vs had enough with the crazy employers. The taxi drops you off at a fairly large, modern-looking house. But from the looks of it, it does not take much to break in here. You'll suggest installing some deadlocks and bullet proof cameras.

You pay the driver before hopping out of the car with your luggage. He drives away and just as you approach the gate, the door buzzes open. You walk in and are instantly greeted by four people, three men and a women. Two of the men looked young, they're probably brothers. The other man and woman looked older.

"I'm Jang Hanseok, this is my brother, Jang Hanseo and my lawyers, Ms. Choi and Mr. Hanchul. This is Y/N, the Slicer." "I see you did your research," "A little. Had to know who I was dealing with." "Yeah, and that nickname did not give me any justice. That's one of my least favorite names given to me."

"There's multiple?" "Yeah, there's Ninja, SheWolf, Shredder, Grim Reaper, Death, Queen of Hell, and my favorite, Shuriken." "Shuriken? How did you get that name?" "A talented magician never tells their secrets," you say. "Now, where's my room?" You add.

Over the passed few days, there is not much action to be on high alert. Which leaves random conversations about favorite foods and TV shows.

He doesn't seem like a terrible guy, he has a messed sense of humor though. He even asked a if you've ever been in love before. You answered by pointing to your scar and saying, "Once, unfortunately,"

You were walking through the parking garage to get the car after having dinner with Hanseok and the rest of his crew when you hear tires screeching. There was a black van next to you and the doors flew open Instinctively, you push Jang Hanseok behind you.

A dozen of guys with masks pile out of the car with their own weapons. They rush towards you and you take out a few thin shurikens from your sleeves and flick your wrists forwards. They hit two men in their throats and you duck under the arm of a man with a wrench.

You grab his arm and throw him to the ground and just when another man headed towards you, you take out your ninjato sword. Clicking the button, it springs into it's full length and you slice across the man's chest.

His blood sprays across your face before he falls to the ground and the man you threw to the ground is starting to get up.

You cut his throat and knee him in the face before ducking and weaving through their blows, cutting their backs and faces along the way. One managed to take your ninajto sword from your hands so you took out your daggers.

Stabbing his heart, you take out the blade before drop kicking him towards his remaining four comrades. They all fall to the ground and before they could get up, you threw a dagger through one of their eye sockets.

The three of them rush towards you and you swing your leg under one of them, tripping him. Then you one with a roundhouse kick and the other with a jumping back kick.

"Now, which of you wants to run back to you boss and say that Shuriken is in town?" You ask breathlessly. They look to each other and one of them hops into the van and drives away. "Well.." you state and before they could run away, you use two more shurikeins that cuts through their throats.

You turn around to see Hanseo, Ms. Choi and Mr. Hanchul looking at you with both fear and shock. You tried to wipe away the blood from your face as you look at Hanseok. He smiles at you with a dark look in his eyes. "Let's go," you suggest.

Since you fought those amateurs in the parking garage, Jang Hanseok has been more around you a lot more than usual. It's almost like he was attracted to the fact that you killed people without blinking. He buys you everything from food to jewlery.

He doesn't mention who I'm protecting him from. He doesn't even allow his comrades to say his name. They just call him Mafia Bastard. They were celebrating a victory over said Mafia Bastard. It wasn't until he admitted to killing his mother that you realized just how similar you guys were.

Sitting at the table, you read your book and leave your glass of champagne untouched. You started to zone out after they continue to ramble about the Mafia Bastard.

You felt some tensesness in the room when Ms. Choi said, "Did you really think that you would betray the Chairman and I wouldn't find out about it?"

You still don't look up from your book until you heard a silenced gun shot and Ms. Choi's screams. You reach into your belt and aim your gun towards the perpetrator.

His expression matched yours when you realized that it was him.. Vincenzo. The man you loved and betrayed you. The one that gave you that hideous scar.

Without a second thought, you shot his arm and chest. He kneels on the ground and drops his weapon. "Thats impossible, you're dead." He groans. "There were times when I wished I was." He spits out some blood and says, "Y/N, I.. I'm sorry."

You raise the gun again to kill him but you remember Hanseok saying he didn't wabf the Mafia Bastard dead, not yet. "Get the hell out of here," you say, setting your gun on the counter. He stands up from the floor and staggers a little before opening his mouth to talk to you. You raise your hand for him to stop and he complies.

He holds onto his chest and walks slowly out of the building. That's when you notice the dead man on the floor. From the looks of it, he's was tortured to death. He must have been the one who killed his mom. "Why didn't you kill him! We didn't hire you to let people live! We hired you to kill!" Ms. Choi yells.

You look to Hanseok and ask, "You said to keep him alive, is that correct?" "Yes, I did. And we didn't hire anybody, I did, so watch your tone."

You approach her and take out a dagger from your ankle holster. You press the dagger against her throat and said, "Question my intentions like that again, and I'll slit your throat."

With that, you walk out of the lounge room and went into Hanseok's room where the balcony was. "So he's the reason why you have that scar," Hanseok says, stepping on to the balcony with you.

"I don't want to talk about it," you say flatly. "He's the one that's trying to kill me, so you better talk about it."

"Look at me," he adds, turning you around and pressing your back against the railing. "Why do you care? What matters now is that I'm willing to kill him. No, I'm more than willing. I want to kill him." You say as you throw him to the ground and apply pressure to his chest with your knee. Taking out your blade, you press it against his throat.

"I'm not your brother. Put your hands on me again and I will kill you, do you understand?" You add. He nods and you release the pressure from his lungs. You tuck your dagger away in your ankle. When you try to stand up, he pulls you back down and flips you onto your back.

He pins your arms above your head. "What are you doing?" You ask. "I'm trying something," he says before capturing your lips in a burningly slow kiss.

Oddly enough your body eases under his touch and he lets go of your arm. You sit up to pull off your shirt and he pulls off your jeans, slowly kissing up your stomach.

Meanwhile Cha young walks Vincenzo out of the hospital and to his chair. The bullets were through and through, so it didn't take that long to clean and stitch him up. "Who did this to you?" Cha young asks. "I deserved it," "No one deserves to be shot... except Hanseok."

"I.. I don't know how, but I'm going to make it up to her." "Her? A woman shot you?" "A very special woman that I once loved," "Wait, now I'm even more confused. If she was so special then why did she try to kill you?" "Because I tried to kill her."

#kdrama fanfic #vincenzo #kdramas

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janetbrown711 · 4 years ago

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"She can't hurt us anymore," Yakko?

Yakko held Dot’s hand as they walked away from where the star had been, his mind still spinning trying to process what had happened in the last ten minutes.

Running, the gunshot, Dot dying, his parents, Dot died, Mom ran away with Dad’s sword, came back empty-handed, and then Wakko made a wish, and Dot was... alive again. Not even in pain. It was... like it didn’t happen.

Except it did. His gloves and pants still had her blood on them, as did her clothes. As did Dad’s. As did the snow.

Dot died.

But through the power of the Wishing Star, she was alive.

He squeezed her hand.

His parents were alive too, even after all this time... they were... alive. He had so many questions for them, but despite how hard he tried, he was simply speechless.

He could hardly get himself to look at them. They looked like how he remembered, though a bit weaker and a bit skinnier, and a bit more sadness behind their eyes, though they were plenty happy in the moment.

Still. It was like looking at a ghost and he just... he just couldn’t do it. Instead, he held Dot’s hand. He would’ve held Wakko’s too, but Wakko was being carried by their mother at his assistance. Meanwhile, Dot’s other hand was being held by their father, who Yakko was pretty sure was trying to talk to him, but again, he couldn’t speak. William didn’t mind though, as Dot was plenty happy to chat away, despite having literally died minutes before.

Dot died on his watch.

He was supposed to protect his siblings while his parents were gone. It was his job as older brother to keep them safe and he couldn’t even do that-

Wakko was neglected, and Yakko did nothing to prevent him from being locked in the tower again. Dot was yelled at, verbally abused, and died and Yakko just let it happen...

He squeezed her hand again.

Dot was alive.

“Daddy, how are we getting home?” Dot asked. William looked at Lena.

“Well... I suppose we’re taking your grandmother’s carriage,” He shrugged. Yakko blinked.

“W-what about Grandmummy?” Wakko asked nervously. Lena stroked his back in a comforting motion.

“She can’t hurt you anymore, darling. She’s long gone now,” Lena kissed his cheek.

Gone? Gone how?

Is that what-...

Oh.

So that’s where she went...

Yakko thought he noticed blood, but he assumed it was... well... Dot’s.

Good.

Yakko was glad she was dead, though she deserved far, far worse.

He glanced at his mother.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what she was feeling.

He looked away.

“Okay,” Wakko nodded his head, resting it back on her shoulder. Slowly they made their way toward the vehicle where a royal guard and coachman were waiting.

“Y-your... majesties..? Y-you’re alive?!” The coachman was losing his mind.

“Hello Henry,” William nodded at the guard.

“Oh my god- William? What on earth- Is the princess okay?” He asked. Dot squeezed Yakko’s hand.

“Thanks to the Wishing Star, yes... though I have reason to believe you had something to do with it,” William glared.

“I wasn’t aiming for any of them, I swear. I was just... biding my time... The queen practically ripped the gun from my hands and it fired- and... I’m sorry, your highness. I know what I’ve done and am willing to accept punishment,” He kneeled on the ground in front of Lena.

“There’ll be none of that... not now anyway,” Lena sighed. “But you will make up for what you’ve done. However... seeing as Dot was able to be brought back, we’ll be merciful. All we ask is that you say my mother, Queen Angelina the First, died in the avalanche, understood?” She looked at the two of them.

“Wait- what happened to the queen?” The coachman asked.

“Nothing she didn’t have coming,” Lena stated firmly. “But it was the avalanche, understood?”

“Of course, your highness,” The guard nodded, and the coachman wisely agreed to it as well.

“Good,” She nodded at them, going to the door, which the coachman quickly opened, allowing the family of five in. For once, their grandmother’s frivolity paid off, as there was more than enough room for all of them.

Once in, his parents sat together on one side, with Wakko still in his mother’s arms, and Dot and Yakko sat on the other, with Dot snuggling up on his lap.

Dot was alive.

“Where to, your highness?” The coachman asked.

“Acme Falls. We have some business to take care of,” Lena and William exchanged a glance.

“What kind of business?” Wakko asked as the coachman closed the door.

William chuckled tiredly. “We accidentally destroyed a dear friend's elixir cart,” He stretched the back of his neck.

Friends?

They didn’t have any friends... not that Yakko knew of anyway. Or remembered. Where even was Acme Falls? Is that where they’ve been this whole time?

A headache flared in his brain as more and more questions began to swarm. Yakko grumbled a little and tried to shut it off. This, however, only got his parent’s attention.

“Are you okay, Yakko?” Lena asked softly. Yakko forced a nod, preferring to look out the window instead as the carriage began to move. He could feel the glances his parents were exchanging.

“How’d you do that?” Wakko asked.

“Avalanche destroyed it. We’ll pay them back though... we’ve burdened them enough already,” Lena sighed.

“Lena...” Willam placed his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

“Don’t pretend it isn’t true,” She said. William didn’t fight further.

“We’ll be stopping by to get Dot a check-up, make sure everything is okay, thank them for everything and then we’ll be on our way,” Lena told Wakko, stroking his head as he slowly closed his eyes.

There was a long moment of silence after that, mostly due to exhaustion. Once the carriage really got moving, Wakko and Dot fell asleep practically instantly. Yakko couldn’t say he blamed them, in all honesty, he was exhausted too, but his headache and questions kept him up. Plus, his parent’s worried glances were driving him insane too, and he did his best to avoid them. Instead, he tried to focus on other things.

Like how weird it was that they were riding in their now-dead grandmother’s carriage. It still smelled like her perfume. Something about sitting where she sat didn’t feel right. If Yakko would have his way, he would burn it when they got home. Hell- he’d burn all traces of their grandmother. She deserved far worse than what she got... though it was probably cathartic on some level for Lena.

He glanced at his mom.

She was holding William’s hand tightly. He could tell she was almost trembling.

Yeah... that must’ve been quite the thing to go through...

“Yakko..? Are you okay?” William asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Yakko blatantly lied, shoving down the hurricane of emotions buried in his chest.

“Try that again,” Lena looked at him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Yakko crossed his arms. He was beginning to feel nauseous from the swirl.

“...Not here, anyway,” He added, stroking Dot’s ears softly. Lena sighed, understanding.

“You must have a million questions, of which I don’t blame you for in the slightest. So much has happened...” Lena looked out the window and squeezed her husband’s hand again.

“Yeah...” was all Yakko could muster.

The carriage ride the rest of the way was silent, as they all made their best attempts to sleep, but they simply weren’t as lucky as Dot or Wakko. Nobody made any attempts to conversate though, as they all seemed okay with the silence, which Yakko was grateful for. The last thing he wanted was to start shouting and getting upset and waking his sibs.

Eventually, they reached the little town of Acme Falls, and when they rolled into the town square there was a notable tension in the townsfolk, and Yakko was reminded yet again, they were in his grandmother’s carriage. He had no idea what the townspeople thought of her, but if it was even a sliver of the hatred Yakko felt for her, he could understand.

The coachman opened the door, waking up Dot and Wakko instantly with the winter air, and slowly the family all got out, the townspeople relaxing when they didn’t see the dead queen, some even congratulating their parents (mostly William though, for some reason).

The family then walked their way to a building with the sign “Dr. Scratchnsniff and Nurse Nerz’s”. Right, the doctors. Their father knocked on the door.

“Willaim! You’re back, thank goodness,” A blonde shapely woman opened the door and gave their father a tight hug.

“Yes, yes, all in one piece,” William laughed and returned the hug. The woman stepped back and examined all of them.

“You say that... but who’s blood is that?” She pointed at him.

“There was... an incident at the star. We’re just here to apologize about the cart, and to give Dot a quick check-up just to make sure she’s okay,” Lena said.

“The cart? What happened to the cart?” A man’s voice with a distinct German accent spoke from beyond the door.

“Avalanche,” Lena sighed, as the nurse allowed the family in.

“Oh... right, yes. We heard about that,” The doctor scratched his bald head from behind his desk.

“How on earth did you get here without the cart?” The nurse asked.

“We took my mother’s carriage,” Lena said.

“Oh dear- she’s not... is she?” The woman and doctor exchanged a glance.

“She is, and I don’t regret a thing,” Lena stated sharply, ending that conversation.

“So... a check-up, ya?” said the doctor, standing up. Quickly, he examined Dot up and down. “Nothing seems off or broken from a glance... what happened, exactly?”

“W-well we dug our way out of the snow from the avalanche and then we were running towards the star and then there was a gunshot and she got shot in the back and then...” Yakko couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Ah... I see... so the Wishing Star..?” he asked William and Lena. They nodded.

“I’ll give her a quick exam. However, the rooms are fairly small, so only one parent please,” He said, picking up a clipboard from his desk.

“I’ll go,” William said. “C’mon Dot,” he smiled softly at her. Dot glanced at Yakko once before going to her dad, and they went down the hall and disappeared with the doctor.

So... great.

“You can just wait here if you’d like, it surely won’t take long,” The nurse smiled softly at Yakko.

“My name is Helloise, by the way,” She said.

“Oh right! I’m so sorry- these are my sons, Yakko and Wakko,” Lena gestured to both, though Wakko was still in her arms.

“Pleasure to meet you,” She nodded at both of them. Wakko smiled back. Yakko said nothing.

They sat there a moment in silence, with Helloise going back to her desk and doing some work, and leaving the boys and their mother alone to talk.

“So... Wakko, what’s the first thing you want to do when we get home?” Lena asked.

“I wanna have a big fancy picnic in the garden,” Wakko grinned up at his mom.

“That sounds lovely dear,” Lena smiled and nuzzled his nose. “What about you, Yakko?”

“I uh... I don’t know,” he shrugged. Sure, he had come up with an idea of just sitting and being in a room with his parents this morning, but now the idea felt ridiculous, but at the same time, he couldn’t really think of a replacement activity that could make up for the time lost. The headache flared again, and Yakko slumped a little in his seat.

Good god, he wanted to go home.

Another moment of silence passed. Yakko wished he knew what to say, he usually never shut up, but now...

Today was a lot, to say the least.

He was probably just tired and needed to go home.

Eventually, William and Dot returned with a thumbs up, though the doctor stopped Lena momentarily and whispered something to her. She nodded her head once, thanked him, promised they’d reimburse all the supplies they’ve used over the year tenfold, and they were off again.

On the way home, the sun began to set, and this time Yakko found it much easier to close his eyes, figuring he probably wore himself out. The soothing rhythm of the carriage moving along the path lulled his mind to a stop for once, and he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

He was woken by his mother when the carriage came to a stop. Slowly all of them got out and went in.

Maids and guards alike gasped and gawked at the sight of William and Lena, reminding Yakko yet again that they were gone a year, not dead. People asked for information on the queen, and Lena told them what had happened.

So Yakko had been right, Angelina had hired assassins to kill his parents... they were just unsuccessful.

Huh.

After a while, Lena ordered them to let them rest for the night and that they could finish early today and the maids and servants and guards dissipated as quickly as they had gathered.

“Well... now that they’re gone... I believe it’s bedtime now, isn’t it?” William looked at Wakko and Dot.

“Aww, do we have to?” Wakko pouted. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Alone? Don’t you share a room with..?” Lena looked at Yakko, who shook his head.

“Well... here, I have an idea. How about we all sleep together in our room tonight, hm? The bed is plenty big enough and it’ll be just like old times,” Lena smiled.

“Really?!” Dot and Wakko beamed. Lena laughed.

“Of course,” She said. “Just go get your pajamas on and wait for a few, I’ll come to get you when you’re ready.”

“Thanks, mommy!” Dot said, giving her mother a powerful hug, which Lena returned. Wakko did the same before they both ran off to their rooms. Yakko started to go, but Lena stopped him.

“Yakko, what’s wrong?” Lena asked.

“I dunno,” Yakko kicked the rug beneath his feet. “I just- I guess I have a lot of questions.”

“As do we,” William sighed. “Here- let’s talk in the study. It’ll feel more private,” he said. Nobody argued with that so they went into the familiar family study, and they sat down in the comfortable chairs.

“So... what’s on your mind?” Lena asked. Yakko bit his lip.

More like what wasn’t on his mind.

“Just... how, and why and why and how,” Yakko rubbed his arms. “I-i mean... a year with her. I-i just... I knew you’d never leave on purpose, and I knew about the assassins, but... yeah...”

“Hey,” Lena softly placed her hand under his chin and made him look at her. “Don’t feel bad for feeling this way- you have a right to be upset and confused. It’s... a lot, I know,” She sighed. Yakko nodded.

“Well... what happened was that mother hired attackers to kill us, though for some odd reason she didn’t want it to be in the castle,” William explained.

“Probably didn’t want to stain the tapestries,” Lena snorted. “But yes... we were taken away, though not without severe injuries... a few of which you saw...” She looked at Yakko, and his eyes went to the scar on her shoulder.

“Right,” he said.

Lena took a deep breath. “It had been snowing so ice covered the roads. The only way we were freed was because the carriage slid and crashed against a tree and we ran for it. Eventually, we reached the town of Acme Falls, the town your father grew up in,” she looked at William.

“I was friends with the nurse throughout my childhood, so when we came half-dead, she was quick to help, though it took roughly a year to recover from everything,” William said.

“Well, for me anyway,” Lena muttered to herself. “Still... we missed you three every day and wished we could come home with all of our might. I can’t count the number of times I wept thinking about what that awful woman was doing to the three of you...” Lena looked off, her eyes becoming foggy at the memory. William held her hand and gave it a squeeze, stroking it with his thumb. She didn’t phase.

“S-so you really were alive? Huh...” Yakko tried to process it all. “A-and it’s not like you could’ve come back because grandma would’ve just said you were imposters and that’s treason, right? It just would’ve gotten you killed again.”

“That’s exactly right, Yakko,” William nodded. Yakko flopped back in his seat, still thinking about it.

“Yakko, I’m so sorry... I never meant to leave you with her- any of you. I should’ve killed her years ago...” Lena said that last part mostly to herself, but they still heard.

“Mom, it’s okay... really...” Yakko reassured.

“No, it’s not. None of this should have happened. You three deserve so much better... You deserve to be safe and happy and loved...” Lena rubbed her arms.

“Lena, my love...” William said, but she still didn’t look at him.

“Grandma can’t hurt us anymore, it’s okay Mom,” Yakko said. “We’re gonna be okay now because we’re together, remember? We’re all here.”

Lena blinked.

