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maple-seed · 2 years ago

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What Ails You

Loki x Fem!Reader

Content: Pining, fluff

Summary: Loki is your closest friend in the tower, which leaves you struggling when you want something more.

Word Count: 3,444

Author's Notes: A fluffy little oneshot to see if I'm capable of telling a story in less than 100k words. Results are mixed! I'm dedicating this one to my friend @sarahscribbles and her follower milestone celebration. Congrats, Saz! You've earned it. <3

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You had decided to take advantage of the quiet and do some reading in the common room. The quiet never lasted long in the tower, and especially not in the common areas. Still, it was hard to beat the way the sun came through the windows in the lounge, so it was worth the attempt. Even if it was doomed to be short-lived, the quiet was nice.

As you turned your page the exact opposite of "quiet" strolled into the room.

"There she is!" Loki's arms spread wide. "My favorite mortal." You kept your face neutral, without looking up from your book. "What do you want, Loki?" Loki feigned hurt. "What do I want? Why should I want anything other than your company?" You looked up at him now. "You want something. You're trying to butter me up with that 'favorite' line." "Darling, it's true. You're more dear to me than anything else on this planet." "Loki, you hate this planet." He smiled brightly, spreading his hands. "All the more reason to rejoice; you have so little competition." You kept your expression hard, though the both of you knew you were going to give in.

When Loki first came to the tower the two of you became fast friends. It was probably easier for you than the others, since you hadn't been around for the whole "world domination" thing. Whether is was that or simply your natural proclivity for mischief, the two of you fell in together almost immediately. Then, later, you did a little more falling on your own. You had managed to keep your feelings under wraps so far, or at least you hoped you had, but every day was a new frustration.

Today it was the way the light hit his cheekbones as he looked down at you, leaning forward onto the back of the adjacent chair.

"Out with it, Laufeyson." You muttered. "Well, if you insist that there must be a favor to be garnered here, there is something that you could help me with." He casually inspected the upholstery, as if anything Loki did could ever be nonchalant. "Oh, is there really? Who could have thought?" "I am wounded. I was simply seeking you out to pass the time. This task was purely an afterthought." You rolled your eyes and closed your book. That was all he needed. "Excellent. You likely haven't heard, but yesterday I was issued an insult of the highest order-" "You once said that about a sandwich I made you." "Yes, and I stand by it. You used cheddar when it clearly called for provolone." You rolled your eyes again and waved for him to continue. "Thor has-" You held up a hand. "Stop. No. I can't prank Thor. He was pretty upset with me last time." He scoffed. "Hardly a concern." "It's a concern to me!" He dismissed it. "At any rate, you will not be committing the trick. In fact, you'll barely be involved at all." You sighed and fell back in the chair. "What do you need me to do?" He grinned, victory in sight. "Very simple. This afternoon after our training Thor will pass through the kitchen for one of those atrocious pastries before heading to his room to shower. Just post yourself in the kitchen and stall him. Distract him for a few minutes. A short conversation is all that's needed." "And what will you be doing during this conversation?" "I will be occupied elsewhere." His smirk told you that he wasn't going to give up anything else. You pursed your lips as you thought it over. Inevitably, you relented. "Fine." "Wonderful!" He stood and rounded the chair, lifting your hand and placing a kiss to your knuckles, which had you scrambling to remember how to breathe. "This is why you are my dearest friend." He flashed you a devastating smile before turning and striding out the room just as he had come.

You watched him leave while the word "friend" settled in your stomach like a lump of lead.

You were perched on a stool in the kitchen with a sandwich that was more of an alibi than a meal. Their training session would be over any minute now and you were peering cautiously down the hall.

"What are you up to, Trouble?" You jumped, nearly falling off the stool, and swung around to Tony. "What? No. Nothing." It was not your best performance. Tony raised a brow at you as he opened the fridge. "Don't give me that. I can tell when you and Prince Harming are scheming. I can practically smell it." You lifted your chin. "I don't know what you mean." "Fine. How about this." He pulled out a Chinese takeout box that was clearly marked "Rhodes" and grabbed a fork from the drawer. "Whatever it is that you're doing, leave me out of it, and I'll keep quiet." He speared a forkful of noodles and took a bite. You watched him for a moment. "Deal." He pointed the fork at you and winked before leaving the room.

You settled yourself back on the stool just in time to see the gods and the super soldiers coming down the hall in their post-workout ensembles. You watched Loki saunter past with his hair tied back, face flushed and glistening, and almost forgot why you were here. The sound of Thor rustling in the pantry brought you back to the task at hand. He had retrieved his pop-tarts and was turning to leave.

"Hey Thor." The greeting was casual. He stopped and smiled at you. "Good evening, my lady." You made a note of the super soldiers rummaging in the fridge. "How'd training treat you?" He grinned and flexed an arm. "You tell me." You laughed and prodded his bicep. "Pretty good. I mean, it's not vibranium, but that's pretty good." Behind Bucky, Steve's eyes widened. He gave you an imploring look and quickly shook his head. "Hah! A measly, metal, mortal arm is no match for a god's physique." Thor shifted and flexed again. Bucky scoffed and turned away from the fridge. "Hey, I gave you a run for your money today!" "Oh, certainly." Thor turned to the super soldier with a jovial smile. "But you are a friend, I didn't wish to hurt you." "What, so you're saying you were going easy on me?"

This devolved in the predictable way. In short order everything was swept off of the breakfast bar and they stood on either side and commenced an arm wrestling match. In the background Steve went about making his post-workout smoothie while periodically shooting them a disapproving look. Loki had said he only needed a few minutes, so when sparks of static began to crackle over their stalemate you stepped forward and placed your hands over their fists.

"Okay, guys, I think you've proven your points." You spoke to them as if they were children. "You're both very strong, I'm proud of you." The situation defused immediately. They reluctantly let go and both grumbled something about the next training session. You took your sandwich and made your way to your rooms.

Loki was already there, which was not a surprise. He often retreated here after pulling off a scheme. As if it were some kind of sanctuary. Maybe it had been at first, but everyone had caught on by now. If someone was trying to find him, his rooms would be the first place they would look. Your rooms would be the second. He was lounging casually on your couch with a book and had apparently used your shower, his dark curls hung damp on his shoulders. You pushed away the mental image of Loki in your shower and took a seat beside him.

"So, are you going to tell me what you were doing?" You asked before taking a bite of your sandwich. "Of course not, darling, I know how you like surprises." "I don't like surprises." "You know how I like surprises." You rolled your eyes. "Trust me, the reveal will be divine." He took the untouched half of your sandwich off the plate and took a bite, immediately frowning at you. "Really? Cheddar?" You smirked and shrugged. "It's my sandwich." He shook his head disapprovingly but took another bite.

You propped your feet up on the table and sat back. The two of you passed the time reading and chatting. It was not much time, the expected interruption arrived fairly quickly.

A pounding fist rang out at your door. "LOKI!" Thor's voice boomed through the wall. You looked to Loki, who smirked and waved you toward the door. More pounding. "LOKI! I know you are in there, you coward! Come out here at once!" You walked to the door and settled your face before opening it. "Hey Tho-" Your words were choked off mid-greeting. A hand flew up to clamp over your mouth as you took in the image before you with wide eyes.

Thor was standing before you, clothes hastily thrown on, it looked like he had showered too. His glorious golden locks had a new color: a vibrant shade of green.

He was wearing a powerful scowl and spoke through gritted teeth. "Where is my duplicitous brother?" You fought back your laughter and dropped your hand. "I'm sorry Thor, I don't know. I haven't seen him since this morning." "Lies!" He boomed. "I know this is his refuge." You stepped back and let the door swing open, giving him a full view of the room. It was empty. Thor scanned the room with a frown, giving you another doubting look. "Maybe check the library?" You offered helpfully. He scowled again, looking across the room one more time before silently storming off.

You closed the door and placed your back against it, immediately breaking into a fit of laughter. Loki reappeared on the couch with a victorious grin.

"Loki! His hair!" You wheezed. "You are awful! He's so mad!" He shrugged. "It was a just retribution." "I doubt that." You wiped away a tear and returned to the couch. "I'm hurt you would take his side in this." "Hey, I'm harboring you, fugitive. That's hardly taking his side." "A true friend wouldn't doubt my motives." That word again. You ignored it. "A true friend wouldn't make me an accomplice." "You would be terribly bored with a friend like that." He stated confidently as he opened his book. "Lots of people like peace." "Not you." You scoffed. "What makes you say that?" "Because you like me." He looked at you, smirking and satisfied. It made you want to grab him by the collar and show him how true that was. Instead you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "Barely."

Loki stayed with you until he felt it was late enough to safely return to his rooms. When he was gone you took the throw pillow he was laying on to bed with you. His scent clung to it, and as you fell asleep you told yourself this wasn't pathetic at all.

You arrived in the kitchen early the next morning and made yourself breakfast as usual. Natasha was already sitting at the table with her mug. You took the seat beside her.

"Morning, Nat." "Good morning." She was drinking tea. That was strange. Usually she had coffee, especially this early in the morning. You didn't ask. The others were slowly filtering in and you didn't want to miss Thor's entrance.

You kept an eye on the doorway as you spread jam on your toast, the room filling up with the murmur of quiet conversations. Without notice, Nat reached over and snatched a triangle of toast from your plate. "Hey!" You dropped the knife back into the jar. "You make it so much better than me." She took a bite. You narrowed your eyes. "It's toast." "I know. It's my greatest shame that I can't get it right." She winked. Something wasn't right. You didn't have time to dwell on it, Wanda's gasp told you that Thor had arrived.

You looked up to see him walk through the door, dejected. The green had not faded in the slightest. The room had fallen completely silent. Then it exploded with laughter. It blended together into a roar, with a few jibes being thrown here and there. Thor simply stood and took it with a stern expression. From across the room Tony met your eye, giving a silent thumbs-up and sipping his coffee.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." Thor held up a hand to quiet the crowd. "This is not that funny." "It's pretty funny." Clint replied. Thor scowled. "This is a tremendous slight against me." "Come on, big guy." Tony jeered. "Why so serious?" Another roll of laughter. Thor glowered. "Has anyone seen my treacherous snake of a brother?" A murmur of answers in the negative between more laughs. Thor frowned. "I might kill him for this."

The cacophony had dwindled and normal conversation was returning. You took another bite of your breakfast then froze in place.

Natasha walked into the room, making her way to the coffee pot. She chuckled as she spotted Thor. "That's a look."