“You’re right- of course, you’re right,” Lena laughed a little, more sad than happy. “We’re together again. You’re here, I’m here, we’re here,” her grip on her arms tightened.

She was shaking.

Yakko didn’t even hesitate to get up and wrap her in a tight hug.

“It’s okay mom. You dealt with her, she can’t hurt us anymore. You’re back... you’re alive,” Yakko said, tears coming to his eyes.

His parents were alive.

His grandmother was dead.

They were safe.

“Yakko, I love you so much,” Lena hugged him tightly, crying tears of her own.

“I love you too, mom,” He sniffled. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too,” She kissed his forehead, and a wave of comfort and nostalgia washed over him.

He missed her so much...

“Would you like to join your siblings in our little sleepover tonight?” Lena asked him. Yakko nodded, still hugging her.

“Good, now go get into your pajamas, and meet us in a few,” Lena kissed his head again, and let him go. Yakko got up and gave his dad a big hug too.

“I missed you too Dad,” He smiled a little.

“I missed you too, Yakko,” William hugged back.

Yakko then ran off to go change, feeling relieved and happy.

His parents were alive and his grandmother was dead.

This was the cause for a giant celebration.

He ran to his room and was about to change when he looked down at his gloves and saw the blood once more.

The feeling of joy was sucked out as he remembered Dot’s weak pleas to go home... how much she shook and cried... how cold she felt when she... when she...

They were home.

They were together.

A big happy family.

Dot was alive too.

Yakko took off the gloves and put them deep into his laundry. He never wanted to see that much of his sister’s blood ever again. Especially not on his watch...

They were home.

They were together.

They were safe.

Yakko repeated that in his mind until he felt calm again, changing into his pajamas, burying his bloodstained pants also in his laundry.

A big happy family.

God, Yakko hoped so.

Quickly, he finished getting ready and ran to join his sibs in their parent’s room, which to his surprised looked like it hadn’t been touched in a year, outside of fixing any damage the attack could’ve done. Still- it was just as he remembered, which felt nice.

“Haha, you’re slow,” Dot stuck her tongue out at Yakko.

“Am I now?” Yakko raised an eyebrow as he climbed onto the bed.

“Oh settle down you three, it’s late enough already” Lena rolled her eyes and chuckled tiredly.

“Lullaby! Lullaby!” Wakko and Dot chanted in unison, which only made Lena laugh more.

“Alright, alright. I know it’s been a while... I’ll have to choose one that makes it worth it...” She thought to herself, tapping her finger on her chin. Yakko made his way in between his two sibs, who were sitting completely upright in anticipation.

“You know the rules you two, you have to lay down, or else it doesn’t work,” Lena pointed out. Quickly and giggly, the two younger siblings laid down, kicking and practically bouncing with energy.

“Let's go in the garden, you’ll find something waiting. Right there where you left it, laying upside down,” She started, and Yakko felt an ocean of relaxation and comfort enter him. He missed her singing more than he could’ve ever said, and hearing it again- well... it was indescribable.

“When you finally find it, you’ll see how it’s faded. The underside is lighter when you turn it around,” Yakko didn’t remember her ever singing this one, but he didn’t care.

“Everything stays, right where you left it. Everything stays... but it still changes. Ever so slightly, daily and nightly, in little ways, when everything stays,” She continued, her voice visibly relaxing and tiring out Yakko and his sibs. She really was the best.

“Go down to the ocean... the crystal tide is rising. Water’s gotten higher, as the shore washes out,” She continued, the kids slowly closing their eyes.

“Keep your eyes wide open, Even when the sun is blazing. The moon controls the tide, it could cause you to drown.”

“Everything stays, right where you’ve left it. Everything stays, but it still changes. Ever so slightly, Daily and nightly, In little ways... when everything stays...” she finished, kissing each of them on their foreheads.

“Goodnight my loves,” She whispered.

“G’night mommy,” Dot smiled sleepily, as she cuddled against William, who himself was also practically asleep. Lena chuckled tiredly as she laid back down, humming another verse to herself, and Yakko felt his eyelids go heavy and he slowly drifted to sleep.

.o0o.

“Y-yakko, you’ll go home too, right?” she sniffled, but regretted that.

The pain was sharp. Her whole body was on fire and being consumed by it. She could feel herself growing weaker as the pain only got stronger.

“O-of course. All of us- we’ll all be there, okay? We’re gonna get our wish and we’re gonna go home, okay?”

Some of his tears fell onto her face.

“O-okay... We-we’re gonna go home, a-and be together- a big happy family,” she smiled at the thought of it.

“Y-yeah Dot. A big happy f-family,” he stroked her face with his thumb.

Another wave, this one hurt more. She all but collapsed back into the snow. Oh god- please make it stop- please make it stop-

“Yakko, I don’t wanna die- I’m not ready to die.”

She wanted to reach out- to cling to him- her arms couldn’t move.

“Dot- no. Y-you can’t die-”

He looked so sad...

“Yakko I wanna go home,”

She squeezed his hand with all she had. She wanted to hug him, to have this agony taken away. Good god, it hurt.

“It’s gonna be okay, Dot. Y-you aren’t gonna die.”

Her father lied. She was dying- she knew it- good god, it was consuming her-

She was so tired...

No... No, she couldn’t- She had to stay- they were getting so sad-

Say something!!! They need you, Dot-

“I-i l-love y-you...”

No- that’s not enough-

No-

“No!!!” Dot shot up in her parent’s bed, tears streaming down her face, and her breathing heavy. She put a hand on her chest and flinched.

She could still feel how it felt when she was dying.

“Dot..? Sweetie, what’s the matter?” William rubbed his eyes and to Dot’s horror, she realized she woke everyone up.

“I-i’m so sorry-” She apologized, wiping her face. “I-i didn’t mean- please don’t get mad,” she pleaded.

Wiliam and Lena exchanged a look.

“Dot? What’s the matter?” Wakko frowned and sat up, placing a hand on her shoulder, which she shook off, which she immediately felt guilty over.

Good god, what was happening?

“I-it hurts,” She cried.

“What hurts? Dot, are you alright?” William sat upright and got in front of her.

“I-i can still feel it i-in here,” she pointed to her chest, right where the pain was.

“Oh no... Dot, honey, I’m so sorry,” William gasped, quickly wrapping her in a tight hug. Dot wanted to push away at first, but it turns out the hug did help to make her feel better.

“Mummy? What’s wrong with Dot?” Dot heard Wakko ask. Lena squeezed Wakko’s shoulder.

“It has many names... but let’s just say a nightmare for now...” Lena sighed.

“Oh...” Wakko said, turning back to his little sister.

“It’s okay, Dot. We’re all here, you’re safe. It’s okay,” Wakko patted her head lightly, as it was all he could think to do while she was wrapped in her dad’s arms. Dot sniffled.

“I-i’m sorry for waking you- you should go back to sleep,” She said. Wakko frowned.

“I-is it about the..?” Wakko didn’t need to finish his sentence. Dot nodded. Wakko’s head lowered.

“Oh...” He looked away. Yakko put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry Dot. I-it was meant for me- I-i should’ve-”

“No, Wakko. This is not your fault,” Yakko stopped him.

“B-but she was-”

“’But she was’ nothing. This is nobody except your grandmother’s fault, and she’s already paying the price,” Lena said.

“Y-yeah Wakko, it’s n-not your fault,” Dot sniffled, feeling better as the pain was going away slightly, though it was still there.

“O-okay...” Wakko sniffled and wiped his face. “A-are you okay, Dot?”

“I-i’m okay...” she stretched the truth. She knew she wasn’t dying but it still frightened her.

William and Lena shared a look with each other, holding a silent conversation. Eventually, Lena nodded and got up, giving Dot a quick kiss on the cheek.

“It’ll be okay Dot... we’ll find someone really good to help you so this doesn’t happen, okay?” She smiled softly. Dot nodded, not really knowing what she meant, before Lena went to her desk and started writing a letter.

“It’s okay pumpkin. After all, we’re right here, just like you wanted,” William kissed the top of her head.

“Y-yeah Dot, just like you wanted,” Yakko said happily.

That did bring a smile to her face.

They were together, at home, safe and sound.

The pain faded, and Dot broke the embrace with her dad to open her arms to her brothers, who then turned and hugged her. William and eventually Lena joined this hug too, and Dot smiled.

They were home, they were together.

Their grandma was dead. She couldn’t hurt them anymore- nobody could. Not anymore.

They were together now,

That’s all that mattered.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 The End

#angelina 1 lives au #my fics #yakko wakko and dot #angelina warner #william warner #queen angelina ii #sir william the good #long post #angst #feels #hurt/comfort #tw blood #tw death #tw ptsd #trauma #im sobbing-#lets get them some therapy lol #alsjchnwjxkwjrjr #animaniacs

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snowgoldwaylon · 4 years ago

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You Call That Sneaky?? - Dimitri Belikov X Reader

Not all goes as planned when Y/N and Belikov fly the bird.

TW: Strong language, use of gunship/death.

"Belikov, we need covering fire!" is what you heard come through his comms attached to his collar. It was Adler, they were in a pretty tight place. You quickly pulled the missiles online and hit "launch sequence" on the AC-31 Gunship.

Belikov flipped some switches, pulled back on the yoke and held it steady. He looked back at you and gave the nod. You quickly got on the radios to let them know the danger.

"Y/N to Adler, danger close. I repeat danger close. AC-31 out!" You warned them.

You set off the first round of just bullets, and quickly switched to bursts of incendiary rounds.

"Shot out!" You called, hitting a direct target.

The place was practically crawling with enemies, and you needed to clear extraction to bring the team up. They originally came here to collect some potential information regarding Robert Aldrich.

You needed to take him out because he was leaking sensitive information to Perseus, and his trail went cold after Bell was able to crack his spy ring.

So, of course hotshot Adler loaded himself, Woods, and Mason up and hauled their cookies all the way to the Border of Colorado.

They snuck around, maintaining stealth. You and Belikov controlled the bird, and flew around for sweep and cover protection. But, as they snuck up on a meeting, it was all revealed.

Turns out, it was a set up. And it really pissed off Frank. It pissed him off so much, he ended up losing his temper, and reached for a conveniently well place grenade launcher.

To sum it up, Frank fucked up. Because now the three man dream team went up against well over 200 enemies. So, here you were. You layed multiple rounds out until slowly but surely all the white in the thermal sights faded.

"We are clear Belikov! We are heading to the Southeast ridge, hooking up there!" Mason said into the radio.

"We got you guys, don't even worry. Y/N here will keep you safe!" Belikov said, looking over at you and winking.

You felt yourself blush, and quickly turned back to the controls.

"Well, looks like Woods owes all of us a drink after this shit show. You are sleeping on the couch tonight!" Adler yelled.

"Hey fuck you, I'll sleep there with your mom!" Frank retorted.

Man, the conversations between them never got old. You loved the time spent with the team.

You and Belikov pulled the helicopter over the ridge, where the team was going to hook up. You got up from the cockpit, and readied three a long, safety rope with three hookup points for the boys.

You dropped it over and it fell. You watched as they all attached, and you hit the botton for the rope to start slowly retracting.

You made sure they got in one by one, for the safety of everyone. You went back up to the co pilot seat and strapped in.

"Belikov, we are clear! Boys, headphones on!" You shouted.

They all put the headphones on, and started to relax a little.

"Good job as my helper today, Y/N. Soon, you'll be able to fly by yourself. And when that day comes, you'll feel so full and accomplished you'll burst! And that'll be the day I take you out for party." Belikov said, flashing you a dazzling smile.

"Well thank you, Dimitri. And you better! We've talked about this since I first started flying!" You said, Watching the skys.

"Of course, anything for you. You are amazing in everyway possible." He winked at you.

You felt like you were in a daze, until you heard a familiar, yet worrying ding. You immediately sighed, knowing exactly what that ding met.

"Fuck, of course! Dimitri I thought you said you filled up before we left!" You said.

Belikov shot you a "oh shit I completely forgot face" and shrugged.

"The beauty of Adler's face had me distracted. I must have forgotten." He said.

"Finally, someone that appreciates this handsome face." Adler mumbled to himself.

"Well, what now? We'll never make it past the summit if we don't fuel up!" Mason cried.

You turned, looking back at them.

"What happens now, is either Dimitri or I have to go outside and hang off the ledge. While doing that, one of us will have to quickly connect the emergency fuel so it can atleast get us back to a drop zone." You spoke calmly, turning to him.

"But, since Belikov did it last time, it's my turn. I will go do this real quick, prepare for a stop at a fueling station. It looks like I'm reading one about 20 clicks North." You said, slipping on gear.

"Y/N, are you sure about this? I can do it while you fly, come now. Don't be stupid, nyet!" Belikov said.

You looked back, and gave him a thumbs up.

"No, I can do it. It's only fair, don't worry I got this. It'll be quick and easy!" You said, slipping an emergency parachute on just in case.

Adler, Woods, and Mason all watched as you geared up, stepping towards the opening of the heli.

"Y/N, your fuckin' nuts. Do you need any help?" Woods questioned.

You looked back at him, and nodded yes. He got up and came over to you.

"I need you to hold onto my feet until I tell you to let go. I need to start off with a good grip, or else I'll go splat." You said.

He nodded, and you went prone. You hung halfway out, and grabbed onto the support handles. Woods grabbed your feet and secured you.

You clipped your belt to the safety clamp and gave Woods a 'hold steady' hand signal. But, to him it apparently looked like a thumbs up. So, out of routine, he carefully let your feet go.

Immediately, the strong winds pulled your body out of the side, and left you hanging by your harness. The wind whipped and slashed at your skin like tiny, ice cold daggers as you desperately tried to reach for the handles.

Everyone on board started freaking out. Belikov went to make an emergency landing, but there were too many trees. He looked and looked for the best spot possible, and finally spotted a clearing.

You were screaming, yelling and crying. You felt the harness behind to tick and tear. It was going to bust at the seams at any moment, and you were still in the air.

You hung from the clip in the middle of your chest, trying to use your feet to kick back to the side.

Adler was trying to reach you with his arm, but it wasn't happening. You were just out of reach by a few feet. You were out of options.

"Y/N!!! Hang on, we almost have you!!" Mason shouted, quickly throwing together a rope to secure you with.

"What the hell did you do idyot?? I can't land, we are right over Soviet territory!" Belikov wretched out.

He dropped lower to land, but not fast enough. By time he dropped almost enough, is when your harness finally tore straight in half. The clip broke from the force, and you dropped straight down, backwards.

You screamed as you felt the force of the fall practically crush you. You were able to turn to your stomach, and quickly reach for the string used for the parachute.

You fumbled to find out, but when you did you yanked. Relief swept over you when it deployed, and slowly descended down to a platform.

"Her chute deployed, but it's heading straight to the middle of that warehouse it looks like!" Mason yelled.

Belikov channeled your radio, worry racing through him.

"Y/N? Y/N can you hear this? If so, I landed just a few clicks West of you. This is heavily guarded compound!" Belikov spoke into it.

You landed with a thud, and you quickly switched it on, ripping off the vest. You quickly took cover behind a fallen log, looking all around at your surroundings.

"I can see, and that little stunt just sent out a whole fucking search party. They have dogs, please tell me you have a plan." You said, finally throwing the vest to the ground.

Adler came on the radio next.

"Y/N, the best thing for you to do is to try and sneak around to the West side of the compound. We are going to push to you so you'll be safe. Do NOT draw any attention to you. Meet me at the blue warehouse." Was what he said.

"Blue warehouse, got it." Was all you said, clicking it off. You reached for a sharp looking rock you found on the ground, and got up to slowly look around.

You determined the best path to the warehouse, and set off. You were hurt, scared, and shaking. You could feel the adrenaline move through your body, and you almost couldn't think.

You weren't mad at Woods, you knew it was an accident. But right now.....All you wanted was to be in the arms of Dimitri Belikov. You decided now, after you got back to the heli you were going to say how you felt.

You were ready, and nearly dying really helped you decide. You just hoped he felt the same way.

Meanwhile, back with Belikov he was ready to kill. He assembled his trusty AK-47 and was ready to full send it to you. His heart was in a panic, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

"Belikov, Y/N is going to be just find. Adler will go get her, and then you'll get us home. Everything will work out, I promise." Mason said, trying to get Belikov to calm down.

Belikov looked to Mason with tears in his eyes. He couldn't stand the though of you out there, alone with no weapon. But knowing you, he knew you found something. That's what he loved about you, and many other things.

"I know, but she is worth a lot to me. I love her." Belikov sobbed.

Mason picked up on his distress, and he opened his arms for Belikov.

Belikov accepted the hug, and Mason patted his back.

"This will be over in a few minutes. Adler and Y/N will be back in no time, I promise." Was what Mason said.

Meanwhile, Frank fueled up the heli. The plan was to pick you up, and book it back home. Nobody wanted to be here more than they had to be.

Back with you, you approached a small fire. Around the fire was a few enemies, asleep. One was in a chair, the other on the ground, and the last against a barrell, hat pulled over his eyes.

You went to step around the group and take a right, but you smacked right into the frame of an old truck. This ended up setting off the panic alarm. You dove behind another old car and held still, as you heard them all shoot up from slumber.

You heard guns cock, and your heart sank. You swallowed hard, and leaned your head back against a car, looking up. They all started looking around, you heard the footsteps.

You fully accepted that you were doing to die. How the hell were you supposed to fight four people off with a sharp rock, while they had full automatic weapons.

You felt no hope, until you saw familiar sunglasses. Adler sat up on the ridge above you, waving you to follow him. Your eyes went wide, but you moved when he signaled.

That was, until you ran right into a person. You looked up at him, and he began to yell in Russian. He pulled his gun on you, but you tackled him quickly. You subdued him somehow, and grabbed his AK.

But you and Adler both spotted a flare in the distance. The screaming of the base alarm system filled your ears.

"Y/N, let's go! Just run, we are right up here!" Adler yelled, taking your hand.

You both sprinted full speed up the ridge side, with the entire army base on your heels. Adler radioed in, and finally you saw the heli in the distance.

"Be ready to go! We have the entire base on our ass, we're about 100 feet from you!" Is what Adler shouted.

You heard the blades begin to spin, it was ready to go. You both gave it all you had ad bullets zipped and flew past your head at incredible speed.

You came to the last few steps, and booked it. You both dove into the side, and Mason slammed it closed. The helicopter took off at full speeds, while bullets hit the side, making a panging sound.

You huffed and puffed on the ground, completely spread out. You suddenly felt arms around you, and a head in your neck.

It was Belikov, you recognized his smell from anywhere. You looked at him, lifting his face. You gave him a big smile and wiped his tears away.

"Hey its alright, I'm here. I'm safe, thanks to Doc." You chuckled.

Belikov took your face in his hands, and tucked your stray hair away.

"I thought I lost you. Y/N, I love you. I realized that tonight, after thinking you were dead. I always have, and will." He said, a tear falling from his eye.

You choked up, and rested your forehead against his. Your hand stroked his face, as you leaned in.

"And the same as I, Dimitri. Now, kissing me you fool." You said with a laugh.

You locked lips. It felt like fireworks and sparklers went off in your brain. It was everything you ever wanted.

After pulling away from the kiss, Belikov pulled you to his chest, and held you there all the way back. He looked down at you, and lost it laughing.

"What's so funny huh?" You questioned.

"No offense Y/N but, you call that sneaky? Tripping right into an enemy?"

#black ops cold war #cold war #dimitri belikov #cod belikov #belikov x reader #frank woods #russell adler #alex mason #one shot

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peppersonironi · 4 years ago

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How I Picture a Batfam Age Reversal

I’m going to write this as a fic (And I want to go on into a young justice world where dick forms the team and his siblings are protective) but here is the outline in bullet points in case anyone is interested. Please note this is VERY first draft.

Ages (At end) & Order:

Damian- 24

Duke- 21

Stephanie- 20

Tim- 21

Cassandra- 19

Jason- 19

Barbara- 15

Dick- 13

Damian is Ten when he is sent to live w/ his father. Bruce is 30.

They don’t really work well together at first. But Selina, Alfred, and Clark somehow get it through Bruce’s thick skull that he has to care for this child.

Damian keeps sneaking out on patrol, against B’s wishes. Eventually, he let’s Damian join and tells him to choose a name (Not what we meant, Bruce!)

Damian wants to go for something like Shadow, or Demon, but Bruce puts his foot down. He says that Damian shouldn’t try to be darkness.

Damian is pouting in the gardens when he finds a wounded robin. It’s wing is broken. He demands that the animal should be taken to a shelter, and carries it in his hand the whole way there.