Every eye in the room turned in unison to the Natasha sitting next to you. She was wearing a very familiar smirk. "Well, you didn't think I was going to miss the show, did you?" A green light washed over her and Loki sat in her place.

A moment later the shape of Thor blurred past and suddenly the chair was knocked to the floor and two gods were having it out in a frenzy of limbs. The crowd watched with mild amusement as the brothers wrestled on the ground, growling ancient expletives at one another.

"And don't think-" Thor dislodged an arm from around his neck. "that I'm not aware your lady had a part to play in this." Your heart skipped a beat. His lady? "Hah!" Loki twisted a leg free. "You're only trying to target my mortal friend because you can't best me!"

Friend. You hid your reaction but it stung. You didn't need to see the rest, you knew how it would end. They would carry on for a bit then Steve would probably break it up, Loki would eventually change the hair back. You quietly stood and carried your plate to your room.

It was irrational, what you were feeling. You like being Loki's friend. You like that he claimed your room as sanctuary. You like that he steals food from your plate. You like that you were the first person he turned to for mischief.

Still, you want something else. You flopped onto your bed, lovesick, and wallowed for a bit. After a sufficient wallowing you decided you needed some time alone to clear your head. When a familiar knock came from your door you remained quiet and pretended you weren't there. He left. You didn't feel better.

Over the next two days you changed your routine. You ate at different times, trained at different times, you avoided the quiet places where Loki would usually find you. You started to think it was working. You didn't feel that lovesick ache in your chest so much. That came to a sudden stop when you turned the corner in your hallway and ran into Loki. Literally. You slammed into his chest and he caught your arms to keep you upright.

His face lit with a bright smile. "Dear heart, where have you been?" That was a new pet name. It had your stomach floating immediately. "Oh, I've been around. Just... busy. And tired. Tired lately." His hands slid down to take yours, his thumbs caressed your knuckles. "I've missed you." You stared, trying to decipher what his expression might mean and how you should respond. "I've just come from your room." Seeming to remember himself, he dropped your hands. "Barton will be hosting one of his... meat festivals." "I know you know that's not what it's called." He waved it away. "I can't be bothered to learn every inane detail of Midgardian culture." You pointed a finger. "It's a barbecue and you know it." He smirked. "At any rate, I wanted to make sure you would be attending. These rooftop events are unbearable without your company." You couldn't deny him, and numbly nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there. Sure." He smiled a gentle smile. "Excellent news." He took your hand again and pressed a kiss to it, like it was nothing, before releasing you and taking a step back. "Are you busy?" You recovered your faculty of speech. "Y-yeah, sorry. I was just about to go take a shower and head to bed." You glanced away. "Tired, you know." His disappointment was visible, but he only nodded and said, "I won't keep you." You managed a quick smile before stepping around him to head to your room. You felt his eyes on you the entire way.

You shut the door and leaned against it, closing your eyes. How did he do that? It was nothing for him, and you barely made it out of the interaction still on your feet. A cold anxiety settled into your stomach. You were going to end up giving yourself away. Embarrassing yourself. It was inevitable.

You hadn't actually been tired before, but you were exhausted now. You dragged yourself to bed, miserable.

It was inevitable, yes, but you decided to delay it anyway. You kept yourself away the next day, shut in your rooms, and when it was time for the barbecue you messaged the team to let them know you weren't feeling well and wouldn't be attending. You curled up on your couch with your book and did everything you could to avoid thinking about dark-haired gods and their perfect faces.

It worked for a while. Then there was a knock at the door. You knew who it was. You remained silent, maybe he would think you're asleep.

There was another knock, then he called your name through the door. You winced, calling back. "Loki, I'm sick. I'm not coming." "Yes, I've heard." His voice came through muffled. "I would like to come in." "You probably shouldn't. I'm sick." "Darling, you and I both know I can open this door." His tone made it clear that this was a courtesy.

You heaved a sigh, trudged over to the door and pulled it open.

Loki stood placidly on the other side. He didn't look upset, but you felt compelled to apologize regardless. "I'm sorry I didn't come, I'm just feeling a little under the weather." "Never mind it." He stepped past and turned to face you as you closed the door. "I haven't been feeling myself either." When you looked up you found he was studying you. You withered under the scrutiny, looking away and rubbing your arm. "I'm sorry, I'm just not up for having company right now." He wore a soft smile and stepped closer. "Surely you don't consider me to be company." You took a step back and hit the door. "No, I'm just... not feeling well." "Yes, so you've said." He stepped closer again, with a knowing look in his eye. "Tell me, what are your symptoms?" There was no space to back away. "Just... you know... tired." His gaze was making you squirm. He seemed to know it. "You did mention that." His eyes raked over you once and a slight smirk pulled at his mouth. "I think I may have the cure for what ails you." You scoffed. "Right. Of course you do." You looked up at him to retort but froze when you found something new in his expression. "Yes." His gaze was gentle and open. "I believe I suffer from the same affliction." You gaped at him, wide-eyed, and no longer felt the need to get away.

He slid an arm around your waist and dipped forward to kiss you as he pulled you close. You eagerly returned the kiss and as your hands found their way to his neck you felt his muscles relax beneath them. You pulled him closer and he hummed approvingly, his other arm finding its way around you. You clung to him, perhaps the only reason you remained upright. He broke the kiss with a sigh, pressing his forehead to yours. "How are you feeling?" You tilted back to see him more clearly. A smile curved one corner of his mouth, you reached up and traced the crease with your fingertip. "Better." You said quietly, looking up at him through your lashes. "But I think I might need another dose."

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mageknight14 · 1 year ago

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The Dangers and Flaws of Idolization: A NEO TWEWY analysis post

Transplanting and expanding on a thread I made on Twitter to fit within a Tumblr format.

One of the most interesting aspects I see in NEO TWEWY that I don’t see many people touch upon is the commonality between Rindo, Fret, and Shoka in how they look up to others as role models while simultaneously being blind to their flaws/who they actually are up to the end and how the game's themes are reflected in those relationships and today, I'd like to showcase why.

First, we have Rindo and Motoi. With that relationship, the game makes it pretty clear that Rindo looked up to Motoi as An0ther and used his words as encouragement to get through his own daily life and anxiety. The kid could barely decide what he could even eat for dinner before he had come across the account, so if you thought his current indecisiveness nature was bad, he was even worse before the events of the game.

However, what I find interesting is that even though he constantly spouts An0ther's sayings in an attempt to try and steel himself for the challenges he faces, he thoughtlessly does so and only lives by the sayings half-heartedly, since his indecisive nature and fear of responsibility prevent him from committing all the way. I think it's telling that despite claiming that "don't miss your chance to make a friend" is one of his favorite quotes, he's constantly at odds with the idea of bringing potentially new players on board the team even before he gets the chance to properly know/meet them and grimaces at the thought of the structure of the old Reaper's Game in the original.

Keep in mind that Beat saved Rindo's life at the hands of Susukichi at least two whole days ago before this occurrence.

Nagi’s Dive into his head on W1D3 actually does a LOT to reveal aspects of his character: he puts other people at arm’s length (besides Swallow due to their online anonymity) because he’s afraid of the fallout of what would to happen if he got involved with them.

"What if I end up taking on more than I can handle? What if other people end up dragging me down with them? If I just stay at the sidelines and shift the blame onto others, I won’t get into trouble for this."

"I'm in a group project; everybody is contributing and making decisions about how we should go about doing things. I keep my mouth shut and refrain from pitching in despite maybe thinking some of their ideas misses the point of the assignment, because God forbid my ideas could be helpful (or maybe they won't; that's life, but I won't know unless i speak up). We end up handing in our project and whoops, we got a C-. I guess I'm not responsible for receiving that grade because I never made a decision, therefore I shouldn't be accountable for my lack of contribution. It just makes sense."

If you've known/are a person that have had similar thoughts to this mindset, then congrats; you know/are a Rindo Kanade in real life.

This culminates into him latching onto others he finds capable and taking the relationships around him for granted, tying other people's worth to their prowess in might or influence. After all, why bother relying on yourself and others when you can just rely on someone else for you to solve your problems? Especially since it means that if everything goes south, YOU won’t take the fallout for it. After all, they’re clearly much more capable than you are.

To get back to his dynamic with Motoi, Rindo looks up to him immensely after finding out that he was his idol an0ther and came to value his input regarding matters within the Game. So when he eventually finds out the truth and is forced to confront the fact that his hero was nothing more than a content thief and a schemer who would trample over others just to survive, he’s understandably heartbroken.

However, instead of just leaving it there, the game decides to flip the script and have Motoi legitimately apologize to Rindo for his actions, leading to the lad in question learning to recognize that Motoi is ultimately an incredibly flawed human being instead of just writing him off entirely, (even giving him another chance!) and is, in many ways, a mirror to Rindo. Like Rindo, Motoi was deathly afraid of responsibility and the fallout of letting other people down, leading to him copying and pasting other people's quotes so that he wouldn't have to face that possibility. This aspect of himself only got worse when he got trapped in the Reaper's Game for multiple loops on end, forcing him to become a worse version of himself, lying, cheating, and backstabbing just to survive and even looking towards becoming part of the Reapers, the same group that trapped him there in the first place, just so he wouldn't have to be Erased, un a manner that's eerily reminiscent to how Rindo would took towards overly relying on others so that he would make it out okay. In that sense, Motoi is a look at what a grown-up Rindo would look like if he didn't take the lessons he learned within the Game to heart, which is part of why the latter decides to take Motoi’s copypasted quotes and apply them to his life in a positive way, deriving his own meaning from them so that in a way that contrasts him following them in a shallow manner from before.

Next up, we have Fret and Kanon, who form a interesting parallel to Rindo and Motoi's dynamic. Whereas Motoi is a look at one of the worst possible paths that Rindo could take if he didn't learn how to properly deal with his flaws, Kanon actually tries to coach Fret into becoming more true to and genuine with his actual self. She also shows herself to be a genuinely affable and honorable person even in spite of the bad first impression that she had given at the beginning of the game by stealing Rindo and Fret's pin for herself.

However, that's only the surface level stuff, as the game actually goes deeper with her character. While Kanon at first seems to be true to herself and genuine at her core in a way that Fret isn’t, we can see from the Dive into her head on W3D3 that she’s holding back a LOT underneath the surface.

"You always did have a way of destroying things" tends to get glossed over by some and for those who do look at the words, they seemingly come out of nowhere and can be seemingly brushed off as her just being under the influence of the Plague Noise. However , when you look back at some of Kanon’s actions and her words towards the Twisters (accusing the Twisters of sabotaging Fuya and making Motoi drop out of the Scramble Slam against his will, her mood changing when she finds out about Fuya challenging the Ruinbringers in one timeline as opposed to her more cheerful attitude towards Fret when she didn't find that out just yet, her acting suspicious towards the Twisters regarding their prowess as a team, etc), the implication is that she doesn’t just resent the game as a whole but also secretly the Twisters as well.

The thing about the Player teams is that they have formed an unspoken agreement where the top 3 teams (sans Ruinbringers of course) keep their footing by sending new players and other teams to last place, which the Wicked Twisters screw up just by existing. Their synergy and impressive Imagination powers (well, Fret, Nagi, and Sho’s at least) threaten the balance the teams have struggled to keep up for so long, hence why Kanon initially just sees them as another team to point snipe before she changes her mind on them. And while the Twisters do almost bring about change by beating the Ruinbringers, it ultimately doesn’t even matter in the long-run due to how incredibly rigged the Shinjuku game is and as a result, the DRS are eliminated, getting rid of Kanon’s and Motoi’s safety net.

Imagine this from the players’ perspective: you’re stuck in essentially what is a never-ending death game but you’ve got a system going where you can at least stave off your deaths for a bit longer. Then a couple of kids come around and throw that whole system entirely out of whack. And you think, "well, at least they can take out the top team and give us a fighting chance, right?" Only for those hopes to also get dashed because the rules are just that rigged. Like Kubo said, life ain’t fair and the afterlife sure as hell ain’t either. W1D5 and W2D4 are excellent explorations of this kind of mindset as it showcases the player teams falling victim to their desires and abusing their powers as a result of being stuck in an endless loop of playing the Game over and over again with no hope of escaping, as well as highlights paints certain comments made by the leaders in an even darker light.

With all of this in mind, it’s honestly no wonder that Kanon resents the Twisters but what’s interesting is that she tries to keep this resentment under wraps because she knows that it isn’t fair to them. They’re just kids after all who would have no idea about all of that. Hence why she admonishes herself in her Dive for wishing that they had just wipe out the Reapers altogether and why Fret is shown to be hurt hearing her inner thoughts about the Twisters in a way that’s pretty reminiscent of Rindo’s reaction when he found out about Motoi.

And finally, we have Shoka and Ayano. While it’s pretty clear that the two do genuinely care for one another, it’s a relationship that’s been tragically scarred by the events surrounding Shinjuku and the Reapers in general, resulting in a mutually unhealthy dynamic.

What I find interesting about the relationship is that while Shoka gets pissed whenever Rindo insinuates that Ayano must’ve treated her badly, she sadly realizes in another convo that she doesn’t know much about Ayano on a personal level or what her interests even are.

In spite of how close they are and how much they mean to each other, Ayano still put up emotional walls and closed herself off, never allowing herself to be on equal footing to Shoka and instead just be someone who guides and mentors her over the 4 years they were together.

This is due to her feeling betrayed by Shiba/others while simultaneously using Shoka as her one stable point in life regardless because everything is going up into chaos surrounding the Shinjuku Reapers and she finds herself unable to trust anyone around her anymore. And Shoka herself doesn't even realize this until the end when it’s too late because she was just happy to simply have Ayano by her side without thinking deeper about her and their relationship as a whole due to her own emotional issues and troubled past.

When it comes to children from broken homes, they are prone to imprinting on any adult figure that interacts positively with them and in Shoka's case, this is exactly what she did with the Shinjuku Reapers, especially Ayano.

A running theme throughout all of these instances is how they all involve the younger generation looking up to the adults in their lives as idols as opposed to just role models and thus fail to see them for who they are as actual human beings. And by the time they that finally do, it's too late for the adults.

You also see nods towards this theme via the Shinjuku Reapers and their relationship with Shiba or Shiba’s (who himself is parallel to Rindo if his tendency to subconsciously take on the values of others and mistake his as his own was twisted into the worst possible outcome) relationship with Kubo, with Hishima even flat out stating as such. "You fell at the feet of an idol like an utter fool", indeed.

And this all fits, as well, into NEO's larger theme that even as a 'follower', you have to question the 'leader'. Role models aren't bad -- but idols and failing to recognize their limits/flaws/toxicity are and will end up screwing you over in the long run if you aren’t careful. And I think NEO did an excellent job at exploring the little nuances that come with that, from Kanon’s internal resentment she knew wasn’t fair to the unseen distance between Ayano and Shoka to Motoi being a complete deconstruction of it all. It shows the good and the bad of idolizing someone too much. It shows how you can see the real them and turn the image you liked into something more with Rindo, or how to hold them in your heart while moving on like Shoka. It's okay to acknowledge the flaws and shortcomings of the people you look up to. Hell, it’s probably healthy to do that in some ways. As long as they’re still a good person or even helped you grow, you can still celebrate the good they brought

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year ago

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fly little seagull, you’re too far from the nest - Part 1 of 3

Umm… oops… my finger slipped and an AU of the AU happened. It is not going be the last time this will happen for this particular AU. [*stares at LibreOffice and sweats*] I just need to get more of it done first, so have this in the meantime.

6331 words to start, but will be well over 17k at estimation of this posting; picks up immediately after chapter two of fly little seagull, the world awaits, so do read that please if you’d like to know what in the hell’s going on (I mean, tl;dr is that Law is transmorgifying into a 7yo’s version of Cora-san, but yeah it’s an extra 15.7k words if you haven’t gotten there yet), as this entire thing will function as an alternate third chapter to that fic (I’ll update the author’s notes accordingly); congrats y’all are gonna be subjected to more of my OC and my weird Dressrosa headcanons enjoy

Original Story

fly little seagull, you’re too far from the nest; Just as Law gets a lead on a safe haven for the crew, his reasons for storming Dressrosa become increasingly more personal. [AU where Law accidentally becomes a dad and Doflamingo finds himself an heir]

It was late in the evening when Law and Bepo finally made their way back to the Polar Tang; their talk with Fred had been fruitful enough to where the captain felt he could build plans utilizing the knowledge she gave them. Law knew he couldn’t include his fuzzy best friend in the deliberations that needed to be done—he needed Penguin and Shachi so that he could start preparing them to helm the crew themselves. There were contingencies to plan, failsafes to put into place, and he was going to need to do them quickly.

What he needed most was to make sure the crew would be alright if… no, when he died fighting Doflamingo… that Nauja was going to be cared for… or else he couldn’t begin the next stage with a clear mind and no regrets. He knew that things could naturally fall into place, but he knew the peace of mind involved in planning everything out beforehand could either make or break him, and this was something too fragile to allow free reign.

“I wonder how everyone else is doing,” Bepo mused as they walked along the street. There weren’t nearly as many people wandering around as earlier, but it was still fairly busy for the hour. “Oh no… some of my friends could be married with cubs…”

“We all have different paths,” Law reminded him, using words that had not personally brought him comfort in years. “Besides, all the cubs will think you’re the coolest adult ever.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” They then turned a corner and something felt wrong. “Bepo… something’s off. Do you smell anything?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” the Mink replied. “This is a pretty rough part of town, so nothing I smell surprises me…”

Together, Law and Bepo both broke out into a run, heading towards the docks fast as they could. By the time they got there, it looked as though they had been too late. Hakugan and Clione were attempting to drag some of their unconscious crewmates into the Tang, while Penguin and Shachi were trying to bandage up some of the others, and the rest were doing their best to not move.

“What happened?!” Soon as the others saw Law, the color left their faces. “Is everyone alright?!”

“We don’t know,” Shachi admitted. His voice wavered, which made the hairs on his captain’s neck stand on-end. “There was this weird guy waiting for us when we got here and took us by surprise. Beat us all up and knocked us all unconscious…”

“Where’s Nauja-ya…?”

“He took her!” Penguin sobbed. He couldn’t look at Law, too ashamed of what he was admitting. “We tried to get her into the Polar Tang, but when woke up she was gone!”

“Fuck!” Law kicked a nearby bottle, it shattering on the wall of a building; there was no telling where they were now. “What did he look like?!”

“You won’t get a hold of him,” Jean Bart said solemnly. “I got a good look at him—he’s a high-ranking Marine.”

“What’s a Marine want with Our Nauja?” Bepo shivered.

“More importantly,” Ikkaku mentioned, “what sort of Marine kidnaps a little girl from a Warlord’s custody but leaves a hot ticket item like Jean Bart behind?”

Dread settled down on Law, creeping down into his bones. Oh, fuck, something was seriously off about this. He tried to think of all the Marines that they had crossed paths with the past few months; no one was really of the caliber to take on all the crew on their own, even without him and Bepo there. Why did the Marine take Nauja, of all of them, and completely ignore that Jean Bart was a Celestial’s runaway slave?

Oh… oh no…

“Was he tall? With dark hair and a beard? Lightning bolt sideburns? Sunglasses? Food on his face?”

“Fried rice, yeah…”

Law tasted bile.

“Captain…?” He could hear Bepo’s voice, yet the bear sounded so far away. Law’s chest tightened and his eyes slipped out of focus as he stumbled.

Vergo had Nauja.

Doflamingo would soon have Nauja.

All he knew was the crew’s panicked voices in the distance before he blacked out.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Nauja struggled against the material of the sack she had been stuffed in at the wharf, unable to break it. She couldn’t even stab it open with her dirk—it was protected by something that made it too tough. It was bad enough that the sack had been suspended from something while they were on a ship so that she couldn’t roll away, but now she was being carried like she was just some potatoes. Well, these potatoes were going to fight back!

“I brought what you asked for, Young Master,” the man said. He threw the sack into the air and something caught it, jostling the little girl inside.

“Don’t be so rough with our guest,” another man chided, his accent strange. The sack was gingerly put down on the floor and the top opened, allowing Nauja to pop out. It was bright and sunny, causing her to raise her hands to block out the light until her eyes adjusted. “What a little cutie—she’ll do well with us.”

As Nauja’s eyes adjusted to the light, she began to take in her surroundings. It was warm and smelled nice, like fruit trees and pretty perfume. An in-ground pool was nearby where people were laughing and playing. Ladies were lounging around in swimwear, relaxed and soaking up the sun.

“I still don’t like this.”