The bird makes it, and Damian demands to be called Robin. He designs his suit, going slightly more colorful. “I might be called Robin, but I am NOT wearing brown, Pennyworth.”

Bruce introduces him to Superboy (Jon, note: less age dif) and the pair are close friends.

He is Robin for a little over seven years before he begins to fight with Bruce about being allowed to patrol alone, and being his own hero. (basically what happened w/ Dick).

Damian leaves Gotham, opting to claim Bludhaven. Jon joins him. He suggests they call each other Nightwing and Flamebird. Damian thinks it’s a bit childish, but he can’t say no to Jon. They’re costumes are here. (done by @hyperactive-lectiophile! Fantastic job!)

They eventually realize they’re in love w/ each other, all while trying to figure their lives out. Damian briefly tries to join the police. He hates it. Eventually, he enrolls in BH college for a major in Art and a minor in business.

Later in Gotham, the We Are Robin/Robin War stuff happens. Long story short, Duke is adopted.

Damian is angry to find out he has a new brother, goes to Gotham to yell at Bruce, but then meets Duke. They bond, and are close siblings. Damian makes his father promise to not adopt any more strays.

Stephanie Brown wants to stop her Father, so she sews up a costume and goes out as Batgirl. Bruce is apprehensive at first, but his family basically yells at him to train the poor girl before she gets hurt.

He does, and after Steph meets Damian, who she absolutely adores (He loves her too. The way she pisses his father off is legendary), Stephanie decides she wants to be Robin. Batgirl was good for dealing with her father, but she wants to belong to this new family, and, w/ Damian’s blessing, she makes a new costume.

Unfortunately, after a while, Stephanie is killed by Black Mask (her death is faked, like in the comics, but the Fam doesn’t know)

Enter Tim Drake. Batman has been going crazy over grief, and not even Nightwing, Catwoman (this is SOOOO batcat, btw) or The Signal can calm him down. Tim steps right up, and demands to be robin.

Damian and Bruce fight over this. Surprisingly, Damian is the one who thinks Tim should be given a chance. He sees how his father has been acting. Damian knows that Tim must be brilliant to figure out their identities, and thinks that should count for something. Duke takes his side, knowing that it takes guts to talk to batman, and be willing to join him. Bruce, meanwhile, is a constant chant of “no more dead robins”. After a while, and lots of arguing, Tim takes his place as Robin. They redesign the suit, and he takes his place as robin.

It’s little while after this that Stephanie comes back. Tim offers Robin back, but Stephanie declines. They talk and grow closer. At one point they talk about Stephanie’s new moniker. She says she doesn’t want to be Batgirl either. She wants something new. Tim suggests Spoiler (Bad pun turned brilliant idea?).

Cassandra Cain arrives on the scene next. She saves the commissioner’s life (like No Man’s Land, minus No Man’s Land), and Stephanie immediately imprints on this tiny assassin child (So do the rest of the family, but Steph claims the fourteen-year old first. She and Bruce fight over custody.). She offers Cass Batgirl. Gotham gained a new vigilante, and Bruce Wayne adopted a new child. (Faster than the comics, I KNOW. But Cass deserves happiness)

Everyone loves their new sister, and everyone spoils her. Duke is the one to take her to a ballet the first time. She immediately begs to be put into lessons.

Somewhere in here Tim’s mom dies and his dad is in a coma. Bruce takes him in.

Eventually, Bruce decides to offer Tim Red Robin, hoping to avoid the strife he had with Damian. (Like in the comics, Bruce was going to give Jason Red Robin)

Tim is unsure of this, and puts off deciding. Then little Jason Peter Todd decides to jack the tires of the batmobile and is immediately taken in.

Everyone is captivated by the tiniest addition to their family, but it's also at this time that Jack Drake finds out about Robin and forces Tim to quit. Tim gives Jason his blessing to become Robin.

Everyone pitches in on helping train the newest Robin. Damian teaches the kid things he learned from the league (non-lethal things, since Damian loves this kid), Duke teaches him escrima fighting, Stephanie (Much to Bruce’s dismay) has a full seminar of the delicacies of glitter bomb making. Tim teaches the kid hacking, when he can get away from his dad.

Unfortunately, when Jason has been Robin for almost a year, he is killed by the Joker.

The family is torn apart by greif. But this time around, Bruce has a much larger support system. All of them lean on each other.

The only time that Damian ever broke his no-kill rule while living with his father was to kill the Joker. He hunted and murdered the clown, sparing Harley. He had been friends with Quinzel since he was Robin, and knew how the Joker treated her. Harley became the batfam’s honorary aunt after this.

Bruce was too emotionally tired to fight with Damian over his actions, so no one said anything. Eventually, Bruce and Damian did argue. Damian refused to apologize,, though he did promise his father to never kill again. Their relationship was strained for a while, but they worked through it.

Less than a year later, Jack Drake dies, and Tim comes back onto the vigilante scene. He refuses to become Robin, however, choosing to take Bruce up on his offer and become Red Robin. He designs his own suit, and the world seems to slowly become normal. Or some semblance of it.

One night, the circus is in town and the whole family (except Alfred) is home. Duke, Tim, and Steph drag Bruce, Cass, and Damian to go see it.

It is on this night that Dick Grayson’s parents fall to their death. Dick is sent to live in juvi, meanwhile Bruce tries to adopt Dick. He succeeds, and the manor once again has a bright young child running through it’s halls.

Dick figures out the secret identities of his family and instantly demands to be allowed out. He wants to take down Zucko, and won’t settle for every single member hunting for him. Dick wants to take down his parent’s murdered himself. He tries to sneak out multiple times, but is always stopped.

Damian talks to Dick (They are extremely close) and explains the origins of Robin. He says that the mantle was born out of a want to distance himself from the revenge and violence of the league. Dick cries when he learns this and says that his own parents used to call him Robin. He suggests that the mantle is more than a personal need. Robin is Family.

Damian almost immediately demands that Dick be trained and help catch Zucko. Bruce is confused, as before, Damian was strongly against letting a nine-year-old fight crime. Damian explains (after much cajoling. He might be more emotionally open and healthy than when he first arrived in the manor, but the kid is still constipated) what Dick had said, and that Damian understands the kid’s need for direction. “When I first came here, I needed Robin. I might not have known it, but I did. Richard needs Robin now, as well.”

The family took sides on the issue, but eventually Dick (with the aid of his puppy-dog-eyes™) won everyone over. He got his own Robin costume, and they caught Zucko.

Dick refused to stop being Robin, and so Gotham gained a new bird.

Dick was Robin for almost two years when The Red Hood made his appearance in Gotham. No one knew what he wanted, as he didn’t seem to do much beyond killing criminals. They thought he was a vigilante at first, but then he began to take over the criminal underbelly of Gotham, regulating crime. On top of that, Red Hood targeted Robin. Attacking the boy wonder when no one else was around. After the red helmeted rogue let loose a few hints about the league of shadows, Damian interrogated his mother, who explained the identity of The Red Hood, and how she had set him on Gotham.

As soon as the family figured out the newcomer’s identity, and the reason he was alive Damian tracked him down. He knew how to deal with pit rage from his childhood, and brought the lost bird back to the nest.

The family was whole for the first time in years. Jason was still angry and resentful, but he had his family back. Jason was grateful for Damian taking revenge for him, and they were once again close.

Slowly, Jason let everyone back in, including Bruce. Dick is wary at first of this new older brother, but the little chicken nugget quickly warms up to Jason, and even convinces him to teach him how to shoot a gun (In secret, of course, Dami and Bruce would blow a gasket). Jason couldn’t resist the kid. It was physically impossible.

A year later, Cass decides to pursue dance as her career. She gets a job with the Hong Kong Ballet company. She moves there, and decides to take a new moniker: Black Bat. Her family is so proud of her, but they miss her dearly. Duke visits often, bringing new back to the family.

The absence of Batgirl is filled after a while by Barbara Gordan. She makes her own costume and starts going out. Once again, Stephanie Brown adopts a smol bean (Well, not legally. The commissioner is still alive) and outfits her with a more Gotham-friendly suit and weaponry (I.e. heavy kevlar and leather)

Babs is taken whole-heartedly into the fold, and is made an honorary sister.

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peachiikawa · 4 years ago

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Fly | Route Selected: S. Daichi

a/n: thank you all for being so patient with me. finally, here is the long awaited daichi route. hope you all enjoy!

genre: mafia au

warnings: blood, reader getting hurt, guns, violence

word count: 2.3k

Fly Masterlist

“I choose you”

Your eyes locked with daichi

And daichi stared into yours trying to figure you out

“Are you sure?”

You nodded your head and held your ground

“Im sure”

He felt his eyes soften for a moment at the determination in your eyes before hardening again

“Fine. Everyone else, go home. Youre with me then. Lets go”

Daichi called for a car and drove you home

The silence between the two of you was only filled with the soft sound of a piano playing on the radio

The ride was finally over after about twenty minutes

“I’ll come get you tomorrow morning. Youll be working as an intern now so dress accordingly”

With that he left and you felt like you could breathe again

Just what had you gotten yourself into?

As he said he was at your house in the morning in a car that looked just a tad too expensive

You gulped before taking your first step towards him

“Good morning, Daichi”

He just nodded at you as you got into the car

The drive was once again silent

You looked over at the man behind the wheel and noticed how...formal he looked

Suit, straight back, both hands on the wheel

You felt yourself naturally adjusting yourself to mirror his mannerisms

He stole some glances at you without you noticing and felt his eyes soften upon seeing how nervous you looked

As soon as you stepped into the building you could feel the professional atmosphere

The endless windows and white walls gave off a chilling feeling

You only came back to reality when Daichi gently nudged your back

“I dont have all day. Hurry up and move”

The harshness of his words were the opposite of his touch but they still hurt nonetheless

You nodded your head and kept walking, trying to keep up with his quick stride

You followed him into an office as he took a seat behind the wooden desk

“This will be brief so don’t feel the need to sit”

Your eyes followed his every move as he organized his desk that was already pretty organized with stacks of papers

Daichi went on about your duties here but you honestly werent listening

You were a bit overwhelmed from the unfamiliar building you were in that you forgot about the man in front of you

Up until your eyes landed on the nameplate that sat on his desk

Sawamura Daichi, CEO

Without even knowing it, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion

Just who did you get yourself involved with?

Daichi finally noticed that his conversation with you wasnt going anywhere

“Hey. Are you even listening to me?”

You snapped out of it and shook your head

“Im listening!”

He just sighed and repeated everything he just said again

“Whatever. Just listen because this will be the last time i say this. Youll be working here at Sawamura Inc from now on as an intern. Your fellow interns are Hinata and Kageyama so feel free to ask them questions if you have any. You can leave now. I’ll come get you at the end of the day”

You nodded your head and started your day

Kageyama helped you the most in learning the ropes, you didnt see much of hinata. it was almost as if he was avoiding you

“Ok...so these files go here?”

He nodded his head

“Yeah i think you got it down now. If you need me ill be organizing some things for suga”

The rest of the day went on slowly until finally seven oclock hit

You could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching you

“Lets go”

Daichi wasted no time in leaving

You quickly put down the rest of the papers you needed to organize and followed him out

The next couple weeks were like clockwork

Almost exactly the same as the day before

And no matter how hard you tried to get to know the man who took you to and from work he wouldnt budge

The only thing you ever got out of him were short replies and head nods

Did he really not like you that much?

But something you noticed every morning and every evening was the light sound of a piano playing from the radio

“Do you like the piano daichi?”

You werent even sure youd get an answer out of him

But he must if he listened to it everyday

You saw his hands lightly grip the steering wheel tighter before loosening, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips

Your eyes widened when you saw it

In your two weeks together...youd never seen him give a look like this

Like he...enjoyed life

Like he was happy

“Yeah...its okay”

But just as fast as it appeared on his face, it quickly disappeared

Who knew that the stoic man next to you could make expressions like that

Almost made your heart race

“Do you play?”

Silence fell upon the both of you before you heard him let out a sigh

“No”

And now we’re back to stage one when you finally though you were getting more than one word answers

What could you do to make him see you?

This question played in your head as you filed away some papers for Asahi with Hinata

It was the first time youd done something with him but from what youve seen kageyama just calls him an idiot all the time and hits him

Also from what youve heard hinatas been with the sawamuras for a while so maybe he has some insight

“Hey hinata, can i ask you a question?”

He kept quiet so you took that as permission

“Do you know why daichi likes listening to the piano so much?”

That caused him to stop

“If he hasnt told you then dont ask me”

Youd be lying if you said that didnt make you more intrigued so naturally you did some digging

And eventually you stumbled upon an article from no more than five years ago

It told the tale of a young piano prodigy that had chosen to study music at the university of music and performing arts in vienna

And that piano prodigy was the now the distant leader of the Karasuno Mafia

You wonder what happened to him, what the story was behind his change in career path

The next day you decided that if you wanted to learn more about him then asking the questions would help

“Good afternoon daichi!”

You smiled at him as you delivered some paperwork to him

“Morning…”

You set the small stack down on his desk in front of him

“These are the papers for the closing on the Inarizaki deal”

He picked them up and quickly skimmed it

“Okay, thank you. You may go now”

When you didnt move he looked back up

“Do you have something else for me?”

He saw the way you fidgeted with the tips of your fingers and his eyes softened for just a moment

“Would you like to have lunch with me?”

He knew that he should say no

That he shouldnt let you in

“Sure”

How harmful could one lunch possibly be

Little did daichi know he was about to be interrogated

“--no i dont know who my favorite superhero is”

This was probably the tenth question youve asked and he wished you would stop

But he didnt know how to tell you no

Not when you were asking genuine questions

He thought it was kind of nice to be talking to someone normal again

Not someone who was involved with the mafia

But someone who was just...ordinary

“Ok ok..one last question”

He smiled softly

You felt your breath hitch after him showing you that gentle smile

“Go ahead”

The way you talked to him with no filter was refreshing

So he wasnt expecting the next question really at all

“I came across an article the other day about this boy who loved playing the piano,”

Daichis heart almost stopped

“Why did you stop playing daichi?”

‘Because my father made me’

He clenched his fist, crumpling the napkin inside of it

“I just got bored of it”

His reply came out through gritted teeth and you knew he was lying

You gently laid your hand on top of his until you felt it relaxing under you

“Well, no matter the reason, I hope that someday ill be lucky enough to hear you play”

His heart melted

The thought of playing again is something hes always wanted

But his father wouldnt let him

And left a permanent reminder on him about it

“That probably wont ever happen so dont get your hopes up. Let’s get back to the office, lunch is over”

And just like that he was back to being cold towards you just when you thought you were making progress

A couple weeks go by and it seems like daichis pushed you out of his life all over again

So much so that suga was the one giving you assignments from daichi where daichi used to just tell you himself

“Hey, hinata, kageyama and y/n! Daichi wants you guys to go make some copies from the store around the corner. Printer is jammed here and we need to get those documents ASAP”

You all nodded your heads and headed out

You were really too caught up in your own thoughts to be thinking about your surroundings

Had you really crossed a line that day?

You just wanted to figure out the real daichi

Because to you, the real daichi had his walls up 24/7 but behind those walls was a gentle smile and just a guy who wanted nothing more than to just live a normal life

So you didnt notice when hinata and kageyama stopped causing you to run into their backs

“Why did you guys-”

Hinata held a protective arm out in front of you

“What are you doing here, mad dog?”

The boy you assumed was ‘mad dog’ pushed himself off of wall he was leaning against

“Boss wanted me to fetch something”

His eyes locked onto your form

“And im here to collect”

This sent chills down your back

What was he going to do for you?

Who was his boss?

Your mind was running a mile a minute

“y/n you need to run”

Hinata’s voice brought you back to reality

“What?”

Hinata’s eyes never left the man in front of him

“Kageyama and i will take care of him. You need to get back to the office. Now!”

You sprinted as soon as hinata yelled for you to leave

‘Theyll be alright, right? They handle stuff like this all the time’

But you came to an abrupt halt at the sound of a gun going off

‘Fuck my life’

You turned back around help in any way you could

Only to come upon an unconscious kageyama and bleeding hinata

“You fucking idiot! Whyd you come back?!”

Meanwhile mad dog approached you and placed his hand under your chin

“You just made my job a whole lot easier”

Before you could even scream a piece of cloth was placed over your mouth and your vision went black

“Give your boss a message for me, carrot top. Tell him that if he wants his intern back he has to come get them himself”

Hinata gritted his teeth before passing out himself

Suga found them not too long after that

And after hinata told daichi what had happened...he was livid

He was supposed to protect you

To make sure that you stayed safe

And he was too weak to do it

Too afraid of what his father would have done if he found out that he was fond of a random person they picked up from the streets that had no ties to them

Afraid of what his father would have done to you

He clenched his jaw and let out a grunt as he punched the wall next to him

But fuck that

He knew that in this moment he needed to get you back right now

The thought of you being injured due to his own incompetence scared him more than what his father might ever do to him

So he was off

“When will they wake up?”

“Theyve been out forever”

“Dude its only been like three hours of course theyre still out”

The voices around you became clear as you regained consciousness

“Oh~ looks like theyre finally awake”

“Yeah probably because you wouldnt shut up”

Standing in front of you was a group of men you had only seen in brief pictures from the reports you made for daichi

‘Seijoh’

From what you remember their boss is a major flirt and his right hand man keeps him humble

Mad dog was sitting off in the corner next to a brown haired man who just kept staring at you…’creepy’

You flinched as the one you recognized as their boss reached a hand out towards you

“Aww dont be scared! I promise i wont hurt you”

He bent down to your level with a hand on your shoulder and leaned in to the point that his breath tickled your ear

“Though im not too sure that some of the others here wont. So be good for me, okay y/n?”

You were scared out of your mind

But you were not going to let this guy get into your head

So you did what any reasonable person would do

You pulled your head back and headbutted him in the forehead

He stumbled back a bit

“Stay the fuck away from me”

Oikawa held his head and gave you a nasty glare

“Iwa take care of them”

Everyone filed out till it was just you and the spiky hair man in front of you

“Nothing against you, just doing what the boss said. Plus you could have just laid low but you had to provoke him”

Daichi wasted no time in getting to seijohs building

And as soon as oikawa heard he was in the building he sent for him

“Welcome daichi! What an unexpected surprise!”

Daichi always hated the sound of oikawas jovial voice

How fake it sounded

“Just give me y/n back”

Oikawa just shook his head

“Never were a fan of small talk were you daichi? Okay, since youre just dying to see them ill bring them in now”

Daichi turned around and reeled at what he saw

Bruised and battered as you were set down onto the ground

“You fucking bastard”

Daichi clenched his jaw

He was at a loss of words for the sight in front of him

But he knew he had to get you out of here

So he scooped you up into his arms and headed for the door

But before leaving he stopped and spoke into his earpiece

“Get them”

And with that he left as a war ensued between the two gangs

Beep beep

The sound of your heart monitor brought you back to the land of the living

And next to you was a passed out daichi

You slowly felt around your bed before hitting the call button for your nurse

And as soon as you did daichi jumped up from his seat at the sound of footsteps approaching

You reached out and put your hand on his to get his attention and smiled at him

He sat back down and let the nurses tend to you, his gaze never leaving your body

“You should be able to leave within the next day or two. Rest up mx. l/n”

The nurse then left your room and left the two of you alone

You locked eyes with him before looking down at his hand and seeing how discolored it was

He noticed your eyes widen and tried to hide his hand once he realized what you were looking at

“Daichi! You need to take better care of yourself!”

You sat up from your bed and called a nurse to get a basic first aid kit

“Im fine y/n. You need to rest”

“Like hell youre fine! Daichi your hand is hurt. Please just let me fix it for you”

But before you could apply the bandages you hand your hand in his

“It cant be fixed y/n. This hand doesnt feel anything”

You looked up at him with confused eyes

“Its the reason i dont play anymore. My father crushed it a few years back so i wouldnt even think about playing. Said it was time i stopped playing with useless things”

The grip on your hand tightened a bit before slowly loosening

But you just gently squeezed it

“Well, even if your hand is ‘useless’ id still feel better if youd let me wrap it. Your hand is still a part of you and it can still bring so much joy into your life as well as those around you. You just have to have the courage to seize what you want.”

‘The courage to seize what I want’

Your words played out in his head over and over again

He made a promise to himself that day

That one day, you two would be happily together

No matter how hard this path may be

He was going to seize his happiness

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gwoongi · 4 years ago

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wordless pt.3

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: hitman (john wick au), sugar daddy au, angst rating: mature words: 3.5k warnings: toxic relationships, non graphic sex a/n: im sleepy but hey im also rly glad bts made a statement about the blm movement :D

Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears them again.