Nauja turned around and took a step back as she saw the two men staring at her. One was the man who knocked out all the crew at the wharf with a piece of bamboo and the other… well… there was something about him that made her tremble in fear. He was very tall, blond, and wore pink sunglasses and a pink feather coat. Although she had never seen him before, he looked disturbingly familiar, to the point where she wanted to run away.

“Where am I?” she squeaked. “Where’s Law-san? Where’s the crew?”

“They’re not here right now, little one,” the pink man grinned. Nauja could feel something heavy pressing down on her shoulders, although she knew there was nothing there. “Hmm… interesting…”

“I need Law-san!” she demanded. “Where is Law-san?!”

“We’re actually hoping he comes for you,” the pink man said. He sat down on a nearby chair, lounging smugly. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen him… not since my younger brother stole him and filled his head and heart with lies.”

“…s-s-stole…? L-l-lies…?”

“Yes, you see, I take in people who have been thrown away by the world,” he explained, and edge to his voice the girl could not describe. “I give them a home and make them mine. Law was one of those people when he was just a child. I treated him like a brother… a nephew, even…”

Nauja furrowed her brow in thought—this man wasn’t Cora-san.

“So I guess this makes me your Uncle Doffy,” the pink man declared. “How good it is to finally meet my niece after so long. I didn’t even know you existed until recently!” He picked her up and sat her on his knee—it didn’t feel right… not like when she sat with Law-san or the crew. “We’ll have plenty of fun until your daddy comes for you.”

“…but… I…”

“Tu home cruel!” Nauja saw a lady storm up to them, looking very much like Ikkaku when the settings in the engine room were messed with, except this lady’s hair was smooth and long and she wore a pretty dress and heeled shoes instead of a boilersuit and boots.

“Violet, meva vida…”

“Don’t you meva vida me, Doffy!” she hissed. “What is this?!”

“My niece.” He paused and placed a hand on Nauja’s head. “Maybe more.”

“If this is your niece, then why do I suspect your goon brought her here in that sack?!” She pointed at the still-visible heap of burlap.

“I am not a goon,” the man from the wharf huffed.

“Then why did you have this nena as though you abducted her from her bed?!”

“She’s fine,” the man from the wharf said. “Better here than who she was with.”

“Don’t talk about Law-san and the crew that way!” Nauja snapped. “They’re good people, even if they are pirates! They take care of me!”

“Fufufu… that might be so, but now we’re going to take care of you,” the pink man chuckled. “Law was a naughty boy and ran away from us, but you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Nauja cringed, trying to move from his grasp. He instead gripped her skull, keeping her on his lap. “We are family, and family takes care of one another.”

“Marxa enrere; give her to me,” the lady said. She plucked Nauja from the pink man’s lap and held her close. “What fool plan do you mean to put in place by kidnapping a child?”

“I want to bring the Third Corazón home, give the Heart Seat someone to sit in it, bring my brother’s folly back into our folds,” the pink man said. Nauja felt the pressure again, which only made the lady brace her against her shoulder. “If you want to play with her, then be my guest. Just know she’s here to serve a purpose.”

“…and if it doesn’t work…?” the man from the wharf asked.

“Then we simply have to wait for the Third Corazón to grow into a fine young woman,” the pink man smirked. The lady holding Nauja scoffed and left, carrying the girl with her.

“Quins nervis té!” the woman hissed as she took Nauja inside. “He must be losing his mind if he thinks that this is a good idea…” She stopped as she realized Nauja was sniffling, threatening to break into a full-on sob. “Oh, no, no, no… nena, don’t cry… don’t cry…” She set the girl down on the polished tile floor and held her face, wiping tears away with her thumbs. “There, there… we shall figure out what to do…”

“I want Law-san…”

“…and I’m sure Doffy’s banking on him wanting you back,” the woman assured. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, which she used to clean the girl’s face. “My name is Viola, but the others refer to me as Violet. What is your name?”

“Nauja.”

“Well then, my darling little Nauja,” she poked her nose with the handkerchief, “I’ll bet that you’re hungry after what Vergo put you through.”

“Vergo…?”

“Yes, the imbècil with food on his face. It was him that took you from your family, wasn’t it?” Nauja nodded. “It is okay: we do not like him either. Anyhow… are you hungry? What would you like to eat?” Nauja shook her head, but was betrayed by her stomach making a gurgling noise. “Come now, it is nearly lunchtime. What does your father feed you?”

“…uh… onigiri…?”

“I don’t know if we have the correct rice for onigiri, but let us see what’s in the kitchen.” Viola offered the girl her hand, which only got her a stare. “I promise I will not hurt you. In fact, I hope your father is able to take you far away from this place very soon.”

Nauja nodded and took Viola’s hand. She didn’t know this lady, though she did not seem like the pink man or the man who stole her from the crew. There was something very, very different about her, and it made Nauja feel a little better. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was dark.

“Just let him go!”

It was cold.

“He is free!”

Gunshots rang out; one, two, three, four, five.

It was the day he was alone again… except…

“Don’t hurt him!”

…Nauja…?!

He beat on the chest again, trying to escape.

Six.

Law sucked down air as he sat up, shaking violently. A scream left him and he felt familiar hands holding him still as he tried to reorient himself to where he was; the Polar Tang, and she was underwater.

“Captain!” His eyes came into focus and he saw that he was in the infirmary, with most of the crew standing there. Penguin and Shachi were holding him by the arms and shoulders, his entire body still shaking.

“Where are we…?” he asked, voice rough.

“We’re in a holding pattern just offshore,” Penguin explained. “Ikkaku, Uni, and Hakugan were able to get us settled. It looked like you dinged your head pretty bad when you fell, but luckily there’s no concussion that we can see…”

“What about Nauja-ya?”

“We did recon of the island soon as we were able to,” Clione offered. “Whoever that guy was has her far away from here.”

“You know who he is, don’t you?” Shachi asked. Silence. “Law… who took the kid…?”

He paused, knowing that the inevitable had finally happened.

“Crew meeting, fifteen minutes,” Law ordered. “Out, now.” Most of the crew filed out, leaving just Bepo standing there in the corner, wringing his paws. “I said out.”

“I’m sorry,” the Mink whimpered. “If it wasn’t for Fred and me…”

“No—just, no, Bepo. Don’t apologize. That man was hunting us.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and shakily stood up. “If he didn’t hit us now, it only would have been some other time… a worse time. I hate to say it, but we’re almost lucky that this is all we’re dealing with.”

“I’m scared,” Bepo admitted.

I am too.

“Just… make sure everyone’s in the mess hall, alright?” Bepo nodded and tearfully left the infirmary, affording Law some time alone to gather his thoughts.

Vergo… Vergo had Nauja… and, fuck, he was likely taking her to Doflamingo. Was she hurt? How fast were they traveling? Was she scared? What were they going to do with her? If any of them harmed even one hair on her…

Fuck.

Just… fuck.

Law decided it would be good to at least check himself over and went to his cabin, shutting the door behind him. Kikoku was already laid atop his bed—the sword seemingly pulsing in empathetic anger—as well as his hat. Ignoring them for the time being, he looked at himself in the toilet mirror, seeing that at least he didn’t split his face open when he fainted. Seas, he learned that she was gone and he fucking fainted and knocked himself unconscious like he was in some melodrama where that’s what fainting did to a person. He washed his face and avoided looking in the mirror again; too much longer and his father would start to stare back at him, as though that wouldn’t add insult to injury.

Father… he really was Nauja’s father, wasn’t he? For all the not wanting her on the Polar Tang to begin with, he was the one who she latched onto the most… the one who took most responsibility for her… the one who seemed to be guiding her the most. That was what being a father—being a parent in general—was, right? Shit… he had been her father all this time and he couldn’t even call it what it was until it was too late.

Stepping over to his desk, Law looked at the photos on the wall—images of Nauja had joined the ghosts of his family, her smile bright and cheerful against the cold metal of the wall. Yes… she was his as much as they were and there was no going back from it.

‘I’m coming for you,’ he thought silently. ‘I will not let him hurt you.’ He touched a photo, then let his fingers drift towards one of him and Cora-san, the dead man’s dopey grin almost able to settle his nerves. ‘If this wasn’t such a dangerous situation, I’d say you were laughing in your grave.’

Then, something caught Law’s eye. A folded piece of paper was poking out of a copy of Sora, Warrior of the Sea that he did not remember putting there earlier. He opened the compilation and saw that it was marking a spot where Sora was trying to rescue a citizen from Poison Pink’s grasp—it was a tragic arc, as he knew that the hostage didn’t make it in the end. After putting the book down, he unfolded the paper, seeing an unfamiliar script.

A body does not thrive without its Heart.

Fuck… Vergo didn’t just kidnap Nauja, but he had boarded the Polar Tang long enough to leave him a note. Law put a Room up around the entire ship and checked for any bugs or other surveillance equipment—nothing. It was a taunt. A way to rile him up. A way to give Doflamingo the upper hand.

He wasn’t going to fall for it.

After pocketing the note and taking a deep, steadying breath, Law grabbed Kikoku off his bed and went to the mess hall where everyone was already nervously assembled. Their whispers died down as he entered the room, all eyes falling on him.

“Captain, we’re…!”

“Save it,” he said, raising a hand. “No one here is at-fault. If anyone is, it’s me.”

“Cap…” Ikkaku was cut off by him shaking his head.

“I need to come clean,” he admitted. The mess hall remained silent—good. “Most of you have figured out by now if you weren’t out-right told that I’m from Flevance, that I’ve been with Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi since I ate my Devil Fruit at thirteen, but none of you know exactly what happened in the gap between Flevance and then.”

“Everyone always said you sort of drifted,” Clione offered. “You would have been, what, ten?”

“Yeah,” someone else said. “Three years is kind of a big gap for being that young, but you clearly didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I didn’t want to talk about it because I had drifted to Spider Miles and into the clutches of the Donquixote Pirates.” Gasps and whispered curses rose from the crew—if they hadn’t heard of the infamous North Blue crew before they left their home sea, they definitely learned their name while sailing the Grand Line. “Doflamingo himself saw my potential and began grooming me to become a lead officer within his organization. In another life, I likely would have done so.”

“What made you… not…?” someone asked.

“The Corazón—the man who had the Heart Seat amongst Doflamingo’s elite officers—recognized me for what I was: a lost kid being abused and manipulated for someone else’s gain. He spirited me away from Doflamingo’s lies and treated me like his son as we ran in search for something to cure Amber Lead Syndrome, which I was dying from at the time. We were caught not long after he found the Op-Op Fruit and fed it to me, and paid the ultimate price for it.” Law saw how his crew was looking at him, as though they saw him for the first time again, and it hurt. “Cora-san is the reason why I exist… why all of this exists… and Doflamingo means to punish me further.”