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

(21) Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

“Yeah, I did, I submitted it on Thursday. What do you mean, did it get a good mark, it’s only Monday.” As you near the front windows of the building, you sigh and stare at the gloomy clouds presented behind the glass. Korea is cold and wet and dark today. “Fuck, rain. Anyway, I’ll call you later, Eunji, okay?”

Eunji agrees and hangs up the phone before you get the chance to, and you’re left in the cool shadow of the largest cloud in the sky. From nine until eleven, you have a morning class on Monday; today, due to request from at least five students confused by the essay title that was due on Friday evening, the class ran for an additional hour and a half, all of the subject material covered with a general extension for the following Fri. Typical, as you rushed it to hand it in before submission.

“Not going home, Y/N?”

You suck your top teeth with disappointment, “Not yet, Professor, I need to make a call.”

The slim professor arrives at your elbow, “Boyfriend?”

“Not really,” you confess. You glance at your phone and find Jeongguk’s number, “but he owes me a few favours here and there, it won’t hurt to bring an umbrella or something.”

“Good luck,” she laughs. She doesn’t offer her umbrella, despite it being tucked under her armpit, and her car is parked in sight close to the windows. At that, she leaves and you send Jeongguk a quick text message. If he’s working presently, the text will annoy him less than a call.

Raining! I’m stuck, can you send some to come and get me?

Jeongguk must be in office, because his reply is speedy. Forget your subway card again?

I never ask for anything, would it hurt you to send someone to get me?

He doesn’t reply for five minutes, and then, Uni, right?

It takes at least fifteen minutes before a vehicle pulls up across the small car-park; it’s a black car, shiny and wet and loud, and you bristle at its entry. Quickly, you hug your coat closer around your body and when you glance back up towards the window, you’re surprised to see Jeongguk himself briskly crossing the lot with an umbrella over his head.

“I’m here to pick up a Y/N L/N, you seen her?” he asks when he reaches the door, smiling as you haul it open and stare at him with happy surprise. “You did not dress for the weather.”

“The app said it would be cloudy,” you huff.

“Baby, it’s January, what did you expect,” Jeongguk sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to his body. Like this, he walks alongside you towards the car and for a moment, he glances around the complex out the corner of his eye. This University isn’t the dog's bollocks, because as much as he’s willing to help fund you at University, he can’t pay for you to be smarter. You’re pretty happy where you are, not being at a big-name University but doing the exact same degree anyways. He’s happy that you’re happy, but if it were him, he’d probably redecorate the front.

(22) Listening to them while they vent.

When Jeongguk vents, he doesn’t just vent. He never sits you down in front of him and lets it all out, nor does he slink away to therapy, or whining over the phone, or sleepy pillow talk where everything feels safer when you’re seconds away from falling asleep.

Instead, Jeongguk fucks away his problems, and as he does it, you tend to get an earful.

“And,” he grunts, one slap, one thrust, “I fucked it up.” One more. “All of it.” Another groan, a deeper push, “Fuck!”

You like to let him get it all out, and on the plus side, you get what you need which is to relieve the pressure of wanting in your stomach. It’s better when he’s angry, better for both of you, and he’s full of apologies when he’s finished, as if he was yelling at you and not at himself.

“Last time I ever work with Taehyung,” he spits. “Fuck. Ugh.”

You’ll ask him about it later.

(23) Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

One night, you’re over at Jeongguk’s. It’s not unusual that you’re here, especially when you’re here so often that his house feels like your own. From the bathroom, the shower runs loudly and Jeongguk sings, mostly to himself, in the water, meanwhile you dance around his kitchen making tea and bringing it to the bedroom where he’ll come in later when he’s done.

His room is golden and warm, and the curtains are drawn but the thin netting softens the sunset outside. You circle around the end of Jeongguk’s bed and set his cup on the bedside table on his side, closest to the window, when you notice something new sitting in a frame by the lamp. Okay, you’ll bite.

You put down both mugs and in exchange pick up the frame. Something warm bubbles inside your stomach as you look down at the frame; the picture, you’ve never seen before, but it’s of you. You remember the photo being taken in Colmar, the time that Jeongguk came to see you to satisfy his own boredom and need. Never did you imagine it would be a photo he’d print, let alone put in a frame next to his bed. It’s a pretty photo, too, with the river behind you and the sun on your skin, your hair only slightly in your face.

Not a perfect photo, but a pretty one. Jeongguk must like it enough to have printed it.

The shower cuts off in the bathroom and you move quickly, protecting an image of innocence as you put the frame back where it once was, and pick up your mug and place it on your bedside table. You’ve placed Jeongguk’s mug so that he could take it both ways. Maybe he’ll think you didn’t see the frame, or maybe he’ll know you did. He must have put it there for a reason, you think, and then you stop thinking when Jeongguk opens the bathroom door and enters the bedroom.

(24) Tracing your names together in the sand.

Jeongguk had a call from Hawaii. It was brief, and you imagine not very pleasant, but he had to go nonetheless. Jeongguk sure as hell wasn’t going to go to Hawaii without you, no matter how dangerous that might be for him. He told you with two hours notice to pack up your shit and meet him at his place. The plane took off three hours later, and Hawaii here you come.

He never liked to be late, or behind schedule, and so the job that needed to be done was done in a record breaking speed. Like always, he’d have some time to kill before needing to flee to avoid the authorities, and when Jeongguk heads back home after the deed is done, he steps into an empty room and his skin runs cold.

“Y/N?” he calls, to no response. He sets down his things and moves around the suite, his eyes darting to every area.

There is a moment where Jeongguk fears for the worst and out of instinct grabs the gun tucked into his belt. He pulls it out in the bedroom but pauses when out of the corner of his eye, he sees a person standing on the beach just outside the window. Jeongguk pauses.

Outside, the sun is warm and burning orange, sinking down into the pretty waves. You could get used to Hawaii, maybe, if you failed at journalism at the end of your degree, or if Jeongguk hurt your feelings enough that you felt living in Korea itself would be too painful to endure.

“Y/N!”

You turn over your shoulder, noticing Jeongguk stepping down from the dunes. He’s still in his suit, a black fit that makes him look slender and tall and absolutely stunning. His hair is still wild and wet and there’s blood on the inside of his blazer, a red that contrasts the white of his shirt. You won’t mention it, because he probably knows already.

“Hey,” you call back.

“It’s- it’s not safe for you to be out here on your own,” he explains, finally by your side. “Fuck, I was worried you’d been kidnapped, or something.”

“Oh, sorry,” you reply. “The sunset was just too pretty.”

Jeongguk sighs with his hands on his hips. “Yeah, it is. Hawaii does sunsets better than Korea, that’s for sure.”

Jeongguk stands next to you and says nothing for a few seconds. The sunset is indeed gorgeous, like something ripped out of a painting from a gallery somewhere fancy and famous. You hum quietly, and jump slightly to the left to grab a large stick off the sand. Jeongguk has to stop himself from smiling as you pick it up, like a kid who pretends the stick is a sword.

“I used to write rude things in the sand for the people in planes who flew past, every single time we went on vacation when I was a kid,” you announce.

Jeongguk laughs, “You were some kid, huh?”

“Maybe you killed the wrong one,” you think, and Jeongguk frowns.

“Can you not bring that up all the time?” You look at him and he frowns deeper, “I know you’re happy about it and stuff, but like...not my proudest moment. Makes me feel sucky.”

“Oh,” you answer. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Just a joke.”

He shrugs, “I know. But still.”

You stab the sand with the stick. “I thought maybe it was like, fitting?”

Jeongguk lifts his head to the sky and closes his eyes. “Can’t we have a trip where we just pretend to be in love or something so I don’t feel so shit about the reason why we came here?”

That shuts you up for a moment, and you turn fully to face him as he continues to stare at the sky.

“Like Colmar, maybe,” you press, and he looks down.

“Yeah.”

It sits there for a bit, like you’re genuinely contemplating it, but then you straighten with a little huff and turn to him.

“Seems fair,” you agree.

Jeongguk almost exhales a sigh of relief and he smiles, genuinely, and follows you across the beach. The tide is a little out, the sand damp where the sea once was and like children, you embrace the fun that’s waiting to be had on the shores. Chasing the waves, running from them, staring at cute crabs that scurry across the sand and laughing at the cute kids that drop their ice creams in the water.

Jeongguk takes the stick gently from your hand and points it towards the white sand, pressing the tip against the grains. You smile against his arm as you bend to see what he draws; the stick drags across the sand and outlines a J, and the first initial of your name. Oh, you think, as he closes them inside a heart and stands back to admire his work.

It’s cute, childishly cute, and he looks proud. Jeongguk beams at you for approval and you smile back, happy.

“Photo,” you say and Jeongguk drops to a crouch near the design and poses with the stick. This photo is cute, probably cuter than the one from Colmar. Jeongguk even lets you keep it.

(25) Wearing clothes in their favourite colour.

Jeongguk’s favourite colour was white, and he loved the way a white shirt or a white coat or any white accessory would look on you. Sadistically he’d love you in the white clothes he ruins, seeing you wrap your body in a white shirt dressed with blood. White was his muse, a colour of purity and innocence. Although he always wore black for work, he had to have an admiration for the colour of white, standard paper or milk white.

Jeongguk knows that your favourite colour is green. He can tell by the amount of green plants around your apartment, and the green blankets and pillows and mugs and the unusual amount of green clothing items you have in your wardrobe. He even remembers the tie you bought him once, a Slytherin green that he actually really likes despite his Hogwarts house being Ravenclaw.

You’ve never actually seen him wear the tie, not until today when Jeongguk makes a quick stop by your apartment as he heads back to the office. He steps inside with a brown bag filled with bagels and he kisses your forehead by the front door and hands them to you. You see the tie and smile; Jeongguk sure as hell looks great in your favourite colour.

(26) Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.

You’re lucky that you never really came across Elio, never once when you were at Jeongguk’s home. You had assumed that Elio was sleeping, or elsewhere on days you visited or nights you slept over. To your surprise and perhaps horror, you discovered that Elio had been there all along, just disinterested in coming out to see you from the few rooms that Jeongguk converted into his own personal habitat.

“You just had him here all this time?” you screech quietly, running back into the bedroom after seeing Elio on the couch. “What the fuck.”

“He’s harmless,” Jeongguk shrugs. “He’s not interested in a human diet right now.”

“Right now? That’s not comforting,” you reply. “I’m happy to go through all your shitty paperwork for you, it’s something I actually enjoy, but can you please go out and get them for me?”

Jeongguk cocks his head to the side, “why, can’t find them?”

“They’re in the living room, on the table,” you explain, peering back out, “but Elio’s on the couch.”

He laughs, rising, “He’s not gonna even touch you.”

“He might.”

“He won’t.”

“You don’t know that!”

“No, but he doesn’t hurt me, so he won’t hurt you.”

You gape. “What? He’s your pet, of course he won’t hurt you. He trusts you. He doesn’t even know me.”

Jeongguk sighs loudly and ruffles your hair as he crosses your path. “Whatever. You’re such a fuckin pussy,” then he kisses your neck and heads out into the living room. You quiver by the doorway as he moves without a flinch towards Elio.

The giant cat picks his head up off the couch and yawns in Jeongguk’s direction, his tail swooshing prettily over the side of the couch. His black fur blends into the blanket he lies on and as he blinks slowly, Jeongguk reaches to pet his head and behind his ears. Elio basks in the love, pressing his head further into Jeongguk’s palm, oddly dog-like. Jeongguk spends a few more moments with his beloved exotic and then finally, like he’s reluctant to, picks up the large and messy stack of papers and then walks back towards the bedroom with a smug expression. Elio’s head falls back to sleep.

“Touch me, check I’m still alive after my dangerous encounter,” Jeongguk says, bringing the papers into the room and dropping them on the bed.

“Shut up,” you huff.

(27) Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.

A call from Eunji at eight in the evening destroys all the plans you had set in place. Jeongguk had been called to meet with one of the founders of the South Korean Continental, and wouldn’t be back until around nine. You had prepped an entire meal, sitting ready on the side for when he got home.

“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t absolutely important,” Eunji apologises, sounding flustered on the line, “I just. I didn’t know who else to call. I went back to the library, I think I got rid of him, but he was definitely following me from the restaurant. Fuck, Y/N, it was so scary.”

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m glad you called me,” you assure her, already putting your shoes on, “I can’t believe he showed up again. Didn’t he get put in jail?”

Eunji hums like she’s not convinced, “Out on bail, eighty kay.”

“Fuck. Do you, uh,” you start, thinking of if it’s okay to say, “want me to call someone else?” Jeongguk?

Eunji is one of the only people alive who knows about Jeongguk. She had been your best friend since you were seven, and was one of the only people who remained by your side after Jeongguk had your brother executed, and after you decided to become Jeongguk’s little play thing for a few weeks until he lost control and kept you around. Eunji’s no stranger to his antics, and if you warped the story a little, Jeongguk would have no issues with sorting the problem at hand.

“No, no, don’t,” Eunji begs. “He’ll take it too far. People will point fingers at me. Can you just come and get me?”

“Of course,” you tell her. “We’ll go back to mine, I can see Jeongguk whenever.”

Eunji exhales in relief, “I love you, you know that? You’re the best friend ever.”

You hang up a few minutes later and stare sadly at the meal. But it can’t be helped. Jeongguk’s bailed on you a thousand times for his colleagues. He wouldn’t mind, after a few hours of thinking about it. You sigh with repent and move the food towards the microwave.

Rescuing Eunji. Call me, I can come back tomorrow. Please eat.

Jeongguk finds the note when he gets home and scrunches it into a ball in the bin.

He eats alone, in silence, the other side of the table still prepped for another person.

(28) Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.

“Enjoy the movie!”

“Thanks.”

Jeongguk takes the two tickets from the vender and steers you towards the corridor that leads to the rooms. On this rare occasion, Jeongguk has decided to court you. Quite literally, Jeongguk had called you up and asked if you wanted to go on a date, or something, because he was bored and liked you most, and he knows there’s a movie you’ve been wanting to see.

“Are you sure you wanna watch it with me?” you ask him, even though he’s already got the tickets and is walking next to you.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“I just didn’t think you were a cinema kind of person,” you confess.

Jeongguk hums, “To be honest, I’m not. But this movie looks good, and you wanna see it, and how often do we do things that you wanna do?”

It’s true.

The cinema room is dark and empty, since you’re both early to begin with. As always, it’s a little bit sticky and smelly, and Jeongguk pushes you towards the back row because it is inarguably the best place to sit in the cinema. You set down the large drink in between you both, two straws poking out in each of your directions.

“It’s great this movie is showing here,” you say quietly.

“Yeah, well the LGBT plus movement is really popular now, people are a lot more accepting of it,” Jeongguk states. “I mean, look at how well The Handmaiden did.”

You nod, “great movie.”

“It is,” he agrees. A few minutes later and the lights dim significantly, the movie is probably about to start. Jeongguk leans to the left a little and sips from the drink.

(29) Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

Uni’s tough, nobody said it wasn’t. Jeongguk doesn’t really understand this, since he never went to University. He brings a mug of tea from the kitchen to his bedroom where you’re sitting cross-legged staring at a laptop, setting it to the side and sitting just behind you but to your side, watching you closely.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what,” you mutter dimly.

“Overworking yourself,” Jeongguk replies, “I can see your brain fucking pulsing against your skull.”

You sigh loudly. “I can’t do this. Why did I enroll in University? I should have just put it all away after high school and become a trophy wife.”

Jeongguk’s brows furrow. “You can still be a trophy wife, you’ll just be a smart one.”

You look at him. “I’m not smart enough for this.”

For a while, Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, and he just sits listening to you. As you vent, and open up about how hard it is to do this damn degree, Jeongguk watches your face and your body and uses his fingers to gently tuck the hair that falls in front of your face behind your ear. The passion that pours out of you when you’re frustrated is an unspoken beauty that you’re not even aware of, and Jeongguk eats it up.

He does what he can to put you at ease, because things he says in encouragement are things you already know anyway. Like all humans, all you need is a little bit of love, and Jeongguk’s happy to give it if it means you’re happy with him.

(30) Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.

“Can’t reach. Baby, scratch my back for me?”

You cringe away from the TV, “what the fuck am I? Your maid?”

“Please?”

You sigh. “Where’s it itching?”

“Thanks, you’re the best.”

“You don’t pay me enough for this.”

“I don’t pay you at all.”

Sigh. “Exactly.”

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simsadventures · 5 years ago

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Only Mine: Chapter 13: Where’s the Truth

Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky has to undergo a surgery. Meanwhile, Steve and Sam try to find out the truth. But who should they trust?

Warnings: angst, so much angst!, hospital, surgery, blood, more angst, swearing

Word Count: 2419

A/N: I seriously can’t help myself with all this angst. Actually made myself cry so... Anyway, what did you think of this? Some more assholes in this chapter! Love you all!! xx

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You had your eyes closed, hoping that when you open them, everything would go back to normal. The car ride to the hospital was quick and bumpy. You tried to remain positive, but after everything that happened tonight, you didn’t see the silver lining.

Steve and Sam rushed Bucky to the surgery, still letting Brock stay with you. The only good thing was that after a few minutes, Peter joined you as well, saying that both him and Drax were alright. Only a guy called Martin was shot, but despite it being human life that was lost, you couldn’t feel too sorry at the moment. Selfish, you knew, but your current situation was too pressing for your mind to care about anything else.

When Peter sat down, he instinctively grabbed your hand and squeezed, and this little gesture brought tears to your eyes. It felt like ages since somebody showed you anything but hatred or indifference.

Brock saw Peter’s hand and immediately went off.

“You fucking insane kid? This bitch orchestrated the whole thing, and you’re holding her hand as if she wasn’t a cold-blooded murderer. She killed Bob for fuck’s sake! And if I hadn’t come in time, I bet she would’ve finished boss as well,” Brock barked so loud you flinched.

Peter frowned so hard deep ridges appeared on his forehead, and he looked between you and Brock. You could see the wheels in his mind turning, and you just hoped he would be smart enough to know that you would never endanger Bucky. You didn’t even know how you could endanger him, for god’s sake.

Peter didn’t let go of your hand even when he finally seemed to have reached a decision.

“I know Y/N, and I know she would never do anything like that. I think we don’t have enough information to make a decision here, but I believe Y/N is innocent. Aren’t you, Y/N?” Peter asked meekly, giving you a tight smile.

You chuckled sarcastically and looked at your hands. At that moment, it hit you. You just killed a man. Brock didn’t lie about that. You didn’t think about it at that moment, because you were protecting the man you loved, but the memory suddenly flooded your brain, and it felt like an out of body experience.

Seeing yourself pulling the trigger and the bullet hitting Bob’s forehead as if it was nothing, and the blood splattering everywhere, Bob falling down on the ground.

Nausea welled up in your stomach, and you almost had an issue reaching a litter box before you threw up. You emptied the contents of your stomach, but it didn’t help you, at all. You looked down at your hands, and you could see that dried up blood was covering them wholly. You knew that it must be Bucky’s because you tried stopping his bleeding, and your heart clenched in your chest.

You needed him to stay alive. Even if it meant that he woke up without memory and they would accuse you of trying to kill him, you needed to see him, at least one more time. See him alive, and kicking and your mind would be at peace. You just hoped you’d be allowed as much.

“Are you alright, Y/N? Want me to bring you anything?” Peter asked, worry laced in his voice.

“A glass of water would be nice,” you smiled at Peter who just nodded and rushed to the nearest wending machine to get you a bottle of water.

You could feel Brock’s eyes on you, but you didn’t have the energy to have a stare-off with him. You were praying to all the gods that were listening to you to save Bucky. He didn’t deserve to die, and definitely not because he was protecting you.

You stood up and walked towards the closest sink to wash the blood off of your hands, and to give you at least a feeling of cleanliness.

“Y/N!” Steve barked at you from where him, Sam, Brock and Peter were standing. The tone of his voice was everything but friendly and your stomach clenched again, and you were glad you didn’t have anything else to throw up.

You quickly came to where they were, and stood next to Steve, waiting for him to question you.

“Tell us everything that happened. Don’t leave a single thing out, we won’t make a decision just yet, not until Bucky’s up, if he wakes up, of course,” Steve growled the last bit of sentence, and you gasped, closing your eyes for a brief moment to collect yourself. You didn’t want to start crying in front of all those people, none of whom were looking at you with an ounce of familiarity anymore, except for Peter.