“…by kidnapping your daughter…”

Everyone turned towards Bepo, the navigator’s brow furrowed in worry. He fidgeted at the attention.

“Sorry, but, I think it’s fair to say that although I found her, and we all love her, she became the captain’s daughter.”

“He’s right,” Law agreed. “Killing Cora-san was not enough—he wants to take my child as he thinks I was taken from him. That’s why he sent that Marine to kidnap Nauja; he’s on the payroll.”

“You are a pain in the fucking ass, you know that?” Penguin groaned. “You know what this means, right? We’re going to help you get your kid back.”

“Penguin, I…”

“Hey,” Shachi added, “I know I want to see her being a feral fucking terror like you were at thirteen. We ain’t gonna get there by just sitting back and watching.”

“She might be the captain’s daughter, but she’s our kid too!” someone piped up.

“Yeah! We can’t let that asshole have the last laugh!”

“Who the fuck does he think he is, stealing little kids like that?!”

“We’ll make him regret ever thinking he can fuck with us!”

“We’re with you, Captain!”

“Nothing can stop us!”

Tears began to form in the corners of Law’s eyes—his crew really was full of the best idiots.

“Alright,” he nodded, letting out a breath of relief. “If we’re going to take down Doflamingo and get our kid back, we’re going to need a plan…”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Nauja was certain that she did not like Dressrosa. Well, there were some things that she did—it didn’t smell of farts and the sun was a pleasant sort of warm—but most of it she did not like at all. It was lonely and weird, with odd people and living toys that screamed on the inside but were silent on the outside. The only person who didn’t make her feel uneasy was Viola-ya, but even she couldn’t be with her all the time.

“Oh, she is just the most precious little thing!” Giolla cooed, pinching Nauja’s cheek. “We’re going to have to do something about those clothes though… and this hair! You can’t do anything with it!”

“It will be nice to have a child in the Family again,” Baby 5 noted. She was crouched down next to the girl and gave her a smile. “Tell me: what do kids like to do these days? Rob banks? Burn down islands? Stab people?”

“Uhh… I like reading Sora, Warrior of the Sea, and practicing my drawing for medical things…?”

“Oh, well that figures,” Baby 5 huffed.

��Violet called dibs for now,” Doflamingo said idly from his chair on the other side of the room. He was barely paying attention, his nose still in a book as he waited for dinner.

“Law’s ruining her,” Baby 5 griped. “She’s a little nerd like him.”

“That might just be what we need around here,” Dellinger shrugged. He sat at the table next to Buffalo and poured himself a glass of water from a nearby pitcher. “We’re a bunch of weirdos, but I wouldn’t say any of us are nerds.”

“Are you just sore you’re not the baby of the Family anymore?” Baby 5 smirked. Dellinger tossed her a middle finger, confirming her theory. “I was happy that we found you, for the record.”

“I also have been able to take down full-grown Marines since I was a toddler.”

“Tch; don’t listen to him,” Baby 5 huffed. She swat away Giolla’s fussing hands when she saw that Nauja was pouting. “Aww… you have his glare. That’s almost cute.”

“How would you know?”

“He and I grew up together; I’m your tante,” she beamed.

“Tieta,” Giolla insisted. “We are Dressrosan now.”

“Fine—I’m your Tieta Cinca, and if you need anything…” Baby 5 gave Nauja a wink, which did admittedly make her feel a little better.

“Alright, food’s up!” Machvise boomed as he entered the dining hall. He, Lao G, and Gladius were carrying in pizza, followed by the remaining, hungry officers. Everyone sat down at the table except for Nauja, who stood a ways back, not wanting to join them.

“Come on,” encouraged Doflamingo. “Eat with us.”

“No thank you,” Nauja squeaked. “I don’t like pizza very much.”

“You don’t like pizza?!” Machvise marveled. “What sort of a kid doesn’t like pizza?!”

“Leave her alone,” Diamante scoffed.

“I’m going to need you to sit down at the table, little one,” Doflamingo insisted. Nauja could feel the Pressure again and she knew it had to come from him. She went and sat between Señor Pink and Lao G; Viola-san was not there, but then again, neither was Vergo. “Good girl.”

An old man with a bodysuit and an old man with a pacifier and baby’s bib? And neither of them wore real pants? And the one with the pacifier was wearing a diaper…? It almost made her want to cry.

“Now, before we get too far into dinner, I want to formally introduce the newest member of our Family,” Doflamingo said. “Law has been very naughty while away, and this is his daughter. What is your name again, little one?”

“…Nauja…”

“Repeat that; I didn’t hear it.”

“My name is Nauja,” she said clearly. “I’m not a part of your family. I have my own family.”

“…but if you’re Law’s child, then you should have always been part of our family to begin with,” Trebol sniffled. He sucked some snot back into his nose and continued eating. “The Young Master rescues people from mediocrity and raises them to greatness.” Gladius elbowed him, nearly causing him to choke on his pizza.

“She’s a kid—don’t use words like mediocrity. She won’t understand.”

“Mediocrity means boring and nothing special,” Nauja scowled. She tried to do her best imitation of Law-san, glaring at the two men at the end of the table. Doflamingo only laughed.

“Fufufu; an intelligent little thing. I expect nothing less from my niece.”

The table went silent—everyone stopped eating.

“I’ll bite—what do you mean by that?” Señor Pink wondered.

“Precisely what it sounds like,” Doflamingo replied. “My niece has now come to live with us. She will be many things, even if her father refuses to cooperate due to all the lies my brother fed him.”

“She’s just a kid,” Dellinger frowned. “What’s she going to do?”

“She is a candidate for the Heart Seat and will be trained to be a good little girl and act as a Princess of Dressrosa, helping her uncle with all the things he no longer has time for.” He saw as she grew confused and chuckled. “Fufufu… didn’t Daddy ever tell you? I am the King of Dressrosa. Your father was to be my Prince and right-hand man, but his mind was poisoned to turn against me. You shall be a princess and have everything you’ve ever wanted. Because I can make that happen.”

“A… princess…?”

“Yes.” Doflamingo smiled wickedly as he took a drink of his wine. “What better an heir than the child of one who broke the rules? It will be sweet and poetic.”

“I’m not sure if that’s the wisest idea, Young Master,” Señor Pink frowned. “Children are always underfoot and in the way.”

“True, but when you raise them right, they are worth more than all the gold in the Grand Line once they begin to use the gifts you have carefully given them.” Doflamingo motioned towards the younger members of the group with his glass. “If I can raise Buffalo, Baby 5, and Dellinger to be jewels within my organization, then I can raise Nauja as I wished to raise Law: to run it.”

“Then I propose a toast,” Pica said, raising his own glass. “To the Little Mistress finally finding her way to where she belongs: home, with us.”

“To the Little Mistress,” everyone else echoed. They lifted their glasses in a toast, everyone staring at Nauja as they did so.

She needed to get out of there, and fast.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Law’s brow furrowed as he read over the intel. It made sense given everything else he knew, but it almost felt too good to be true. With all the research they were doing into their enemy the whispers began to blend together after a while.

“Your contact is sure about this?” he asked. “As in: a hundred-percent without a singular doubt?”

“Of course they are, Captain,” Clione assured. “They are never wrong… not about shit like this.”

“Good.” Law placed the paper down on his desk and palmed his eyes—he was getting even less sleep than usual and was really beginning to feel it. “Then we’ll see what sort of things we can get regarding the layout of Dressrosa and we’ll go from there.”

“This might end up being more than we can chew,” Clione noted.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Law replied. His crewmate bowed his head slightly and left, the captain now alone in his quarters again.

Joker’s main customer for SMILE fruits was Kaidou of the Beast Pirates, and from what it looked like, he was holed up on some isolationist rock called Wano. Not only that, but if he remembered his rumors correctly, Big Mom’s children often referred to him as their uncle, if begrudgingly. This meant that the connections between everyone at and towards the top were too big to ignore. Any little change in the status quo would be dangerous to not only Doflamingo, but to half the Emperors, all the Marines, and a decent chunk of the Grand Line.

If he was going to take on the world to get back his kid, then the least he could do was destabilize it along the way. A body did not thrive without its Heart, after all, and the Heart of the criminal underworld? A fitting trophy if he knew one.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Nauja stood very still as she waited for Giolla to finish measuring her. She was standing atop a stool in the woman’s eclectic art studio, all sorts of fabrics and baubles laid out for use. Dellinger sat on a plush chair in the corner while seemingly pouting behind a magazine.

“Hold still, Little Mistress; I am going to design some outfits for you that shall properly befit your station,” the old woman beamed. She pinched Nauja’s face between her thumb and forefinger, relishing in the fact she had a young girl to raise again. “You shall make the perfect addition to the Family when we’re all done with you.”

“She’s just a little kid,” Dellinger scoffed. “It’s not even like she signed up. What would she possibly do with the Heart Seat of all things?”

“I know you’re not old enough to remember, but the Heart Seat is a very important place in our organization,” Giolla said idly. She picked up some fabric swatches and began to hold them against Nauja’s face and arms, checking them against her complexion. “Those who sit on the Heart Seat are the ones the Young Master loves and trusts the most… the ones who he gives only the most important responsibilities… the ones that weigh the most. A body does not thrive without its Heart, after all.”

“Yeah, that’s what you all keep saying.” Dellinger inspected his nails before going back to the magazine. “I just think it’s interesting how we go from the Heart Seat being almost a memorial to a man I barely remember to the idea that a child will sit in it.”

“It might be her father first, remember that,” Giolla tutted.

“He won’t work for you,” Nauja said sourly.

“Except he will, pet,” Giolla assured threateningly. She stroked Nauja’s hair, going down her face so that her fingernails scratched the underside of her chin as they flicked up and towards her. “He was ours when he was only a little older than you are now, and he’ll be ours again. Once someone is in the Family, they are in for life.”

“You’re not his family; he won’t work for you,” she repeated.

“He shall, if he knows what’s good for him,” Giolla replied. “Before long, the Heart Seat will have an occupant, the Young Master will have his Family whole again, and you shall be the princess of a grand kingdom. You do want to be a princess, don’t you?”

“I want to be a doctor.”