“We were almost out of the building when suddenly somebody started firing at us, and Bucky pushed me inside the room you found us in, and when he closed the door, I thought we were both alright, but when I looked at him, his face was contorted in pain, and I could see he was bleeding. I tried to stop the bleeding and tried to keep him up until you guys arrived. I called you, Steve, right away to get us, but you were taking so long.

And then I heard steps and thought it was you, but just to be sure I took Bucky’s gun. I aimed it at the person and then saw it was Bob. I wanted to lower it, but then he started talking, telling us that he came there to finish Bucky, but not before he would make Bucky watch him having his way with me. And when he made a move, I shot him. I didn’t know how to aim, I swear, I just pulled the trigger, and somehow I hit his head. And then you guys came,” you breathed out, your whole body shaking both from the memories and from the shock finally wearing off.

Peter noticed this and swiftly shrugged off his jacket and pulled it over your shoulders before he saw the look on Steve’s face and took a step backwards.

“Do you have any proof of that? Because from where I’m standing it seems like you tried to kill boss, Bob came in and saw what you were doing so you shot him as well, and before you could have done more, we appeared,” Brock hissed, and you just looked at him with disbelief.

“And why the fuck would I do that? Huh? I love Bucky, why in the hell would I want him dead? It doesn’t make any sense, Brock. I don’t know what your problem is, but I didn’t do it. I killed Bob, yes. And I’ll forever have to live with the knowledge that I killed another human being, just like that. But Bucky was in danger, and I just tried to save him. And I’m not gonna apologise for that,” you said, standing your ground.

So what that they didn’t believe you? You knew you did the right thing, and if you were in that situation again, you wouldn’t change a thing.

“It’s just that you’ve had Bucky around your finger from pretty much the start, and although we want Bucky happy, maybe this was your plan all around. Are you working for Pierce?” Steve growled and pushed you against the nearest wall.

You hit your head with a thud, not having the time to react to the pain shooting through your body, as Steve gripped you by your throat.

But you stood motionless. You didn’t even have the energy to fight his grip, knowing it would be useless anyway. It was Sam who pulled Steve off of you.

“Are you insane, bro? Like you said, we don’t know what happened, and we won’t know until Bucky wakes up, but if she’s innocent, Bucky will rip your head off for handling her this way. And if she proves guilty, I think Bucky will think of a way to make her suffer much more than the two of us ever can,” Sam said, trying to reason with Steve, whose judgement was obviously clouded.

When Steve finally let you go, your hands shoot up to your neck, massaging the sore skin. You were thankful to Sam, but you knew he did it mostly because he was afraid of Bucky’s reaction, and not because he would like you, or something like that. But, in a way, you understood them. It was your word against Brock’s, and they didn’t really know you that much, whereas they didn’t have a reason not to trust Brock.

“Could I call somebody? I just, I just don’t want to be alone right now,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. You felt like a prisoner in the most unfriendly environment, and you just needed to feel like there were people who still believed in you.

“Who? Wanna call your buddy Pierce?” Brock yelled, and the tears started falling, despite your effort of keeping them in.

“No,” you croaked out, “my best friend. I’ll call her and let it on the speaker so that you know I’m not plotting anything, I just… please,” you sniffled, and you didn’t know if they were actually sorry, or what was going on, but both Steve and Sam nodded sharply.

You took out your phone, seeing that it was 5 AM, and even though you didn’t want to wake Nat up, you didn’t see any other way.

After a few beeps, you could hear her croaky voice through the speaker.

“Nat? It’s me, I’m so sorry for waking you up, but something happened tonight, and I’m in the hospital, could you come, please?” You said, trying to sound as ok as you could, but you knew that there wasn’t any way to lie to Natasha.

Her tone changed from sleepy to business, and after you told her where you were, she told you she’d be there with a bunch of your clothes in a few minutes.

True to her words, Nat came in about 20 minutes, with a bag full of your clothes on her shoulder. The men looked her up and down, and Sam obviously gulped when Nat walked around him, but you were too tired to ask her about it. You would have to remember to ask her once this shit was over. If it would ever be over, you thought.

“God, Y/N! You looked like shit. Sweetheart, are you hurt somewhere?” Natasha asked motherly, and you could only nod, but still, you pulled her into a tight hug. You sobbed loudly into her hair, and she stroked your head and shoulders, trying to calm you down.

When you finally let her pull away, she raised an eyebrow as if to ask where were you hurt, and you shamelessly lifted your dress to show her your hip, which was not bleeding anymore per se, but there was still some blood and pus oozing out of the wound.

Nat winced, and before she took care of you, she turned around to face the men.

“You couldn’t let the doctors stitch her up? You have a woman bleeding here, and all of you are standing around like a bunch of dickheads, looking at her as if she took your favourite toy!” Nat growled at them, and when she saw Sam starting to say anything, she just raised her hand to silence him.

“You don’t get to fucking say anything. Actually, none of you does. I don’t know what you think Y/N did or didn’t do, and honestly? I don’t give a shit. She needs medical care, and you should have been attentive enough to notice that. But that would mean you sticking your heads out of your asses, and that just wouldn’t do for you, huh? Fucking mobsters,” Nat said under her breath as she helped you up and took you to the nearest nurse to show her your injury.

“Peter, go with them, just to be sure,” Sam mumbled as he watched Nat leave with you and a nurse disappearing in some door. Peter just nodded and ran after you.

“Rumlow, take a break, will you?” Steve said through clenched teeth, signalling to Brock that he was no longer needed there. That conversion would unfold in which he wasn’t welcomed.

When he walked away, Steve finally sat down, and Sam followed suit.

“So, what do you think? I just can’t wrap my head around it, and I want Buck to wake up and tell us what really happened,” Steve mumbled, massaging his temples. He was tired as hell, but he knew he needed to stay alert. Anything could still happen.

“I don’t know, man. Both stories seem to make sense, and either way, somebody betrayed Bucky, and that’s bad, man! I don’t even know who I wish it was, to be honest. I think it would forever damage Bucky if it was Y/N, so there’s a part of me that’s kind of hoping that it was fucking Bob who is the asshole in this story. But I don’t know, I really don’t,” Sam said, just as tired as Steve.

“I know, man, I know,” Steve breathed out, and they stared at the wall in front of them in silence. Even when you, Natasha, and Peter came back, nobody talked. All of you were exhausted, but the worry wouldn’t let you sleep.

It was some 10 hours after that that a doctor approached your little friendly group. The same doctor came to tell you that Bucky was after the surgery at around 8 AM, but that he was asleep, and you would have to wait till he woke up to see him.

“Mr Barnes is awake now, and he is asking for Ms Y/L/N. If you could follow me, miss?” The doctor said, and you got up quickly, following him without a doubt. You could tell that somebody was behind you, and even the doctor noticed it, as he raised his eyebrow at the person.

“I just need to make sure he is alright, sir,” Steve said stiffly, and because the doctor was well aware who he was dealing with, he just nodded and led the two of you to Bucky’s room. It was now or never, you thought as you walked inside the room, and you immediately caught the eyes of the man you loved. You just didn’t know if his expression was happy or not. But when he spoke up, you immediately knew.

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reddrobins · 5 years ago

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galas gone right [t.drake]

TIM DRAKE X READER

SUMMARY: Here you were once again, alone at Bruce Wayne's gala, which your parents had dragged you to. Luckily, this time it seems like you aren't the only one.

It always played out like this.

Bruce Wayne would be hosting a large benefit, your parents would be invited, then you have to come and to top it off, they leave you alone.

Surrounded by socialites was not how you wanted to spend your Friday evening.

You sat at the bar, aimlessly stirring your drink with your finger. Your heels lay long-forgotten back in the limo, as you always carry a pair of flats in situations like so.

"Not a fan of this either?" Someone asked from behind you.

You jumped at the voice, not expecting any attention on the misfit daughter of the (L/N) family.

Spinning your chair around, you face the person, almost falling off the stool when you realised who the voice belonged to.

There, stood Timothy Drake, the upcoming CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Your eyes widened at the sight of him.

Clearing your throat, you nodded, "Yeah, my parents usually just drag me along. Trying to keep up the appearance, you know?"

Tim chuckled, running a hand through his perfect raven hair, "Yeah. I totally understand. If it wasn't for Bruce, I'd probably be at home watching a movie or something."

Though you were still in awe that the Timothy Drake was in front of you, you carried on the conversation.

"Tell me about it." Then, curiosity now peaked, you said, "I can't lie, I'm honestly surprised that you aren't enjoying the spotlight."

Tim scoffed, waving his hand in dismissal. "Not my thing at all. Just have to keep me in check for Bruce. No one wants to see the new CEO goofing off, you know?"

You smirked, enjoying the conversation, "I wouldn't, Daddy didn't hand me over the company."

The teens face blushed a deep red colour, clearly embarrassed, "Uh," He sputtered, "I'll have you know.." He looked at you, awaiting your name.

"(Y/N)" You gave.

"I'll have you know, (Y/N), Bruce doesn't just hand over things."

It was your turn to laugh, "I was joking, of course, Mr Drake. I know you're brainy enough to lead it."

Tim cringed at the formality of 'Mr. Drake', "Oh nuh-uh, no misters around here, just call me Tim. I really can't stand when people call me mister Drake. Makes me sound like millions of years old."

"Alright, Tim," He smiled at that, "Since we both don't want to be here, let's say we leave?"

The young CEO's eyes went wide, you were suggesting them to ditch? He pondered for a second, thinking what his brothers would say if they found out. Or even what would Bruce say?

Shrugging, Tim spoke, "I dunno, (Y/N), I could get into trouble..."

You sighed, teasingly of course, then spun your chair back around, "Darn, I understand Timmy. Guess I'll just stay at the bar, all by my lonesome."

Hearing a groan behind you, you smiled, knowing that you were getting to him.

He tapped your shoulder and you turned back around. Tim stood there, a hand offered out to you, "Take my hand."

Reluctant and confused, you placed your palm in his, only to be ripped up from your seat. "Tim? What are we doing?"

Tim grinned down at you, "We're getting out of here, follow me."

So there you were, the two of you weaving through the rich civilians of Gotham and towards the back entrance of the dance hall.

"Where are you thinking we should ditch to?" You yell over the chatter of people on the dance floor.

"You'll find out soon." He replied

Bat-Burger.

He took you to Bat-Burger.

"You're telling me that we ditched your father's fancy Gala for mediocre burgers and half-assed staff?"

Tim looked at you from across the booth, "There a problem? I mean we could always go back..." He trailed off, amusement in his eyes.

It was a nice look on Tim, not one that many got to see often, especially not the press.

He faked getting out of his seat, only for you to pull him back down, "No, I am not going back there." You cried in distress.

Tim laughed at your over dramatic attitude, but obliged and sat back down, this time looking at the menu. You followed suit.

"Bat-b-que burger?" Scrunching your nose, you catch Tims eyes, "Who came up with these names?"

The boy shrugged in return, "I mean seriously," He spoke, "Red-Hot-Robin Wings? They've gotta be kidding me."

The next few minutes continued this pattern, you and Tim both making fun of the idiocy of the menu, that was until the waitress turned up.

"What can I get you... two?" Her speech slowed as she looked at the get-up you both were in. Tim in a two-piece maroon suit and you in a gorgeous navy gown, probably not what normal patrons wore to a burger joint. Though who's to say that either you or Tim classified as normal.

Tim spoke first, "Um, can I have the boneless bat nuggets? Oh and two coffees," He looked to you, "Or, three if you'd like one as well..."

You placed your head on your palm, resting against the table, "Sure, why not?" Then, "And could I have the Night-wings?"

Taking your orders, she nodded then went back to the kitchen.

"Two coffees?" You smirked at Tim, who gingerly shrugged.

"What can I say," He pouted, "It's been a long night."

While the two of you waited for your meals, soft chatter was made. Tim talking about his duties at WE and you discussing your latest thesis paper on whether or not Vigilantes were wanted in Gotham.

"Fascinating," Tim said, awe laced in his eyes. "What side are you writing for, if you don't mind me asking."

Waving your hand dismissing his insecurity, you spoke, "Not at all, Tim, I'm on the pro-vigilante side. I think the Bats are doing exactly what needs to be done in Gotham, plus..."

You trailed off and Tim raised a brow, egging you on.

"Plus," you continued, rolling your eyes, "I heard one of the Robins was my age and it piqued my curiosity. I wish I had that much courage to protect our city every night."

Tim laughed harshly, "I don't think you do. Believe me, it's not that much fun."

This time it was you to raise a brow, "And how would you know, Mr Drake? CEO connections of sorts?"

"Of sorts" Was all he responded with.

To his relief, the waitress came back over with your food and luckily the conversation was dropped.

"That was great Tim, really." You said sincerely as he opened the door to the restaurant, the two of you ready to go.

He smiled down at you, "Of course, it's the least I could do for hosting an awful gala."

You sensed a hint of self-loathing in his statement and you stopped him in his tracks, "No, don't do that to yourself. It wasn't awful, I'm just not a party girl... and it seems as though you're not a party boy." You gently gripped his hand, "I'd say the gala was more than a success... after all, I got to meet you."

Tim's cheeks blushed a rosy pink and he smiled, "Thank you, (Y/N). That means a lot."

As the two of you made your way back to the Gala, Tims com went off.

"Red Robin, come in Red Robin." Dick's voice rang throughout his ears. Tim froze, c'mon guys, he thought, not in the middle of my... date?

"Tim?" You questioned, realising he's several paces behind you.

Tim shook his thoughts away and smiled at you, "Yeah, all good. Thought I heard something."

Meanwhile, through his comlink, Dicks voice still kept going, "Red Robin, come in, Red Robin."

The young vigilante bit his lip conflicted on what to do. He was the best detective yet - even Ras thought so - so then why couldn't he figure this puzzle out.

"Should we call a taxi or something? I don't want your last words to be 'I thought I heard something,' You know how Gotham is and all." You suggested.

Tim gave a chuckle, believe him, he knew exactly how Gotham is. "We'll be fine, I promise."

You looked at him skeptically, what is he going to do - breakout the stocks clipboard?

Tim gripped your hand harder, "I-," He contemplated how to put this, "I know what to do in times of crisis." He said cryptically.

Comfortable silence took over the two of you once more and you continued your path back.

"Red- ugh, Tim! We need you." Dick said, this time louder and more distressed.

Breaking comlink rules, Tim thought, This must be serious.

Tim stopped walking once more, pulling you to a stop as well. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry, but a family emergency just came up and I have to leave, like, immediately. Would you be comfortable walking back alone?" He hated the idea of leaving you to fend for Gotham yourself, but what other option was there?

Gently squeezing his hand, you nodded, "Of course Tim. I was born and raised here, I know Gotham like the back of my hand."

He still seemed on edge with the idea of you alone, so you did the once thing that was guaranteed to clear the teen's mind.

You kissed him.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, then, making sure that he couldn't get another word in, you sped off into the night, hurriedly making your way to the Wayne estate.

Tim stood there, like a lovestruck idiot, but was soon interrupted when Damian sounded in his ears.

"Drake, where the hell are you?"

Right. I have a job to do.

Pressing his earpiece, he spoke, "Red Robin to Nightwing, What's up?"

"Thank god," Dick said in relief, "The Penguin got into the Gala and now is holding the patrons' hostage. The big man is still in there and can't escape to change. We need you to try and get as many hostages as you can out."

Tim's eyes widened, The Gala, He just sent you back there. Oh no.

Now panicked, Tim summoned one of the batcycles, making quick work to get you to safety.

Lazily, you made your way back to the large ballroom. Your legs were killing you from the long walk, hoping the whole time that Tim would somehow come back to keep you company.

"Why the hell did they build this place so far away from town?" You muttered to yourself as you dragged your way in.

Pulling one of the doors open, you gasped at the sight.

There stood Penguin, the stocky man armed with a gun, surrounded by goons with matching rifles. Along the back sat numerous patrons, all quivering in fear at the trigger happy rogue.

Your hearts ached when you caught sight of your parents. Your father had blood running down his face and your mother, Oh god. Your mother was unresponsive, laying on the floor,

That made you snap, any shred of common sense fled your body as you raced into the hall making a beeline for your mom.

"Mother!" You called out, voice strained and shaky from fear.

You sprinted towards your parents but was soon stopped when gunshots went off.

"Get back!" seethed the Penguin. "Get back or I'll shoot."

Freezing, you put your hands up, shielding your head.

"Good." You sensed the short man strolling closer and your breath stilled. "Now," He addressed the crowd, "Since a few of you socialites think I'm playing - I'll use little rich girl here to prove I mean business."

"No!" your father yelled, "Please don't! Mr Cobbelpot, I'll give you all of my fortunes, just please don't shoot."

Oswald laughed at your father's pleas, then before you could even react, turned the gun at him and pulled the trigger.

You screamed, but you seemed to be the only one troubled. Peaking through your covered eyes, you saw that your father was, in fact, fine. The bullet never hit.

In its place stood Red Robin, arm up in a defensive position blocking the shot.

Penguin groaned in annoyance, "Will you bat-brats ever let me have my fun?"

Tim lunged at the Penguin, fighting the man for the gun. Meanwhile, Nightwing snuck in from the side entrance, helping assist all of the members to safety. "This way. Stay calm and follow me." He whispered, not trying to draw attention to the scared patrons.

Amidst the chaos, your father yelled out to you, signalling for you to run over to his side.

You pounced at the opportunity, getting up from your kneeling state only to be jerked back into someone's chunky arms. Penguin.

"Where do you think you're going missy?" He hissed, "Looks like this little bird isn't a listener."

You struggled against the man's grip, thrashing about in any attempt at freedom.

"Let her go." Red Robin stared down Penguin, bo-staff at the ready.

"Awe. Does one wittle bwirdie have a crush on another?" The rogue teased.

"Let her go." He said once more, this time venom lacing his tone.

Something cold pressed against your cheek and you came to realize it was the barrel of Penguins gun. In fright, you trashed more, only for Penguin to tighten his grip. "Make me, bird boy."

The action happened so fast, your brain couldn't even recognize who was hitting who. What you did know was that you were finally free of Penguins meaty hands and now we're amongst the hostages.

You watched in amazement as Red Robin hit, punched, kicked and wailed at Penguin, every mark hitting successfully. In a matter of no time, Penguin and his two goons were on the floor, Red Robin standing triumphantly above him.

Without even thinking twice, you ran over to the hero and embraced him. He backed away a bit, cheeks turning pink. He was not expecting that.

"Thank you." You whispered into his chest.

Still a bit shocked, he gave a small nod, "Um, yeah. Of course"

The embrace didn't last too long as you pulled away quickly, a thought rushing to your head. Is Tim okay?

"Oh my gosh. Mr Red Robin sir, my friend was coming back here and I don't know if he's okay or not. I didn't see him among the others and I just need to be sure he's okay. His name is Tim Drake." You rambled on.

Red Robin nodded, "He's safe. Don't worry." Though cryptic, you trusted the vigilantes words and gave him one final embrace.

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therealrosebuddies · 5 years ago

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Not sure how to talk to you

Warnings: blood- surgery?

Pairings: The Mandalorian x Reader

Description: Maybe part of a series I’ll write? I just got really excited after reading @whirlybirbs stuff, and I felt like writing again. Anyway, this is just a drabble that is a part of bigger story that I’ve been thinking of. Basically the Mandalorian has to make sure reader can’t doesn’t bounty hunters keep following her, so he was to remove the tracking chip. They start bonding- a little bit at least.