“You can be both, silly. Now hold still while I see which fabric I want to work with first…”

Nauja didn’t want to hold still. In fact, Nauja wanted to push the weird old lady over and run away. She probably could have too, but there was the fact that Dellinger was still on the other side of the room, watching them over the top of the magazine. There was something about his face that she didn’t like… that made her want to run in a different way.

“Are you making me a boilersuit in that?” the girl wondered, crinkling her nose as she noticed the fabric in Giolla’s hand.

“Nonsense—I’m making you a dress.”

“I don’t want a dress.”

“You’re getting a dress. Several, in fact.”

“…but they don’t fit nice under boilersuits!”

“Then it’s a good thing that princesses don’t wear boilersuits.”

“Baby 5-ya wears a maid uniform! Isn’t she like a princess? And Viola-ya wears dresses but they’re not that.” She scrunched her nose at the pink-and-red shot silk. “It’s ugly.”

“It is not ugly!” Giolla huffed. “With these fabrics, you shall become a work of art! Fashion is art and art is fashion! You shall see in time, Little Mistress, and thank me when you are older.”

Nauja pouted and she could almost hear Dellinger’s snickering from there.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Law was not exactly having the best of days. Granted, they hadn’t been exactly stellar since Nauja was kidnapped, but this was ratcheting itself up towards the top of the list. It had long past ‘Lami coloring in his comic books’ and was quickly reaching ‘First Ever Day in Sabaody’. Vergo had bolted soon as he showed up on Punk Hazard and now Cesar Clown was at his feet, barely alive as he struggled against the multiple seastone bullets in his back.

“Seas, Luffy, you allied us with a fucking psychopath,” Usopp cringed, staring in horror as Law began putting bits of Cesar in a sack. He looked to Luffy and saw his captain merely had a confused look on his face. “Luffy…?”

“Huh…” Luffy watched as Law continued packing Cesar Clown, his head tilting in confusion. “Torao isn’t telling us everything.”

“You think?” Nami deadpanned. The only comfort she took in the entire thing was that the Marines looked just as disturbed as she felt.

“This doesn’t look good, I’ll hope you know,” Smoker frowned. Law shrugged.

“I’m not much in the mood to care about optics,” the Warlord scowled. “Doflamingo has captured someone important to me and I’m not making the same mistake twice.”

“Someone important?” Luffy wondered. “Who’s that, Torao?”

“None of your business.”

“Luffy asked; you know that means he’s making it his business,” Nami warned flatly.

“It’s not like you’ll have the manpower to go in by yourself,” Sanji noted. “Doflamingo… that’s serious business. You’re one guy.”

“I am, but I am one very pissed off guy, so it’ll work. He needs to be surprised.”

“Then let’s surprise him together!” Luffy grinned. “I don’t like the sound of this Mingo guy anyhow. You can’t just keep people if they don’t want to be somewhere.”

“Question is, what are we going to do with them?” Zoro wondered, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the still-unconscious Buffalo and Baby 5. “We just gonna leave them like that?”

“No; I’ve got other plans,” Law said. He finished loading the living bits of Cesar into the sack and tied it up, swapping it with a blade of grass on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. “Keep going with what you were doing—I’ve got them.”

“You, uh, sure…?” Usopp asked cautiously. Law brought up another Room and sliced off Buffalo and Baby 5’s heads, allowing them to plop to the ground. “Oh, yeah, fuck, that’s going to haunt my nightmares for years to come.”

“Are you sure that’s necessary, Torao?” Luffy asked, tilting this head to the other side. He wasn’t frowning, but he wasn’t smiling either. “I understand Clown-guy, but what are you going to do with them?”

“Send a message to Doflamingo. He only speaks in grotesque.”

“Are you sure you really want to do that?” They all looked and saw that Baby 5 was smirking; she had woken up, though Buffalo was still unconscious. “You really want to risk her safety?”

Law crouched down, sitting on his haunches and elbows resting on his knees. “I have to show Doflamingo that I mean business or else everything will be for naught.”

“…but she’s a cute thing, and you know how the Young Master loves cute things…”

“What, does he have your girlfriend?” Zoro scoffed. Baby 5 let out a laugh.

“They have my daughter,” Law stated, voice cold and even. He picked up Baby 5’s head and looked her dead in the eyes—his glare icy and piercing and predatory. “What is he doing to her?”

“She has everything a girl can want,” she replied. “The Little Mistress has plenty of toys and dresses and studies often so that she may do what her father refuses to: become the Heart that becomes the Head. She’s a princess and she doesn’t need you anymore.”

A few moments passed in silence before Law dropped Baby 5’s head directly into Buffalo’s crotch as he stood up and walked away towards where there was a raft he began to prep. The disembodied head protested, sound muffled by her companion’s coat.

“That’s interesting,” Smoker stated. Usopp and Nami both stared flatly at the Marine.

“That’s a word,” Nami said.

“No kidding,” Usopp added. “Why ‘interesting’ of all words?”

“Remember: the man bought his way into the Shichibukai by handing over a hundred pirates’ hearts,” Smoker replied, contemplative. “Him having a child—a young daughter from the sounds of it—is an interesting development. It could… change things.”

“It makes sense,” Luffy shrugged. “That’s why he’s so angry and why he didn’t need convincing to help the kids.” A grin then crept across his face. “I knew I made the right choice to be friends with him! He just wants his own kid back!”

“Allies, Luffy,” Nami reminded him. “Temporary allies. Not friends.”

“It’s the same thing,” her captain grinned. She pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing that this was going to end up being an uphill battle with someone who likely had never even seen a dictionary, let alone used one.

#Trafalgar Law #Trafalgar Nauja #Heart Pirates #Donquixote Pirates #Straw Hat Pirates #One Piece #fan fiction #I think I'm just going to tag like that unless I decide to tag individual members of the crews (ack so many)#it is also my prerogative to make Cesar suffer for everything and make Law increasingly unhinged

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redrobin-detective · 4 years ago

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the end is where we start from

What we call the beginning is often the end / And to make an end is to make a beginning / The end is where we start from. ~ T.S. Elliot, Little Giddings

Danny was running, he didn’t know where to all he knew was who he was running from. He didn’t know if his parents were even coming after him, guns blazing and mouths sneering but he didn’t dare turn around to look. Maybe they weren’t even going to bother chasing him, maybe they were just happy the ghostly scum was out of their house.

He saw the entrance to Amity’s deepest woods and he darted for it. It was dark and thick and easy to lose yourself in so people usually thought twice before they entered. But people like Danny had little else to lose. The sting of branches swiping at him before he could turn intangible, giant, gnarling roots tripping him up before he could float over him. But he didn’t dare slow down because that would mean acknowledging what had happened.

Another missed curfew, another argument where he and his parents talked about but around each other. Another ghost showing up just as he got dressed for bed, another transformation to take care of it before he could get some sleep. Only the same old script flipped on itself when Mom opened the door, bringing in some tea as an apology for her harsh words just into time to see her son become a ghost. Her gun was drawn before the cup hit the floor and shattered, along with Danny’s heart.

Deep in the thicket of the woods, his human lungs burned and his living muscles ached but he couldn’t turn into Phantom now. Not when it was the stupid ghost’s fault he wasn’t welcome in his own home anymore.

‘What are you doing with my son, ghost?’

‘Mom, please it’s Danny I can explain, please would you just listen?’

‘You can’t be alive and dead at the same time! It’s impossible!’ Oh god my baby died and I didn’t even notice’

‘Mom, Dad, listen to Danny, he’s telling the truth. This is why he never-’

‘Jasmine, you’ve been deceived that’s what ghosts do! That’s what Phantom in particular is known for!’

“Jazzy, Danno, I want to believe you, but it’s a lot to take in. Let us run some tests to make sure.’

‘Danny! Danny wait! Come back!’

Eventually his human body ran out of steam, adrenaline and desperation can only take a person so far. His speeding gait slowed to a lopping jog before settling into a quiet, miserable walk. He squeezed his eyes shut and dared to look over his shoulder but, of course, no one was there. It was just him, the darkness and his own woes.

“What am I going to do now?” He asked quietly, weakly as he fought back panicked tears. All he could see was his mother’s angry, grieving face. His father’s confusion as he tried to make sense of it all while trying to keep the peace. Jazz’s frustration and futile attempts to shield Danny from the worst of the shouting.

He had nothing on his person, why would he? He’d been about ready to go to bed when his whole world came crashing down. His worn Star Wars t-shirt and sweatpants offered little protection from the gloomy October weather but Danny’s ice core more than protected him from the chill. He welcomed it if anything, it matched the ice growing in his heart. No money to escape with, no phone to call for help, no tools to contain any ghosts he battled. He hadn’t even had dinner last night, too busy fighting ghosts. For the first time, Danny was well and truly on his own. Not even dying had seemed so scary.

“I can handle this,” Danny said with false calm. It was pitch dark around him but a little ectoplasmic light brightened the area up. “I’ll just stay here for the night and then I’ll check in tomorrow. If things are still bad, I’ll grab my gear and go.” Where he’d go was a whole other question but that wasn’t important right now. He was still too raw to think about what he’d do if he actually had to abandon his human life. All he could focus on right now was the hurt pulsing through him.

He wandered around in the dark for a little while longer, looking for a suitable place to set up camp for the night. Eventually, he came upon a set of twisting trees that was perfect for his purposes. Lightening his weight, he climbed up halfway and made a little ice tent in the branches. It was lightweight but thick, covering him up and serving as a shield between him and the rest of the world. In his own little ice palace, no one else could hurt him.

“There we go, home sweet home,” Danny mumbled as he crawled inside with a dull thump. He’d left a little skylight open, so he could look up at the stars. If he didn’t think too hard about it, he could imagine he was out camping with his dad or stargazing with his friends. “No, stop it. You’re only making it worse,” he said quietly to himself as the annoying flush of sadness washed over him. He didn’t like to cry; it made him feel stupid and childish and exhausted. Jazz had lectured him about the cleansing release of neurochemicals and other junk but really he usually felt worse after crying.

“This is fine, everything is fine,” Danny sniffled, shuddering as he curled in on himself. The only cold that could hurt him was his own. It really wasn’t a great idea to use his that much of his ice in his human form, it chilled his body too much to be healthy. That, combined with his light clothes, the chilly night and that fact that he was laying on a solid block of ice, didn’t help matters. If Sam and Tucker could see him, they’d be shoving him in the shower to warm him up and plying him with food and blankets. Jazz and her dozen kind of herbal teas that help with mood or digestion or whatever would shove one or two into his hands and hover until he drank some. Their nagging was annoying but it was helpful and made him feel so loved. Love he wasn’t feeling out in the woods all by himself in the middle of the night.