The hanger door shut with a mechanical slam, shutting out the sounds of rain and blaster fire. You gasp unsteadily, watching the Mandalorian stalk past you and up to the cockpit. The child wriggles in your dripping arms, shaking the condensation from its large ears as you catch your breath. The ship lifts off then, the lurch sending you stumbling ungracefully into the wall. You wait in silence, almost afraid to move for fear of ruining the escape in some convoluted way. The ship shudders again and you feel the momentum picking up, the sound of the engines beginning to replace the unrelenting rain. You let out a breath you hadn’t known you had been holding. The child babbles at you, grabbing softly at your wet clothes. You glance down at the alien, a smile finally playing on your lips. Only a few moments ago, you had thought the two of you were doomed, two high bounties trapped between the wall and a dozen Kaminoan clones. Luckily that wall had been a window, and you had a bounty hunter on your side with a gun that shattered windows- and a brand new jet-pack he had borrowed only a few minutes earlier. You pushed your sopping wet hair from your forehead, shifting the child onto your left hip as you glanced up into the cockpit. Except for the child and the now soft sounds of the engine, it was completely quiet. You assumed that you were out of immediate danger now or there would’ve been a lot more turbulence. Shivers ran up your spine as your adrenaline ran off, realizing suddenly how soaked and cold you were. The child murmured again, this time grabbing for your ear as you looked around the lower cabin of the ship. You both needed new clothes. You gently placed the soaking baby on the floor, scared to let it’s almost oversized head drop to the ground. When you were sure the child didn’t need your help to sit up, you stepped away, looking for the single bag you had taken with you. You felt the two large eyes following your quick footsteps around the cabin, rubbing your arms as you look for your bag. Where could it have gone? As you did so, it turned out that there were two pairs of eyes on you. Or a pair of eyes and one visor. You stopped abruptly, having caught the metallic figure from the corner of your eye. You hadn’t heard the Mando come down the ladder- he had seemingly just appeared there. You glanced at him, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. If this had been anyone else, he probably would be asking how you were, or at the bare minimum commenting on what had just occurred. But after these last couple of days, you knew that wouldn’t be the case. You stood up straight, your eyes glancing down at your bag in his hand. “Here.” He said coolly, leaning slightly from his place on the latter, dropping the bag into your arms. You pursed your lips as you stared down at the bag, still feeling slightly intimidated by the beskar clad bounty hunter. Sure, during an adrenaline-filled escape, you didn’t think about that at all. But without the threat of imminent death, you weren’t really sure how to talk to that masked face. “Get changed. We need to take that chip out of your arm.” You blinked in surprise, looking up much quicker than you meant to. You had made the detour to Kamino for that very purpose, one that had been performed successfully on the then heavily sedated child. By the time they were ready for you, the Mandalorian had already discovered that the Kaminoans were intending to take the both of you for your bounties. There hadn’t been enough time for you to realize what escaping was going to mean for you after. The Mandalorian must have noticed your hesitation, following you’re gaze down to the child. “I only have a mild painkiller. It’s not much-” “It’s fine,” You assured quickly, heat rushing into your cheeks as you realized how your reaction must have looked, “I’m going to change.” He watched you go for a moment and then bent down and grabbed the child, who accompanied him as he climbed the ladder.

You’d be fine. ********************** “Ah-” You bit down hard on your lip, eyebrows furrowed as the Mandalorian reached with his other hand, swiping over the wound with gauze once again. The dark red blood that rose from the tiny cut seemed much too abundant for you not to feel antsy. Your free hand was pressed into the metal bench at your side, nails digging into your palm. Despite the painkiller, you still very much felt the burning sensation of the knife digging into you. It was that pain alone that made you want to cry. But your impromptu surgeon hadn’t even gotten close to the chip yet, so you had to distract yourself- do something so you wouldn’t seem like such a wimp. A harder surge of pain raced up your arm and you let out a yelp, immediately going to cover your mouth with your free fist. The Mandalorian stopped, tilting his helmet so you knew for certain he was looking at you. Now more nervous with his gaze on your face, you broke into an unsteady smile, almost like you were trying to refute the yelp that had just escaped your mouth. “Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that one.” You lied, eyes smarting. The bounty hunter kept his gaze on you, unmoving and silent for what to you seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds. “Hold onto my arm.” He ordered simply, gesturing to the hand that was keeping you from moving too much. Your eyes flickered upward in surprise, eyebrows furrowing. But after a brief moment, you listened, free hand slowly taking hold of the metal and fabric of his forearm. The pain continued and your grip tightened, but you began to take it better and you weren’t sure why. Was he taking it a little easier- or was holding someone else really that distracting? You kept your hand in its place for the rest of the surgery, only grunting loudly a few times after that… at least until it came time for the removal of the chip. You heard the Mandalorian inhale as he shifted, cocking his head. Your gaze followed his, hand squeezing harder. “Have you ever done this before?” You asked, wincing slightly as he readied the two knives he had in your skin. With as experienced as he was, you would have expected this kind of thing to have happened plenty of times. He must have helped a few wealthy paying bounties to get rid of their tracking chips. “No.” He replied simply and then yanked the chip from your arm. The exclamation that left your lips was unrestrained this time and you jerked backward, instinctively trying to rip your arm away. “Ow! OW!” You yelled as the Mando kept a firm hold on your arm, pressing it back onto the table. “Why did you do that?!” “It’s done now isn’t it?” The bounty hunter replied calmly, again wiping the blood from your arm as you stamped your foot on the ground, no longer timid. “Well next time, warn me!” You insisted, face screwed up in a scowl, the attempts at seeming cool-headed completely forgotten. You turned away from your surgeon, blood boiling. The Mandalorian simply finished the operation, quickly sewing up the wound and beginning to bandage your forearm. He glanced at you as he did, and you could feel him looking at you. You huffed, snapping back to look at him. “Don’t you need to be looking at the arm to wrap?” “I was.” You narrowed your eyes but kept your mouth shut, knowing you had no evidence to support your claim. “You didn’t get hurt anywhere?” Taken aback, your eyes widened as your facial features softened. The Mando kept his helmet pointed down on your arm, seeming very busy with the bandages. “No.” You eventually answered, turning away as the end of the fabric was tucked tight. Your arm was lowered slowly, and you could hear the bounty hunter cleaning off the tools. “Good. I had checked over the kid, so I just needed to make sure-” “Cool.” You said much too quickly, standing up almost as fast. Whatever he was trying to say, you didn’t want to here it. But then your head began to spin, causing you to lean back against the small table, wincing when you did so on the bandaged arm. Cursing, you straightened back up, all too aware of the silent Mandalorian watching you. You took a deep breath, once again trying to compose yourself as you straightened your arms and closed your eyes. He must have thought you looked so stupid. “I am going to bed. Wake me if I’m needed.” You stated stiffly, face coloring dark as you walked slowly toward the pull out cot you used. Maybe if you slept hard enough, you would just die. Sleeping was just practice for death after all. Meanwhile, the Mandalorian kept his eyes on you, watching as you clambered unsteadily into the covers. He saw you wince as you laid down, wondering for a moment if he needed to make sure you were okay. You seemed so fragile, so devoid of any armor or protection that it confused him when you would run head long into danger. He wanted to make sure you were okay, even when he had been performing surgery that would ultimately protect you. But before he made up his mind, the soft crying of the child broke him from his thoughts and drew him away from you. This would just have to be something he would have to get better at- this, this talking to you.

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caranfindel · 4 years ago

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Recap/review 15.18: “Despair”

THEN: The key to Billie's library. Billie wants to become God. Cas made a deal with The Empty. Chuck absorbed Amara. Jack absorbed Adam's rib. Dean pointed a gun at Sam (DEAN POINTED A GUN AT SAM.) Chuck is pissed. Jack is going to explode.

NOW: We begin right where we left off last week, with Jack about to explode with God-killing power. Sam half-carries him into the map table room, Cas tells him to take deep breaths and focus, and Dean gets all panicky and is no help at all. Jack wants the guys to just leave him outside in order to minimize the damage when he goes kaboom. {Sidebar... how far away would he have to be, considering that his explosive power could kill God? Discuss.} Dean yells at Sam to find one of Rowena's spells (and oh, Sam as Rowena's apprentice; there's a plot that was sadly wasted, wasn't it?) but he's interrupted by Billie and her scythe, which she's carrying in a very obvious way. She's furious, and tells them the plan to destroy Chuck was doomed "because of you." Billie can't stop Jack's earth-shattering kaboom, "but there is something I can do." She sends him to the Empty. Empty!Meg cheerfully points out that he doesn't look so hot, but then he looks explosively hot. Ah, there's our earth-shattering kaboom!

Bunker. Billie explains that The Empty was the only option to absorb the impact of Jack the Bomb. And that he's not necessarily dead, because taking out Chuck and Amara was the part that was fatal, not actually being the bomb. Hmm. So Jack's point of no return wasn't actually a point of no return after all. It's kinda retconny, but not really? I've decided it's logical and I approve.

However, if the Empty survives, "it's gonna be pissed." Particularly at Billie. And it's very strong. Billie and Sam remind us that the Empty can only come to Earth if it's summoned. They do not get into the details of what constitutes a summoning, but I'm sure that isn't important. And Billie might be willing to bring Jack back, assuming he survived, but not until Sam returns what he took from her. Chuck's death book.

Sam immediately goes on the attack. He points out that she was planning to betray them from the start, leading to the deaths of all the AU refugees and everyone who was brought back from death, including him and Dean. "Even if I give you the book," he says, "what's to stop you from stabbing us in the back? Killing us all?"

"Nothing," Billie says. She gets up in Sam's face and tells him Jack won't last long. Either give her the book now, or lose him forever. (Can I just point out that Sam is still a little bloody from Dean punching him in the face? After he pointed a gun at him?)

Meanwhile, in the Empty, we discover that Jack is still alive (yay) and that this episode was directed by Richard Speight (yay). He is surrounded by particles that gradually form back into Empty!Meg. And, as predicted, she's pissed.

In the bunker, Sam brings the book to Billie, but ignores her outstretched hand and slams it onto the table instead. It's a pointless little burst of defiance and I love it.

Billie flips to the end to read the new ending of God's book, "since you ruined the last one." She seems to like what she reads. Sam says "Wait, the ends of your books change? So me killing Rowena was presented as unavoidable fate but it really wasn't necessary at all?" No, he actually doesn't. But I do, on his behalf. It's a pointless little burst of defiance. Over in the Empty, Empty!Meg grabs Jack's head and says "you made it loud!" and this is a conversation I've had with my dogs in the wee dark hours of the morning more times than I can count because we just want to SLEEP, GUYS but before she can actually crush his head, Billie zaps him back to the bunker.

Billie tells the guys that Jack is hers because he's still useful. Dean responds by grabbing her scythe and swinging at her. She flings him away, but she's wounded and bleeding light. Oh, and she dropped the book. Sam and Cas ignore Dean crumpled over against the wall - Cas runs to comfort Jack, and Sam runs to pick up the book. Unfortunately, he can't open it. Dean says "hey, thanks for not helping me, guys" and Sam says "oh, I'm sorry, I guess I'm still a little rattled from you punching me in the face after you pointed a gun at me." No, he doesn't. But I do, on his behalf.

Several people have pointed out how skinny Jared looks in these last few episodes, but this is the first time I've noticed it. It will be interesting to see how he looks in the two that were filmed after their Covid shutdown.

Time jump. Dean is sitting in the library, drinking whiskey. And I've said it a million times but I'll say it again - I could watch an entire episode that was just Dean drinking. And then it gets even better when Sam walks in wearing only a v-neck t-shirt. Single layer Sam alert, guys! How long has it been? Dean slides the bottle over to him and we get a little bonus hand porn and then this happens:

Sam, I'm sorry about... everything.

Dean, you don't have to -

I pulled a gun on you. It's like I just couldn't stop. You know, we were so close to beating him. Like, I could smell Chuck's blood in the water, and I - nothing else mattered. It was everything. And I just couldn't snap out of it.

Well, you did. You've snapped me out of worse.

Hmmm. Am I missing a time when Dean snapped Sam out of something? I mean, I know in Stull, Sam was able to overcome Lucifer because of Dean. But that was Sam snapping himself out of it. And Dean convinced Sam to give up the trials, but that wasn't Sam under anything that he needed to be "snapped out of." I think if you're going to give Dean credit for snapping himself out of it when confronted by his teary eyed, bloodied little brother, you have to give Sam credit for snapping himself out of his own situations.

It doesn't matter. All that matters is these two sitting quietly in the dark, drinking whiskey together.

Dean's feeling some despair (nice) because Billie wants them dead, Jack is powerless (oh, wait, when did that happen?), and Michael isn't answering his prayers. No one is on their side. "Well, we regroup, somehow," says Sam. They drink a sad little toast to "somehow," and I die a thousand deaths.

Billie's library. Billie stalks angrily through the stacks. A reaper informs her he put up warding to keep the Empty out, and asks if the plan has changed. Yes, it has.

Elsewhere, a woman we don't know is cooking some seriously dry scrambled eggs. She thinks she knows what she's doing, because she's explaining to someone else in the room how to cook eggs so they're "not too runny, not too dry" but seriously. Gordon Ramsay would be appalled. {Sidebar: Gordon's eggs actually look a bit too runny for my taste, and my family would refuse to eat them, but this lady's dry crumbly eggs are still an abomination.} She turns around and we see AU Charlie sitting at the kitchen table. Oh, Charlie has a girlfriend! Sweet. And she must be in love, because she tells this girlfriend that they're the best eggs she's ever had. And also, she's still hunting. Guess she didn't retire to a mountaintop after all. Probably because she couldn't get wifi. Anyway. Her girlfriend's plate crashes to the floor because her girlfriend abruptly disappeared. (Aw, her name was Stevie. Stevie and Charlie. How cute is that?)

Time jump. Charlie's apartment building is called Kim Manor. Nice.

As Sam runs the EMF meter (and there's a nice wordless conversation where Sam lets Dean know he didn't find anything), Charlie talks about how they met (thanks to AU Bobby) and how she experienced nothing when Stevie disappeared. No sulphur smell, no cold, nothing. Dean and Sam have another wordless conversation about what they think happened.

Dean and Sam explain that Billie wants to send all the AU people back to their now non-existent worlds. So Stevie was from AU World too? I guess that explains how AU Bobby knew her. Coincidentally, Sam's phone rings, and it's AU Bobby. They have an extremely short conversation in which Sam learns that another AU hunter simply vanished. And there's no explanation on Sam's end, just "yeah, I understand." So have they already talked to AU Bobby about the Billie situation? Or was Sam and Bobby's conversation literally "hey, a hunter vanished into thin air, how weird is that" and "yeah, I understand" with no further discussion? Anyway. Dean says it's open season on anyone from another world (aw, sorry, Winchesters in Brazil), anyone who came back from the dead, and Sam gets a horrified look on his face and says "Eileen." Oh shit!

Meanwhile, out by the Impala, in broad daylight, Jack tells Cas that he feels strange because the plan failed and his destiny was averted. "I was ready to die, and I wanted to - for Sam, for Dean, for the world - I wanted to make things right. And now I don't know why I'm even here." OF COURSE HE LISTED SAM FIRST. Cas tells him he didn't need absolution from anyone, and that they care about him not because of his usefulness, but just because he's him. Somewhere Dean says "um, wait." Jack is scared because he's powerless and can't protect anyone. Cas is too. So, did Jack lose his powers after the earth shattering kaboom? Or earlier, and I just wasn't paying attention?

Nighttime. Dean speeds down the road as Sam texts Eileen. I don't know where Eileen is, but she must be pretty far away from Kim Manor. Sam told her to get out of her house, go somewhere public, and wait by her car. Now, I cover the guest star credits, so I don't know if Shoshanna is in this episode. But even unspoiled, I'm pretty sure she's not going to be there when they arrive. She starts to type a response, as evidenced by the bubbles, but then stops responding. Yep, just as I thought, no one is standing by her car. Sam finds her phone on the ground, cracked as if it were dropped (like, say, by someone who disappeared while holding it) and LOOK AT HER LOCKSCREEN. LOOK AT IT.

Some will say this is just the photo that pops up when Sam texts her but they are WRONG. This is her FREAKING LOCK SCREEN, PEOPLE.

Anyway. He sees the unfinished message she was writing, which says she's by her car. Aw, Sam. Dean tries to talk to him and he says "I can't - if I let myself go there, I'll lose my mind, I can't right now."

Aw, SAM!

Sam compartmentalizes his grief and jumps into take-care-of-everyone mode. He says they need to gather everyone together, and they need to find a location central to everyone. Well, I mean, there is one place I know of that is literally the central most point in the United States, maybe you could go there? It's supposed to be secure from all things supernatural, too. Dean says that while Sam is going that, he is going to go end what he started. OH, GOOD. I WAS HOPING THEY WOULD SPLIT UP. "We couldn't make Chuck pay, but Billie? She left her blade. Her I can kill." Hey, wouldn't be the first time. Sam agrees, Cas says he'll go with Dean, and we get a brother hug. Once again, Dean does the two things I love when he hugs Sam: 1. he puts his arms on top, as if he were still the taller brother, and b. he looks away and packs up his emotions before he lets Sam see his face after the hug. "Let's go, Cas," he says. "Let's go reap a reaper." Cas turns and follows without saying anything at all to Sam or Jack, but I'm sure that won't be an issue.

Time jump - it's daytime. Sam's on the phone with Donna, who is standing outside her truck (but didn't she used to have a big black SUV?) at that bridge we've seen so many times. She's sending him to "the old Harmon property," which should be just what he's looking for because it has an abandoned silo. I mean, I wouldn't jump immediately to abandoned silo, but maybe there weren't any abandoned warehouses around. She says it's in Hastings, just south of her, and if you think I didn't confirm that the town of Hastings is in fact about 30 minutes south of Stillwater, Minnesota then you just don't know me at all.

Sam is at a gas station and oh, he's driving Eileen's car! That's not heartbreaking at all. I guess she didn't have her keys in her pocket when she disappeared. (Hah, like Sam Winchester needs keys.) Donna and AU Bobby are rounding up everyone they can think of. She asks what the plan is, and Sam bends down creepily to look at Jack in the passenger seat and says "I'm still working on that." I mean, I know they keep telling us Jack lost his powers, but the way Sam looks at him right here certainly suggests Jack is part of the plan, and maybe not in a good way. (Spoiler alert: seriously, why do I even bother.)

Sam comes around to Jack's window and tells him he needs him to drive, because Sam needs to work on archives and spells and stuff. And is that true, or is this just "I don't expect you to live through this part so I want to let you have some time behind the wheel of Eileen's 1970 Plymouth Valiant?" (At least that's what The Husband thinks it is.)

Bunker. Enter Dean and Cas. Dean declares that if Billie isn't in her library, they'll just trash the place to "smoke her out." It's an interesting choice of words.

Foreshadowing Dean as the new Death? (Remember, I'm completely unspoiled. I know nothing.)

Silo. Let's stick to this location for now. Sam and Jack pull up and are greeted by Donna. Jack goes inside to set up the warding, and Donna gives Sam a nice hug.

I want to be there.

She tells him she's sorry about Eileen and gets one of his sad little nods that I love so much. Bobby is already here, and she name-drops Garth and Jody and the girls, saying they're on "high alert." Sam tells her they're not on Billie's list, so they should be safe. And so should Donna. Well, that's good to know. Sam's surprised to see Charlie pull up. She tells him "I just don't want this to happen to anyone else." I don't know what you think you're going to be able to do, Charlie, but okay.

Turns out the silo is actually a Tardis, so I guess maybe it was a good choice. It's huge on the inside, and is also more finished than any silo I've ever been in (which is, okay, one silo, but still.) The interior is already heavily warded. Several people are milling about. {Sidebar: How many hunters were away from the bunker when Michael attacked, and why have none of them returned?} Bobby tells Sam that as soon as the hunters heard he wanted them there, they came running. "Whether you like it or not, you're the big man here." Hey, I wonder if the guy who called him Chief is here. Bobby, being a man after my own heart, is mostly concerned about the bathroom situation. Sam hopes they won't be there long enough for it to be an issue. He has a spell from Rowena (!) that should boost the strength of the wards, but that's all he has. Bobby doesn't look very reassured, and glances in a foreshadowy way at a family with kids. Sam looks around at all of these people he feels responsible for and takes a deep breath and oh, my heart.

Donna and Jack are painting more wards. Jack bends down to look at a plant, and Donna comes up to him and says "I'm no expert on this hoodoo stuff, but best we patch that up, yeah?" and I don't know what the hell she's talking about. What is this plant disturbing? Jack reaches out to touch the plant and it withers away as his hand gets close. Friends, I'm pretty sure this is a bad sign. Jack is too. He stares at his hand, and if he'd been watching a few seasons ago, he would have noticed that plants did the same thing when Amara touched them. Coincidence???

Later we see everyone watch as Sam recites the spell. (Yes, it's hot. Do you even have to ask?) The sigils glow red briefly and then fade, and the music turns ominous and I think this means his boost failed. But I guess not, because Sam says now they wait. But they don't have to wait long, because suddenly one of the children dissolves into smoke. One by one, all of the AU people dissolve like they've been snapped by Thanos. Charlie runs up to Sam and says "Sam, what do we do" just like Maggie did, and just like Maggie she's taken out immediately. Sam watches in horror as AU Bobby smokes out. He turns to Donna, who says "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good," and then Donna is gone! Crap! Jack and Sam are left staring at the empty-except-for-them silo.

One more serving of despair, coming right up.

On to the other side.

Dean enters Billie's library, brandishing the scythe. Cas follows, bearing only a hangdog expression. Dean motions for him to go one direction and Dean goes the other, soon finding Billie. He thinks he's sneaking up behind her, but she says "So, I guess this is the part where I say hello boys. Hello, boys." Oh, I was wrong; Cas has his angel blade. Billie snarks about Dean's bad aim, and he says he wasn't trying to kill her then (which seems like a lie), but he is now, because of what she's doing to his people. Billie slams him against the wall again. She chokes Cas Darth Vader-style from a distance, and then the old fashioned way. "Remember when you stabbed me in the back?" she says. "Because I do." Oh, that's funny, because earlier Sam said she was going to stab them in the back. She should have said "like you stabbed me?"

Dean comes to the rescue by poking her with the blunt end of the scythe rather than the pointy end, so maybe she was right about his bad aim. Then he gets the blade against her throat (but still not the sharp end, just the back) and demands that she stop killing his friends. She says she didn't - it was Chuck. And Dean's wasting time.

I'm considering it time well spent, because it looks so nice.

Billie tells Dean the injury he gave her earlier is something she can't recover from - she's going to die. She pulls away her coat to show him a nasty festering wound, and I wonder why something so physical would kill her, but. Eh. She tells him she doesn't care about his friends or family. "But seeing you here has reminded me of something. There is one thing I'd like. One wish before I go. I'd like to see you dead." She grabs her scythe back, flings the boys around, and slowly stalks toward them. Dean and Cas rush through the door back into the bunker.

Dean is panicky again, trying to figure out what to do next. He's suddenly struck down by chest pain, and I expect to see someone sticking a knife (or a scythe) in his back, but it's actually Billie doing it Darth Vader-style again. Cas drags him away as Billie monologues. "It's you, Dean; it's always been you. Death-defying. Rule-breaking. You are everything I lived to set right. To put down. To tame. You are human disorder incarnate." Yeah, we know, Dean's awesome. We get this speech every season.

Cas and Dean end up in the dungeon storeroom. Cas gets Dean's knife out of his pocket and cuts his own hand to paint a sigil on the door. It looks like an angel banishing sigil, but apparently it block's Billie's power. Not permanently, though, because it fades as she pounds on the door. Cas says that since the wound is killing her, they just have to wait her out.

Yeah, and if we can't?

Then we fight.

We'll lose. I just led us into another trap. All because I couldn't hurt Chuck. Because I was angry, and because I just needed something to kill, and because that's all I know how to do.

Dean.

It was Chuck all along. We never should have left Sam and Jack. We should be there with them now.

Yes you should, Dean, you really really should. Dean is practically drowning in despair, which, you know. Is a good thing. 10/10 would recommend. "She's gonna get through that door," he tells Cas. "And she's gonna kill you, and then she's gonna kill me. I'm sorry."

"Wait, there is one thing she's afraid of," Cas says. "There's one thing strong enough to stop her." He tells Dean about the deal he made to save Jack in the Empty.

Friends, I'm going to do you a favor. If you haven't seen the episode, and aren't planning to watch the episode, I want you to read this paragraph and then skip down until you see the pretty picture of Dean. And start reading after that picture. Trust me. So, Cas summons the Empty just as Billie breaks down the door. The Empty kills Billie, but she also takes Cas. Dean is saved but Cas is gone.

{Sigh. Can I skip this part? No, I owe it to you.}

Cas explains that the Empty was going to come snatch him away as soon as he experienced a moment of true happiness. But happiness isn't having, happiness is knowing. And Dean is wonderful and "Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love." You just threatened to shoot your little brother for love, for example. Cas is teary eyed and Dean looks confused as hell and I pause the TV and turn to The Husband and we have this conversation:

I don't think I can watch this.

Why, because it's so sappy?

No, because I think they're going to kiss.

What? Why would they kiss? Is there something I'm missing?

Because part of the fandom WANTS them to kiss, and there's this group of fans that are super obnoxious about it, and they harass the actors and the writers and I think now the show thinks EVERYBODY wants them to kiss. Even though the guy who plays Dean* says it would never happen. Because I know he wasn't happy about the way the show ended, and I'm afraid this is why he wasn't happy.

...

I don't think they're gonna kiss.

If they do, I'm done.

*The Husband is not on a first name basis with Jensen.

So, let me point out that The Husband, who watches this show the way a normal human being watches a show (i.e., doesn't interact with the fandom at all), had absolutely NO expectation that they would kiss. Anyway, with some trepidation, I push play again. And Cas is still going. Dean is the most caring, selfless, loving human being on earth (OH GOD MAKE IT STOP) and knowing him has changed Cas.

Why does this sound like a goodbye?

Because it is. I love you.

Don't do this, Cas.

We see a black blob materialize behind Dean, because even though the Empty can only come to Earth if it's summoned, there it is. And I could argue about whether Cas being happy actually summoned the damn thing but I've already lost the will to live, so instead I'm going to describe to you how I watched in horror, with my finger hovering over the pause button, as Cas reached out to Dean and put his hand on his shoulder. But he just pushed him out of the way. Thank you baby Jesus. Billie breaks the door down as the Empty slurps into the dungeon. It surrounds Cas and Billie and sucks them into its depths. Dean is left alone. Oh, and he has a bloody palm print on his jacket from Cas grabbing his shoulder. I guess someone did watch a little bit of older seasons after all. Hard to tell sometimes.

I mean, at least he looked good, right?

Back at the silo. I've decided it must be mostly underground and isn't a grain silo like I thought. So what kind of silo do Yankees have that's mostly underground? Anyway. Jack and Sam emerge, having failed catastrophically at their mission. Sam is trying to call Dean, who isn't answering. He looks mildly panicky. "Sam?" Jack says, a little shaky. "Was it just them?"

OH CRAP. I didn't even think of that possibility.

"I don't know," Sam says, also shaky. And as we see an empty gas station and playground, it really looks like it wasn't just them at all. Sam and Jack look at each other, alone and terrified. And back in the bunker's dungeon, Dean's phone rings. It's Sam. He doesn't answer.

Despair!

So. You know how sometimes something really good will happen in an episode? And I'll say, no matter how bad this episode is, this 90 seconds makes it worth it? Well, sometimes the opposite happens. Sometimes you get a two or three minute scene - a horribly written, badly acted scene - and it's so awful that it ruins an episode. A season. A show. I'm angry that the showrunners pandered to a small, noisy minority of fans to throw something into the show that most fans didn't want and didn't help the story at all. I'm annoyed that, once again, Dean is put up on an embarrassingly overwrought pedestal. I'm kind of amused that they did this in the worst way possible. Cas's love was unrequited (unless they screw that up in the next episode), Misha's acting caused so much secondhand embarrassment that I had a hard time watching again, and from what I see on Tumblr, half of the Destihellers are furious because "Dean is a homophobe." Which is bullshit. Not returning someone's romantic affection isn't homophobia. It's consent. (I know... on this show? Ha ha.)

{Sidebar: If "Destiel" means the characters have mutual feelings for each other, doesn't this mean Destiel is not, in fact, canon? I mean, it was already so badly written that one could argue Cas wasn't proclaiming romantic love, but just a life-changing experience thanks to one human. Discuss.}

But I need to stop thinking about it. I can't - if I let myself go there, I'll lose my mind, I can't right now.

And this wasn't even the Buckleming episode, friends. There is probably a Buckleming episode left.

I got so distracted by this nonsense that I almost forgot to talk about the Jack situation. So here's how I feel about that. I love Jack as a character. I love him as someone the Winchesters could lose (Basically, someone to stuff in the fridge? Why not.) But I don't want him to be one of them. I don't want Jack's story to be treated as if it were as important as the Winchester's story. Just like I didn't want Cas to have his own plots. I want it always, always to come down to Sam and Dean.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll have more to say. But for right now, all I'm saying is this: I pledge to stick with this show, to stick with fanworks, no matter how badly they fuck up the landing. But guys, you don't have to try so hard to fuck it up.

Two to go. As always, help me stay unspoiled, including casting info and episode titles.

#spn #15.18 #spoilers #recap #tv recaps

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goldenworldsabound · 4 years ago

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Return To Motostoke II

Golden and Kabu meet up for a battle! Except for his ace, Kabu treats the battle as if he were the gym leader in the Galar challenge to account for Golden’s team being mostly freshly caught. Both of them grapple with their feelings and the fact that Haunter keeps causing trouble. Direct sequel to Return To Motostoke I.

Content warnings: None. Word count: 4413

"Ninetales, go!" Kabu's expression was serious as he released his Poke'mon onto the field.

"Alright, have at it, May!" Golden's Drednaw appeared on the field. From day 1 May had been eager to train, so it had the good fortune to have evolved already. The same could not be said of the shy Sizzlipede that had draped herself over Golden's shoulder, watching with shiny eyes. Meanwhile, Tak and Haunter were sitting at the back of the field together, cheering on Golden and their fellow Poke'mon.

"I'm not surprised you're going for the type advantage." Kabu commented.

"That is the advantage of not being a type locked gym leader." Golden quirked back. "It's also a little coincidental in the case of May."

The two trainers were not idly making banter. Both of them was sizing up their opponents Poke'mon, contemplating how the battle would go. Ninetales was faster, but weaker to physical hits. But if it landed a Will-o-wisp on May, that would have quite an impact on the battle. But there was no doubt that in casting such an attack, Ninetales would take a solid hit. Both trainers were aware of this immediately, and adjusted as such.

"Will-o-wisp!" Kabu commanded suddenly. If he could get the upper hand quickly...

"Protect!" Golden called out. May ducked into it's shell just in time, Will-o-wisp passing harmlessly by. "Rock Tomb!" If May could move fast enough, Ninetales could be slowed and trapped-

Ninetales dashed away, dodging the falling rocks with an impressive grace. Golden cursed under her breath, but even Kabu could see from across the field that she was grinning.

"Quick attack!" Ninetales moved fast, and May had little hope of dodging.

"Water gun!" Despite the attack being Special rather than Physical, and thus far weaker, Golden didn't see a better option. Ninetales darted in and out, taking the occasional hit from water gun. This was a battle of attrition. But Golden had a feeling there was more coming.

"Fire spin!"

"Protect!" In a battle of attrition, a move like that would turn the tide. Golden grit her teeth, knowing what was coming next. She had no doubt Kabu had known she would use Protect there.

"Will-o-wisp!" "Liquidation!"

Golden gave out her command at the same time as Kabu. He looked surprised, but understanding crossed his face. Ninetales was already too close to change course - it had no chance to dodge May's full-bodied water attack. While Ninetales did get it's Will-o-wisp attack off, the cost was most of it's hit points. If the battle of attrition continued now, it was clear that Ninetales would lose. Kabu weighed the situation. If this was a gym challenger, he would go all out to knock out Golden's Poke'mon. But they'd agreed on one-on-one matches.

"We concede." Kabu raised up a hand, stalling Golden's attack. "I wasn't expecting you to know liquidate already! You and May must have been training hard."

Golden grinned. "May was very eager. I'm sure if Ninetales had been fighting at full strength it would have been a much different fight!" Golden commented though, trying not to seem overly pleased with her victory to save Kabu's feelings.

"Hm. In any case. Ready for round 2?" Kabu quirked a brow at her, face still serious. She could sense a hint of humor in his tone, and was relieved by it.

"You bet! Xarkussi!" Golden tossed the Poke'ball with a flourish, revealing a Runerigus.

Kabu looked surprised as he drew his own Poke'ball. "Runerigus is a rare sight."

"It was certainly a pain to get the little fella evolved." Golden commented, face growing focused as Kabu's Arcanine appeared on the field. "Took a fair amount of time!"

"I would imagine so." Kabu replied, biding time as he considered the situation. Runerigus was slow. Arcanine was fast. But if Golden's Runerigus had trained as much as her Drednaw had, and it knew Earthquake...speed wouldn't much matter. Arcanine didn't have much to counter that. Even if Kabu switched over to using his full strength, it would be a rough fight for him.

"Agility." Kabu figured his best bet was to outspeed Runerigus and lay into it with damage.

"Shadow claw!" Golden didn't waste the opportunity. Xarkussi slashed at Arcanine with a shadow that rose up from the floor, landing a solid hit. Arcanine shook the attack off, but shivered. The shadow remained stuck onto it's fur, making it a slightly easier target.

Kabu frowned at that. "Bite!" Arcanine latched onto Xarkussi. Golden was glad that Runerigus tended to have such high defense - the attack hit hard regardless though.

"Sand tomb!" It was hard for Xarkussi to miss at such a close angle. That and the effects of shadow claw made the attack hit harder, damaging Arcanine a fair bit. It growled in response, relinquishing it's hold on Xarkussi to back up to a respectable distance, flinching as the sand rubbed against it painfully.

"Agility, and follow that up with another Bite!"

Arcanine had time to make both moves, but the sand was distracting. Runerigus still took the hit, but it retaliated immediately with Disable. Kabu's signature scowl deepened as he realized his super effective move was out of play. Fine - Flame Wheel was strong enough.

"Agility, and then Flame Wheel!"

Again, Runerigus took the hit like a champ, it's expression still unerringly pleased. As Arcanine retreated, Golden made an important play.

"Haze." A blue ish haze filled the arena for a moment, reducing all stat changes the two Poke'mon had taken. Kabu's eyes widened. His Agility advantage was diminishing. Unfortunately, Intimidate was lifted now too, making Runerigus stronger. Was she going to use Earthquake now?

Arcanine was still faster.

"Flame Wheel!" Arcanine lunged forward, making contact with Runerigus. It's health went dangerously low. But Runerigus grabbed onto Arcanine.

"Stone Edge!" With the assist from Shadow Claw still loosely in effect, Xarkussi landed a critical hit. Arcanine collapsed with a yelp as the stone struck it from below.

"Okay, that was pretty stressful." Golden said, slouching for a moment, and wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"I was convinced you were going to use Earthquake." Kabu replied, healing up Arcanine.

"Xarkussi isn't quite that high level yet. But I was able to buy a Stone Edge TR off of someone."

"I wasn't expecting that Haze either. Very devious of the two of you."

"Oh! Thank you!" Golden looked down shyly, feeling her heart swell as Kabu praised her. It felt nice to win, even if she knew he wasn't at his full strength.

"I'm not sure you would have won if you hadn't disabled Bite, though."

"Yes, that's...very true. In truth, I should have sent Xarkussi out to fight Ninetales if I was really thinking about type advantages."

Kabu nodded. "But you managed without doing that, using your Poke'mon's natural talents and a healthy dose of planning."

"Absolutely. Now it's time for the serious battle. Ace against ace." A bead of sweat dripped down Golden's face. Last time they'd let the two Poke'mon sort it out themselves for a while. Golden had thought long and hard about how to defeat Kabu's Centiskorch, and she was sure Kabu had done the same for her. She still didn't have a fool proof plan for the Gigantamax scenario. But she fully expected him to use all the tools at his disposal. She'd been clear that it was what she'd wanted.

Athens and Centiskorch took to the field. Golden wasted no time.

"Thunder Wave!" She called out. Athens responded instantly, their plan having been discussed ahead of time. Despite the shock that flashed across Kabu's face, Centiskorch dodged out of the way, weaving through the bolts of electricity gracefully.

"Fire Lash!"

"Retreat!"

Athens took to the air, a lick of flames brushing their underbelly as they didn't entirely escape Centiskorch's surprising response. Golden grit her teeth. Had Kabu been holding back in their first fight? Or had his training really been so effective? Or perhaps he'd simply found his motivation again.

"Air Slash!" Athens swooped down and blasted air at Centiskorch, who took the hit, unable to dodge the flurry of wind. In return, Centiskorch launched another Fire Lash, which landed more squarely. Golden knew that Fire Lash reduced the target's defense. She could see the effect on Athens, who was shaking off sweat as they flew out of reach, waiting for Golden's next command. Centiskorch had learned how to predict Athen's movements more consistently, and Golden knew they wouldn't get in any free hits.

Without waiting for Golden's command, Athens dove in, feinting for an Air Slash. At the last second, they changed their form, letting out a cry as they unleashed a Thunder Wave. Centiskorch was unable to fully dodge, but grabbed onto Athens with a Crunch, preventing the Poke'mon from taking to the air again. Athens cried out.

"Dazzling Gleam! Break free!" Golden cried urgently in response.

"Don't let go, Centiskorch! Keep Crunching!" Kabu yelled.

But a Dazzling Gleam to the face was more than Centiskorch could handle, even as the paralysis making it's jaw stiff made it hard to release. Athens made a mad dash for the sky, wavering for a moment before gaining sufficient altitude.

This was much worse than last time.

But Golden (and Athens) watched Centiskorch, noticing the Thunder Wave still arcing over it's body. Now there was a chance they could land hits unhindered.

"Another Air Slash!" Athens dove down, landing a hit before Centiskorch could retaliate. The paralysis was doing it's job. This continued for a few turns - Athens would dive in and assess if it was safe before landing an Air Slash on the poor Centiskorch. Kabu was gritting his teeth. The tide was turning.

"We'll risk it." Kabu murmured. "Get ready to Gigantamax!" Kabu held up his Dynamax band as he withdrew Centiskorch. Within moments the poke'ball had grown large, and Kabu threw it onto the field with fiery eyes. The massive Gigantamaxed form of Centiskorch appeared on the field. Golden felt a burst of heat from it, holding an arm up over her face. Athens was in a tizzy now, darting around trying to figure out how to be out of reach now.

"Remember our plan!" Golden yelled up at it. Centiskorch was still paralyzed. If they could dodge the first attack, maybe they could blind Centiskorch with a Dazzling Gleam right up in it's eyes.

"Max Flare!" Kabu called out.

Athens sped away as fast as it could, but with Centiskorch at that size, it was difficult to dodge it's attacks. Athens took the attack, tumbling to the ground. Golden could see that their health was low. But neither of them would give up.

Athens had tactically fallen closer to Centiskorch. With the attack ended, they made a beeline up to Centiskorch's face.

"Dazzling Gleam!" Golden called out unnecessarily, as Athens was already executing the plan.

Centiskorch screeched, surprised by the bright sparkles in it's eyes. It thrashed about in response, the combination of the temporary blindness and the paralysis making it unable to respond appropriately.

"Hang in there, Centiskorch! Max Flare!"

"Air Slash before it recovers!" Feeling confident despite the odds, Athens took the paralysis as an opening, slashing across Centiskorch's back, avoiding it's blazing hot stomach. As Athens flew into sight again, Centiskorch overcame the paralysis with a massive Max Flare. Athens felt to the ground again, but this time did not get up, barely hanging on to a single hit point.

"We concede!" Golden yelled, dashing onto the field with a Full Restore at the ready. At Kabu's signal, Centiskorch shrank down to it's normal size. It looked to Kabu, who was already jogging out to give it a Full Restore and head pats.

They headed over to Golden and Athens in time to see Athens looking sorrowfully at Golden.

"Aw it's okay Athens, you did your best! That Gigantamax thing is...whew." Golden wiped some sweat from her forehead. "And Centiskorch here is a very worthy opponent."

Kabu chuckled quietly. "Thank you for that. You did a remarkable job, Athens. That paralysis could have left us high and dry if you'd landed a more solid hit with it." Athens chirped appreciatively in response, while Centiskorch chittered it's agreement.

"You've really stepped up your game since last! Or were you going easy on me the first time?" Golden asked slyly, holding out a hand to shake. Kabu blinked at the question, but shook her hand firmly.

"I wasn't going easy on you. I think I'd just lost my fire." He admitted, laughing a little to cover how silly he felt saying that. "But you helped me bring it back."

Golden grinned. "Well I'm glad! If you keep fighting like that, you'll take the gym spot back no problem!!!"

Kabu smiled. "I hope so. I'll give it my best." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "If you really want to be a competitor in Galar, we should get you a Dynamax band. It's very hard to counter your opponents Dynamax if you can't do it yourself. Your attempt was very admirable, though. I didn't expect that Dazzling Gleam."

"Aw, well, thanks." Golden laughed as well. "I suppose it won't do me much good outside of Galar, though." Kabu shook his head. Golden didn't say any more, and Kabu took the hint. She's not sure if she'll be coming back here.

"In any case, despite the odds, you did great." Kabu reiterated with a friendly smile.

Now that the battle was over, Kabu found himself taking in her appearance. She was in grey basketball shorts and a black t-shirt - clearly not her most put together outfit. But he found himself considering that she'd look good in just about anything. Her hair was pulled back, but a few extra strands had fallen as she'd run around during their match. Her cheeks were pink with the exertion.

He became aware of his own flushed state as he took in hers. Even in this state...

She was undeniably attractive to him. He swallowed, looking away.

For her own part, Golden was having very similar thoughts. From the sweat on Kabu's brow that made the unruly strands of hair stick to his forehead, to the way his muscles flexed as he moved about. She was feeling rapidly more and more undone as she looked at him, hazarding a glance over his body as he looked away.