“This is fine,” he repeated, more choked up this time and gave into his desire to cry. His chest hurt from the force of his sobs and eyes burned from the salty tears. He was flushed and cold and miserable but eventually, after wiping snot away from his nose and hiccupping quietly, he was ready to sleep. He was so worn out from all the hurting and the crying that he slipped from wakefulness as easy as going ghost.

“Child, what are you doing?” Danny groaned at the vaguely familiar voice. His ghost sense went off, reminding him once more how cold he was. He barely had it in him to shiver right now. “Ghost child, awaken and explain yourself.” Cold metal poked repeatedly into his side until Danny shoved the hand away, sitting up with a miserable glare.

“Go away, I’m not in the mood,” Danny grumbled, turning away from Skulker to try and go back to sleep. “I already feel bad enough, I don’t need you making it worse.”

“That does not explain why you are in a tree in the woods,” Skulker said slowly, still hung on stupid details. “The last I checked, the human Lair you stayed in was still standing. I stopped there to show you my latest weapon but you weren’t there, I traced your signature here.”

“Congrats, pass go and collect $200,” Danny sniped back quietly, not putting any heat into it. He didn’t have much to spare.

“Why are you out here, all alone?” Skulker frowned, “humans are susceptible to the elements, I presume you’re no exception given your current state. Just this once, I will stay the hunt to return you to your human Lair and we shall resume at a later-”

“No, I can’t go back,” Danny gasped fearfully, he curled in deeper on himself. “My parents, they know about me, about my powers. They didn’t take it well, I can’t- I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“But those human children-”

“I’m not getting them involved in this, they’re already in too deep. Tucker’s still grounded from that incident with Desiree and if Sam’s parents caught me in her room at night I’d lose the other half of my miserable life,” Danny grumbled. “Just leave me alone or kill me and take my pelt. Either one, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I see,” Skulker hummed, “stay here, Child, I will return.” Skulker said before flying off.

“Great, can’t wait,” Danny murmured as he rearranged himself on his ice block. He still felt unbearably cold but it probably wasn’t enough to actually kill him. Probably. “Stupid ghosts, stupid powers, if I hadn’t walked into that stupid portal, I’d be be safe and warm in bed right now and only have to worry about passing pre-calc.” It felt like he’d barely fallen back asleep when he was forcibly awaken by something soft and heavy dropping on him.

He phased out of the tangle only to find a bunch of blankets and heavy winter coat that looked 2 sizes too big for him. “What the-”

“Wow you weren’t kidding, babe, he looks like a trainwreck,” he heard Ember’s gruff voice say. “Hey dummy, put on the stupid coat. I ain’t had nerve endings in a while but I’m getting cold just looking atcha.”

“You bring your girlfriend to harass me in the middle of the night with,” Danny eyed the pile with price tags still on them, “stolen merchandise.”

“Shut up, we’re crashing your pathetic little pity party so you don’t die before I can off you myself,” the rock star huffed. “If that coat isn’t on you in five seconds, I’m manhandling your skinny arms into it.”

“Jeez you’re worse than my sister,” Danny grumbled even as he pulled the coat on. It was big but fluffy, the extra layer instantly made him feel a bit better. “Happy?”

“Getting there. Techy, you brought the food or what?” Danny yelped as a large amount of food dropped in through his skylight. It was an interesting mix, a jumbo bag of peanuts, dijon mustard, a jar of pickled eggs, a couple bags of chips and a box of uncooked macaroni noodles. “Here, eat some human food.”

“What?” Danny questioned as Technus poked his head into the icy tree house.

“Oh nice place you got here child but it needs more lights and a flat screen and, oh, I can set you up with a killer stereo system over eek!” the technology ghost yelped as he was pulled back and Poindexter replaced him.

“Hey Danny, heard you were in a bit of a bind. Thanks to you, my Lair’s school is a better place now, bully free. You can cool your jets with me if you need to fly the coop.” Danny didn’t answer and instead opened one of the bags of chips, barbeque and ranch sweet.

“You can also stay on my island for however long you need to recover,” Skulker grumbled, like it pained him to say. “It’s no fun to hunt you when you’re so weak. I want to defeat you at your prime not at your lowest.”

“No, no, come to my lair! Everything is beeping and flashing all the time and I have a Minecraft room!” Technus interjected.

“I guess you could come to mine if you have to,” Ember huffed. “But aren’t you also buddy buddy with the Yetis bein’ an ice core and all? Or Queen Dora? Pretty much anyone will open their lairs to you with your stupid, beaten puppy dog eyes.”

“You guys, I don’t know what to say,” Danny said softly, taken aback by the show of kindness. He took in the blankets, the coat, the food, their offers. They didn’t understand, not really, but they were trying. It meant a lot, coming from his enemies. “Thank you.”

“Well, yeah, us nerds got to stick together,” Poindexter grinned.

“You’re human and an annoyance but your existence has given my afterlife quite a thrill. I’m not ready for the hunt to end quite yet,” Skulker announced.

“You’re our favorite nemesis,” Technus exclaimed, trying to squeeze his face back through the packed skylight. “We fight, we banter but we also support each other when we’re down! Whenever I’m feeling down, I come into the human world and our battles have me back up and running in no time!”

“Huh,” Danny said, looking down with a small smile. If his enemies could put aside their grudges and help him when he needed it then maybe... “Thanks again really but uh, I think I should go home, check in with my folks. Probably shouldn’t have run off like that but um, if it goes bad...”

“You’re part ghost,” Skulker said with a sharp nod. “The Zone is as much your home as it is ours. Really should get around to making a Lair one of these days. Only weak ghosts and parasites leech off of others.”

“You know the way back from here?” Ember asked. “Need an entourage?”

“Yeah I got it,” Danny answered, triggering his transformation. Poindexter squealed with delight as he phased out of his sad little ice cave. It looked cold and lonely which wasn’t what he needed right now. “And I’ll- it’ll be fine. I don’t think bringing a bunch of ghosts home with me will help my case.”

“Farewell, Child. May your spirits be higher on our next meeting. Having the support of ghost hunters will certainly add to the challenge of the hunt,” Skulker grinned. “I look forward to it.” He flew off and the others followed. Danny smiled, watching them go for a moment before flying in the opposite direction towards his house.

He was halfway home when the Fenton Assault Vehicle careened around a corner at an unsafe speed. Danny jumped as it went past, startled out of invisibility. He made eye contact with his parents before the RV skidded to a screeching halt and then hastily backed up. The window rolled down and he met the wide, teary eyes of his mom and dad.

“Uh funny running into you in a place like this,” he said shyly, looking down.

“Oh thank heavens, Danny where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” His mother cried, jumping out of the RV and pulling him down into her arms. His father was on the phone, he heard Jazz’s name being mentioned, along with Sam and Tucker. “Baby, you’re freezing! Is this,” she paused, pulling back and delicately touching his wisp like hair. “Is that normal?”

“Sort of,” he said, leaning back into her touch. “It’s all kind of a long story. I shouldn’t have run off like that, I’m sorry.”

“No, you shouldn’t have but I don’t blame you,” Dad said, stepping out of the car and wrapping them both in a hug. “But Fenton men always make up for their goof ups. You were headed back home, right?”

“Yeah, home,” Danny sighed.

“Danny, I still don’t understand but I, we, love you and I’m sorry if we made you doubt that. We’ll work it out, sweetie, I promise. That’s what family does,” Mom said before ushering him and Dad into the car. “Now in you get, it’s too cold and too late for this and I do not want the neighbors complaining to the HOA again.”

Danny changed back in front of his parents for the second time that evening, this time intentionally. Their curiosity and happiness at seeing him overrode their earlier fear and confusion. He settled more comfortably into the backseat, warm and happy for the first time all evening.

“Danno, where’s you get the jacket?” Dad asked.

“My other family, don’t worry, I’ll explain it all tomorrow.”

#I'm sad and angry so have some sad and angry danno #the hurt helped with my bad feeling but the comfort soothed them #this was very theraputeic #danny phantom #hurt/comfort #*clapping hands* let danny be frenemies with the ghosts #also ive had the idea of danny running off and making a lil tree ice fort in my head for a while #seems like a good idea until you freeze your human butt off #jack and maddie are good peeps in my mind #they might not react well at first but they'll always come around for their kids #anyway here's wonderwall

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years ago

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Your Fault

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @zphilophobiaz Pairing: Batsis!Reader Summary: You get kidnapped on one of your first patrols, naturally you assume it's Damian's fault. After all, how could you have made any enemies yet? Word Count: 859

You woke up, chained to the ceiling, with Robin beside you. "…somehow I just know this is your fault," you muttered out as the haze lifted on your mind.

"MY FAULT?!" Robin shrieked out, offended by such an accusation.

"Well, I certainly haven't been in the game long enough to make any enemies." You reminded him that Batman only just started letting you out on patrols.

"Tt…whatever. Perhaps you can be useful and determine a way out of these chains?" Robin scoffed, you could see the anger coursing through his veins. Someone was going to pay for this.

"Okay…well. I'm going to climb up. See how we are connected to the ceiling." Robin just stared at you, not making any moves of his own. You had learned to ignore his attitude. Taking a few steading breathes once you reached the top, you called down. "So we are connected to each other. I bet if I can get some more slack I can swing over and get our utility belts." Robin still didn't say a word, but at least he seemed on board with the plan, as he started climbing the chain. Just as he got to the top, you pulled the chain towards you and lowered yourself down. It was just enough slack for you to reach the utility belts. Though it seemed just as the two of you were freed a mysterious figure appeared on the platform above you. Were they watching you?

"My dear children!" They bellowed out, stretching their arms out towards the empty warehouse. "You have passed the first test…but can you rescue the innocents?" A light flashed, briefly illuminating two people tied together with bags over their heads. Damian rushed towards your captor but was met with an explosion throwing him to the ground. "Not so hasty, young hero! Don't forget about the innocents!" With his final words, they ran out the door.

You screamed out, "Robin! Civilians take priority!" You heard an exasperated sigh leave his mouth before he turned towards you.

"Fine. After you." Robin gestured towards the darkness.

You hesitantly took a step forward, as you did another explosion was set off. "Ceiling again?" You suggested. Robin just nodded before grappling himself to the metal grate above. Crawling across the grate, you arrived above the hostages. "What if there's explosives near them?"