"I guess I don't get your super special ultra rare card thing after all, then." Golden said with a sigh, forcing her eyes back up to his face. That wasn't much better, it turned out. His flushed cheeks were distracting...and there was a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face...

"You won 2 out of 3." Kabu replied, tilting his head and furrowing his brows as he met her gaze.

"Oh, yeah, but...at our full power, you still won!" Golden explained, gesticulating mildly.

Kabu shook his head. "That's not how that works. Here," He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and fishing for a rare league card. He held it out to her.

Golden walked up to him, looking at it curiously.

"Oh! It's you!" Golden exclaimed, gently taking the card and holding it up to look at it.

"Yes. It is my league card after all." Kabu replied, a hint of humor clear in his voice.

"Er, yeah, it's just, it's you, but, but you're young." Golden couldn't help but stare at the card for a moment. She could safely say he'd been just as handsome back then as he was now.

Kabu chuckled quietly at her reaction. "Wonderful powers of observation."

Her gaze shot up to meet his, and she was glad her face was already warm, masking her blush at his words. His mouth was quirked upwards at the corners, a subtle smirk to match his teasing tone.

"Well I didn't know what to expect! I've never seen a rare league card before, geez." She grumbled, wandering over to her bag to put the card in her own wallet, where it would be safe from her sweat and grime. "Um, thanks, though." She smiled shyly at him.

"You earned it. Sorry I can't give you a badge."

Golden waved her hand dismissively. "Next time, you'll be in that position. I'm sure of it." She grinned at him, and he felt his heart race again, felt motivation swelling in his heart. "To that point, now that we've got the battle out of the way, we can do some real training. What do you say?"

Kabu nodded. "Let's get to it."

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The training session had been rough. Golden had known she'd been taking it easy lately, with no challenge currently occupying her, but she hadn't realized how soft she'd gotten. Kabu's training sessions weren't just for the Poke'mon - he got in there and worked out with them as well, and she admired that. She had no doubt it made the Poke'mon work harder too - when their beloved human was pushing themselves too, they could draw extra strength!

She was exhausted, and Kabu was merciless. If she had asked for a break, she'd no doubt he would have given it to her. But she didn't want to lose face. Well, no, it wasn't that exactly. She just...wanted to impress him. Or at least keep up.

"Well, I think that's enough for today." Kabu commented.

"Oh, yeah? Good, yeah...good workout...whew..." Golden was hunched over, catching her breath. She smiled weakly at Kabu's words.

"Hit the showers?" Kabu suggested, coming to stand next to her. She stood up straight with a grunt of effort.

"That sounds nice." She paused, furrowing her brows. "Well, actually, all my clothes are at the hotel so...I should probably just head back there."

"Will you be able to find your way?" Kabu asked.

"Hm? Yeah, I should be fine, it's just like a short walk from here- HEY WAIT A MINUTE." Golden pouted, glaring at Kabu, who was clearly fighting off a smile. "How would I possibly get lost between here and there, huh?! I'm not that hopeless!"

"I was teasing you." Kabu said, putting a hand over his mouth to muffle a quiet laugh. "I'll shower here and then meet you at the hotel afterwards?"

Golden sighed. "Yes, yes that's fine. See you soon." She hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her tongue before spinning on her heel to leave. Even without looking back, she could feel Kabu's eyes on her. And even as she left the building, she could imagine them still, piercing silver that seemed to soften just for her.

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Kabu walked up to the hotel lobby, greeting the desk clerk before taking a seat on one of the couches. It had hardly been a moment when Haunter floated up from the couch cushion next to Kabu, pushing affectionately against the man's shoulder.

"Oh, Haunter. What are you doing down here?" Kabu rubbed the purple ghost's head gently, earning a purr out of him. Haunter pushed against him again, but this time it was clearly less an affectionate act and more of a, 'hey! Move!' motion. Kabu frowned.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, fixing Haunter with his stare. Haunter shook his head.

"Haunt, haunt, ter." Haunter said, floating to be between Kabu and the elevators that went to the hotel rooms. He pointed with one hand, beginning to float towards the elevators.

"You want me to come up with you?" Kabu asked. Haunter nodded. "Oh. Did Golden ask you to bring me...?" He was a little wary. As much as he wanted to trust the ghost type, there had been an incident or two.

His fears were put to rest as Haunter nodded vigorously, smiling and cooing. Satisfied, though a bit nervous, he followed Haunter into the elevator. He wondered why Golden would want him up in her hotel room to begin with. Was...was she...was there a certain intention there? He felt his face warm at the thought. While he certainly wouldn't object the idea flustered him a great deal. And it didn't seem terribly in character for her, from what he'd seen so far. But you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. There was likely some other explanation, even if he couldn't think of it at the moment.

As they arrived at the door, Haunter phased through and opened it from the inside. As Kabu stepped inside, he realized he could hear the water running in the shower. He looked at Haunter suspiciously.

"Are you sure...?" He asked, brows furrowed. If she had intentionally invited him up here while she was showering, that was...he swallowed. Haunter nodded furiously, motioning for Kabu to come further in. He hesitated.

The chittering and cooing of June and Tak caught his attention. The Sizzlipede skittered over to him, squeaking at him before climbing up his leg and torso to finally rest on his shoulder. Kabu laughed at the feeling. Meanwhile, Tak remained on the bed, clapping his hands with excitement. This convinced Kabu, for the moment. He sat down on the bed next to Tak, putting a hand on his head gently to let the fire-type know he was there. Tak giggled gleefully. Kabu couldn't help but smile.

"Did you two enjoy your training?" Kabu asked. June hadn't seemed terribly interested in battling, Golden had told him, but she'd thoroughly enjoyed the obstacle course they'd set up in the gym. She scurried up and over things happily. Tak, meanwhile, had practiced the moves that Golden considered safe for him, and had even been set up to try some of the stronger fire type moves, with some precautions due to his blindness.

The Poke'mon cheered in response to his question.

Kabu grinned wider. "I'm very glad to hear that." The water stopped. Kabu kept speaking. "June, you did a wonderful job with that obstacle course. You're quite fast." The Sizzlipede chittered at the remark, looking pleased with itself. "And you, Tak! That was a very powerful ember you had!" Tak nuzzled against Kabu's arm with his head, practically beaming.

Meanwhile, as Kabu continued his praise of her two Poke'mon, Golden was towel-drying her hair with a puzzled expression. Was she hearing another voice...? That couldn't possibly be the case. She wasn't expecting anyone, nor did anyone have access to her room. Unless there was a mistake...but surely it was obvious she was here, what with her Poke'mon and the running water...

It didn't make a shred of sense.

Shaking her head, she finished drying off her body before slipping on panties and a bra. She supposed she'd just have to wrap herself in a towel and go verify that no one was in her hotel room. She'd feel a little bit better if she had been able to get fully dressed, but she must be imagining things anyway.

Taking a breath, she forced herself to be confident, reminding herself that someone in the room was very unlikely despite what she thought she was hearing. Maybe June and Tak had gotten the tv on somehow. She opened the door and stepped out, eyes scanning the room. She froze as her eyes met Kabu's. She felt her face warm even as she saw a blush spreading across his face.

"K-Kabu! What- what are you doing here?!" She choked out, tightening the towel surreptitiously.

"I- I thought- Haunter-" Kabu spun around to look for the ghost, but he had disappeared into a shadow. "Haunter led me up here, I thought you- I thought you were behind that." Kabu's face felt incredibly hot as he stared down at his lap.

"O-oh. I see. I'm going to kill him." Golden said plainly, forcing herself to smile despite her blush, scanning the room for prickly shadows.

"I can leave." Kabu replied suddenly. He lifted June off his shoulder gently, placing her on the bed. June cried, immediately crawling back onto his lap. Tak seemed reluctant to let him go as well, gently wrapping his claws around Kabu's arm. "..."

"No, it's, um, I mean..." As much as Golden was feeling mortified, she was also delighted by how shy Kabu seemed about the situation. This felt safer, if not more intimate. A part of her was tempted to drop the towel and see how Kabu reacted, but she knew she didn't have it in her. But if she did...what kinds of things would happen, behind closed doors like this? Her heart pounded at the thought. "Just go face the wall and I'll get dressed and, uh, and it'll be fine."

Kabu swallowed, once again trying to remove June. June cried again. "June, didn't you hear Golden? And you too, Tak." At Kabu's words, Tak relinquished his hold on Kabu, chirping quietly. June scuttled up to Kabu's shoulder defiantly, staring at him.

"Good enough." Golden mumbled, crossing her arms. Her position was putting her on edge.

"Right, yes." Kabu cleared his throat, getting to his feet and crossing the room quickly. He clasped his hands behind his back tightly as he stared at the wall, biting his lip. He squeezed his eyes tight for good measure.

Golden watched for a moment. Even facing away from her, she could see his eartips were still red.

Kabu quietly held a breath as he heard the rustling sound of clothing. It felt like time was passing slowly. He wouldn't dare betray her trust and turn around to gaze at her. But he wanted to, and he had to acknowledge that within himself. His face continued to burn.

"Alright, I'm all done." Golden said, crossing her arms and trying to appear casual, though her pink cheeks betrayed her. She'd tossed on her yellow skinny jeans and a dark t-shirt. "So, um, was there something you had in mind for this afternoon?" She stared at him until he turned around and his eyes met hers.

Kabu was quiet. "Lunch." He replied, nodding to himself. That had been the reason he'd wanted to meet up again. Well, the surface level reason. "But, before that, I'm sorry." He bowed his head. "I shouldn't have entered your space without your explicit permission. And I should know better than to trust your mischief maker."

"I- it's fine. Let's not talk about it anymore." Golden suggested, feeling further heat rise on her face. "Well, other than to make sure Haunter knows he's in the doghouse the next time I see him."

They went to lunch.

#golden flames #fic #YES SAME TRICK TWICE I KNOW #we won't see a third time for a while I promise #selfship #self ship #self insert #selfshipping #self shipping #if you read the entire thing I'd kill for you

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whoknowsbud · 4 years ago

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Stand Mutation AU DiU

Again, this is FILLED with body horror and somewhat loose connections to the recent epidemic but they are there. There’s also a massive amount of angst around the Nijimuras.

See the first post & explanation here

Morioh is under a sort of quarantine. Due to not being contagious, it may be more of a research center, to keep research subjects in one place. When people start getting infected again (from the arrow, of course) there’s a pretty massive panic, from people assuming the virus must be evolving. So, aside from finding Josuke, the Speedwagon Foundation has Jotaro there to find who’s using the arrow.

Josuke is pretty much Crazy Diamond; his pompadour is basically a massive diamond helmet, with a heart-shaped front, a few thorny details from dad. Skin might be a little shiny, or sparkly.

Okuyasu begins as extremely feral and rather monstrous, but over time becomes more human. His form becomes smoother, until the infection becomes localized on his right arm. He has the common headlight eyes and his normal hair, but with the black mark covering above his eyes & reaching the tip of his nose, in addition to his scar.

Keicho is also fried, and is basically something of a human-transformer mix. Green camouflage body, bandages around his head, gun arm, helicopter blades in his back… Looks a little like something you’d expect to see if the Terminator had real flesh, with additional machine parts..

Koichi gains the common headlight eyes and starts turning green first. Following, not overnight but still fast, comes the beak, tail, and his lower legs become wheels. He does not lose any of his ability or evolve in the same way, but does change. As ‘act 2’, he regrows his legs (the wheels now his feet), his beak becomes more of a reptile snout, and he’s more armored. As ‘act 3’, he’s back to looking more human. The wheels are now just his heels (yes, heelys), and his tail is shorter.

Yukako… maybe fully made of hair? Or just the same as canon...

Tonio can just imbue his food with the sort of healing power. That or he grows the Pearl Jams on his body, which is very disturbing, so we'll probably go with the first. His power is extremely limited with this infection, which upsets him quite a bit. He can strengthen your body and all, but what can it do with stand shit? This isn't the flu.

Rohan’s arms are like heaven's door's hat; just the yellow lines outlining them. Depending on mood, desperation, & writers block, his sketchy-ness spreads more through his body.

Shigekiyo is a bunch of Harvests in a trench coat! Original Shigechi is essentially the ‘queen bee’ so to speak.

Mikitaka is an actual alien (cause fuck you, we do what we want). Planet was probably overrun by the virus, and he left to… either help other planets with it or prevent it or something… That or just. To find somewhere he can live a better life.

Tamami… probably just about the same, but creates locks on himself as well, for each victim currently affected - not because of guilt or anything, just to make sure they’re still in his control should they separate.

Hazamada is pretty much just Surface.

Akira is, basically, a toxtricity (amped, of course.) But yea, basically take RHCP, give it rocking hair and music ability, and there ya go.

Yuya basically sends his own feet, which gains a vague body to go with them.

Kanedaichi is SuperFly. A few bug decals on the tower maybe… He uses radio waves to communicate, and an unsettling doll to make himself known… Tickle me Elmo.

Terunosuke appears to be origami, with his face drawn on. Despite this, he can’t actually change his overall form.

Yoshihiro is probably the same as canon...

Kira’s mutation is much more subtle than most. His skin is pink, he has Killer Queen’s eyes, and very sharp and stiff ears. He hides most of this with makeup, contacts, and clips his own ears, to live under the illusion that he's 'just a normal guy'. When he feels stress, his face starts turning translucent, so you can see his skull - which reveals that his ears are more part of his skeleton. His hands frequently explode, and his sweat is explosive.

Stray Cat is just the same as in canon.

As mentioned earlier, the Nijimura’s story here is (I believe) even more upsetting than it is in canon. Though Angelo doesn’t happen, Josuke’s grandfather is dead.

Keicho finds the arrow, as he did in canon, but nicks himself in the process. He (somehow) hears the Speedwagon Foundation is looking for it and, realizing the arrow played a big part in the infection, panics. This makes his infection, which was already starting to mutate him, go wild. He turns feral in a different way than most; he guards the arrow, obsessing over it - like their dad over that ripped picture. Okuyasu, of course, tries to get through to his brother.

His body isn’t completely developed; the helicopter blades are half-stuck in his body and his gun doesn’t work. So, when Okuyasu tried to reach him, Bad Company only understands that someone is approaching the arrow, and attacks him… With the arrow. Fully aware of what the arrow did to his brother, Okuyasu is at peace with what’s going to happen to him. His only family is like this, and they don’t even remember him… How much worse could losing his own mind be?

The house is said to be haunted, so when Josuke and Koichi pass it, they stop to look. Koichi mentions, now that he understands a little of the infection, that he wonders if the ‘ghosts’ ‘haunting’ it are just more victims. Josuke realizes it's likely, and tells him to call Jotaro and wait outside.

Koichi calls Jotaro and does not wait outside; he goes in after Josuke, gets lost, and ends up finding the room Bad Company is in.

Meanwhile, Josuke’s struggling against Okuyasu, who may or may not be crying. Josuke realizes this guy really is a victim, and thinks he must be able to help. So, when he does take him down, he tries to fix this, only to feel terrible because this is another thing he can’t fix. But he can’t stay, because Koichi screams, so he has to run.

He finds the room, but it’s obvious that whatever attacked Koichi hasn’t left, and he’s worried this’ll go horribly wrong if he runs in, but if he doesn’t, Koichi’s probably going to die. This is when he hears the bass boost ‘bbbvvvrrrrrrrrr’ and he spins, ready to fight, but Okuyasu’s already erasing the space between them and Koichi, and now he’s in range for Josuke to heal him. Josuke’s not sure what’s happening, but it’s obvious Okuyasu isn’t going to attack. So, Josuke’s healing Koichi, and trying to figure this all out, “so do you… have a sibling here?”

He nods, looking at him with pleading eyes, begging for something. Josuke starts thinking aloud, “they must be infected, too… uh, you... want me to fix them?”

He's nodding so vigorously it looks almost painful, and this is when Koichi wakes up, and he shrieks because what the fuck is that. Josuke makes sure he's okay (Koichi's irises are turning bright yellow, but he can't worry about that right now), and has Okuyasu watch Koichi.

Okuyasu is surprised that he's being trusted like this; but Josuke's already ripping the door off the frame, holding it in front of him like both a shield and battering ram, and he's charging in.

Koichi is far, far too tired to move himself, so Okuyasu carries him away from the fight. But Okuyasu starts fidgeting, worried. He's hearing shots, explosions, and yelling, and there's a lot of smoke. Obviously Koichi's worried too, so they kinda sneak back over to get a look, and what koichi sees is... alarming, to say the least.

Uninfected, you don't see the full quality of his skin, and his helmet just looks like a weirdly solid block of hair. But now koichi's getting the whole picture, and… He's gorgeous.

His body is suddenly shining and sparkling from the armor, his skin almost glittery, and the massive diamond form encasing his head reflects light like a goddamn disco ball - it's all almost blinding

Sexuality crisis ahem so anyways

Josuke eventually gets Bad Company down, and he's trying to heal him, but the light suddenly comes on. They all know someone else is here, so Okuyasu - not wanting anything to keep his bro from getting fixed like he was - runs in to intercept the form coming fast, but Keicho's a little faster

But instead of going for the arrow, it's Okuyasu he targets.

Okuyasu and Josuke are alarmed at this; he'd shown that he only cared about the arrow, why do this? Why go after Okuyasu, before he even got the arrow back?

But Keicho's looking at him - even as this electric being's arm goes through his stomach, his eyes are focused on his brother.

"I act on my orders," he says, whereas before the only thing he ever said was "the arrow", "follow orders"... things like that.

Because Bad Company had been ordered to protect the arrow at all costs

But Keicho Nijimura did that to protect his brother

Which clearly worked against him but moving on

Okuyasu makes this cry, this wail, and Koichi can feel the hurt echoing in him and wishes he could've done something as the being takes the arrow into the light

But Josuke realizes there's a fuse box in here, and its being overloaded, and they need to get out right now, so he grabs the two survivors and jumps out the window.

He ends up being hurt pretty bad splinters of wood dig in his calves and his back, but he's gotta make sure these two are ok.

Josukes not sure if that actually helped, because he's crying so so hard now, and the three just sit there for a while

Okuyasu looks at josuke, crying, pleading... Josuke knows what he wants

"I saw it," he chokes out, "you should know.. Ididn't bring him back, I barely reached him… You did."

Jotaro spots the building when the room explodes and comes running, of course relieved to see these kids are sitting outside, safely... Well. Not dead. Josuke asks about Okuyasu.

"Yea that happened to me, he'll be fine. It's pretty common."

Then he sees Koichi's eyes are a little different and just fuckn grabs the kid and stares super close for a few minutes

Irises are yellow, but more important, the whole ball is getting kinda... segmented? Like... there are creases forming. W/e - they're slowly becoming headlights.

It's an uncomfortable minute for these children, until Jotaro lets him go and says (usual deadpan), "you've been infected."

Then jotaro sets him down and says, usual deadpan, "you've been infected." And Josuke freaks out, assuming he was the cause.

So, Jotaro has to explain that - no, the only way to become infected is if you or a (close enough) relative is injured by the stand arrow. Okuyasu jumps on the phrase, practically barking with desperation. Jotaro, having gone through a rather similar stage, figures it out pretty quickly, "you know about it… where is it?"

“Is that what that weird arrow was back there," Josuke wonders around, jumping when Jotaro focused on him, "well, uh… some electric thing took it… after killing this guy's brother."

Jotaro can't really do much with that, so he moves on, "alright, you three get to the Speedwagon building, I'm gonna do a walkthrough."

They agree, but Okuyasu's looking at the house & not moving Josuke & Koichi try to reassure him about keicho, while Jotaro just walks right in to investigate.

After a minute he comes out carrying Weird Frog Dad who's holding the ripped picture, "what is this." Okuyasu makes this "aa!" sound while the other 2 are Shook.

Okuyasu's looking at Josuke, though he's already moving, but Jotaro stops him, "this can't be fixed." Josuke's like "but i gotta try" and does, and newsflash it doesn't work, but he sees the picture and fixes that and at least that's sweet

So, nearly on the opposite side of the emotional spectrum, the next day we see Koichi skating to school. At first he's very weirded out, tries to hide it, but then he realizes "wait. The town's full of infected people, this isn't that bad." His mother and sister, of course, freak out, but Koichi knows enough to explain it all and put them a little at ease.

Also he does not end up with Yukako, they both deserve better. Like, yea she probably still has her obsession, but it gets handled after the first time. It takes a little while for her to adjust to... not.. doing any of that. But they're both way healthier for it. Not cool or healthy to date your fixation or stalker

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