"We should go out the same door…" Robin pointed towards the door your kidnapper had retreated from moments ago.

"Yeah, but how do we get them over there?"

"Tt. Grab one and swing." Robin dropped down and secured his arm around one of the hostages.

"But what if the weight is too --" Before you could finish your sentence, he was halfway to the door. His teamwork ability, or lack thereof, always astounded you. Thankfully neither of you hit the ground and made it through the door.

"What great timing you have! I daresay such formidable foes. Now to catch me!" The man was oddly clad in an oversized white coat with a bright pink shirt. You grabbed Robin, who attempted to chase after him.

"Wait! There are civilians!" Robin ripped his arm from your grasp.

"He's mine." Robin seethed out before racing after him, ignoring your plea. You knew calling after him again would be pointless so you made your way over to the two people sitting on the ground, still bound at the wrists. As you started cutting the bindings you heard the eerie high pitched voice scream at you.

"NOW NOW CHILD! I wouldn't untie them just yet. Or I might just press this scary-looking button in my hand!" Your head whipped around, but all you saw was a flash of pink. Heading towards the color, you attempted to warn Robin through the comm.

"Robin, civilians are strapped. Crazy has a remote detonator." As you finally caught up, Robin was already throwing a punch, which your new foe easily dodged. You slid in, taking out his legs. Unfortunately, Robin wasn't expecting this. He barely stopped himself from falling after a missed punch launched him forward. "We have to work together," you mumbled through closed lips. You were rather surprised to get an acknowledging nod from the hero.

As attacks were made and dodged, you couldn't help but get a sense of familiarity. Something wasn't right. You looked over just as Robin had pinned him. Your mind had finally caught up, and instead of delivering the final blow you called out, "Jason?!"

Robin's grip loosened at your accusation and the man escaped from his grasp only to stand up and pull off the mask. "Congrats oh sister of mine! You figured it out!"

"Figured it…what is going on?" You looked over at Robin who seemed just at perplexed as you. "Wait a minute. Two civilians…Dick? Tim?" You called out as the two stepped out from the shadows.

"Wait." Damian interjected, "Why was I involved in her gauntlet? Why did none of you tell me?"

"Sorry little D, Bats thought it would be more beneficial for you to be on the other side." As Damian's face fell, Dick continued, "Plus we all know Jason is way more theatrical."

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rumbleonthemill · 3 years ago

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I'm once again back from the dead, just to push this post up in the ass of haters and members of the tumblr cancel culture (quote from my friend)

I'm only reacting on the pedo part, everything else is my own fucking business.

I've got a message from a friend at the worst time possible, to say the least. I was once again shittalked behind my back and called a p€dophile along with the 90% of the old, first generation Hello neighbor fandom.

//Still can't believe how toxic some of you are, and some people even smiled to my face, then stabbed me in the back... I don't need your fucking likes, go and unlike my posts, NOW. You have time, I see! @loszeged looking at you, i did see your comment.//

Friends who accidentally read this, pardon my words, I'll get to that later. I'm just so tired.

I'm once again and for the last time stating for literal idiots, like @da-radio-starz and yes, even attempting to tag them, even though I'm blocked; I'm not a rat to shittalk people behind their back ((also..I do not know you, can you fucking move on and get a life?! Just get the fuck out of my blog, you toxic hater))

I personally NEVER shipped anything that involves a kid and an adult. Never. Never in life.

I don't ship shit like that.

Congrats for STEALING drawings* and putting them on your shitty instagram powerpoint document! Without asking people's permission if you can use them! Who's guilty now, bitch?:D

((correction; they stole other artists' drawings, mine were stolen by an amino fan. Still, using pics without permission))

You're making your own AU's..and you don't allow others to have their own? Laughing my ass off.

I have exactly zero respect towards people, who behave like that. Toxic and abusive. Can't fucking move on from things you hate..sicko.

And this person was talking about abuse..

I have* (*had!) my own reasons to ship this ship. I'm still having good memories about Neighbor x Player, even if your cancel culture is trying to ruin it. I made good friends, we shared ideas, we were creative. For me, the active shipping lasted for like....two months. Then I left tumblr, where people had ➡️no idea ⬅️about the father and son storyline, when the ship was born((the father son things is why I'll forever respect the creators. They created something more, something above the fandom. A story that is perfect and acceptable for everyone. Respect. That's why I stopped actively shipping them. Some people didn't, despite knowing this fact. Just saying. And once again; AU stories exist. It's a FANdom)) back then, for tumblr: It was two grown men, one house, chasing. No relation. That's the plot of 100% of the fanfics. Before you shit on people, at least do some research, bitch?

I had friends who also shipped them, for longer than me. I support my friends, I'm not telling them what to ship and what not. End of story.

I always kept myself away from people who may have shipped them in the mentioned unhealthy way, that's.. Not an option. But I can tell this 100 times, toxic idiots like you won't understand. Skill issues.

😸

And now the reason why I want to k✝️ll myself aka commit $uicide, before any of you connect these events together. I'm going to tell, even though it's not your fucking business, what I submit on my tumblr, is my own, subjective thing. If you keep visiting me, despite blocking, then you have big problems, kid. Go get therapy.

Especially, because it's been seven years since real life shit is on my back and I'm trying to smile, while I just really can't. I've been diagnosed with depression, which reached it's final state last year. I'm perhaps past attempts to end my own career on earth. 98% of my depression can be thanked to real life events.

Go on with reading, bitch! You literally shit time, based on this behavior.

Obviously the bitch part is for the haters.

The reason I have left the community is nothing, but people's toxic behavior. Your bitch ass hate on us was just cherry on top.

Remi once shipped two grown men who had zero relation in her stories and fanarts?! Call 9 fucking 11 motherfucker!

Where I live, you can't get psychologist, who may cure whatever you have. I'll once again say, I have depression. Just depression. I tried to ask for help, I'm past seven people who have PHD in psychology, some were even crazier than I ever was. I'm as crazy as Neighbor in the games. Literally not. It's actually hilarious. And during that time I didn't ✂ myself and didn't want to end the fight. These come before the final level of depression.

In short; I was completely left alone, abused and bullied by family members (still current) unable to find a job despite having multiple diplomas, shit like that. Being no hope in the world, I'm more capable of having retuning $uicidal depression. And yes, it returns whenever I'm feeling down.

You know, if maybe you weren't hating on others and you were listening to the REAL plot of HN, then you wouldn't see Neighbor as the son of Hitler and Stalin, by the way. Because some people's views on Neighbor is just hilarious. You're missing the main message of the game.

Side note, I'm against dictatures, before you find another thing to bully me for.

I hope you're now happy that you're literally kicking people who are already laying on the floor. Congratulations to everyone, who's teaming up with you and being toxic, abusive and shittalking others, and supporting them against people, who did nothing wrong, only liked something and were passionate about it. From my point, I can safely say I played by the rules. No p€dophilia, no incest.

I hope one day you'll get your ass up from your chair and stop bullying others for what they like. Also learn to block people and ignore what you don't like. I keep doing this for years! It's absolutely a thing that can be completed.

To my friends: thanks for reading?

To bullies and toxic people: lick my ass. I'm so fucking tired of having this in literally every fandom nowadays. You bitches are sick and shitting time. Mind your own fucking business.

Ps- I won't write more posts in the topic. Go and fucking argue with yourself. I'm done. I have a little left to live perhaps. Go and hate on yourself.

#Fuk u honestly bullies #reaction #mdl #uhhhh it still makes me so angry that people harass each other just because they cannot scroll past two posts

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alltooreid · 4 years ago

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congrats on 100<33

✏️ - idk if this is a good enough concept but something along the lines of reader being scared of something (can be a thunder storm or haunted house or anything u want lol) and spencer comforts reader

(reader can be fem. (she/her) or gn (they/them), it doesn’t matter to me)

i hope this made sense, i didn’t wna go to into detail that way u could work freely with it lolll 💓

omg this makes perfect sense and it’s such a cute idea!! I went a little overboard and this got really long because I added a little meet-cute situation but I hope you love it anyway!! Also I changed Y/N’s fear because I had a really good idea and you were so open!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN! Reader

Type: comfort so like angst/fluff idk??

Word Count: 1.4K (oops)

Content Warnings: discussion of blood

When Y/N was five years old they told their mom they wanted to be a doctor. However, when one is five years old they assume being a doctor only entails helping people, being nice to children and giving them lollipops and that seemed like the best career choice ever.

However, when Y/N was six years old they went on a bike ride with their next door neighbor, a girl their age named Rebecca. This particular neighborhood friend loved to play dangerously and had conceived a game like tag, however you had to stay on the bike the entire time. Although innocent on paper, about 12 minutes into the game Rebecca had stood up on the seat of her bicycle in an attempt to get a better reach at Y/N and tumbled over the front handlebars.

She shook it off quickly and by the time Y/N had rushed over to help she was already on her feet.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked in a panic.

Rebecca brushed some rocks off her shorts, looked up at Y/N and smiled, “Yep! That was so much fun!” she said, going in for a high five.

Rebecca however, was not okay and had failed to notice that two of the “rocks” she had brushed off were actually her two front teeth. When she smiled and spoke to Y/N they were overcome with panic when they saw her mouth, missing two teeth and gushing blood.

So naturally, they immediately passed out.

Rebecca quickly ran to get her mother, more concerned for Y/N than herself, and still hadn’t even noticed her teeth’s absence. Both children were driven to the hospital, and although Y/N woke up on the way, they got checked out to make sure they didn’t have a concussion.

Soon after they were clear Y/N’s parents arrived. Hovering over their six year old and asking all sorts of questions, the first and only thing Y/N thought to do is turn to their mother. “Mom?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I don’t think I wanna be a doctor anymore.”

Y/N’s mother laughed and wrapped her arms around the crying child, “Maybe that’s not the best idea.”

Even with their fear of blood, Y/N career ambitions remained the same: help people, be nice to children, hand out lollipops. So when they graduated Y/N started their own candy store. It was the perfect job for such a sweet soul, and by the time they were 28 Y/N had perfected their storefront. Glass displays were replaced with plastic to prevent people cutting themselves if they broke, they keep a small collection of different patterned and themed band-aids right next to the cash register and without fail had at least one medical student working in the summer in between school years (in case of emergencies).

But no amount of prepping could help Y/N when Dr. Spencer Reid came into their store with his four year old godson.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they watched Spencer and Henry zoom around the empty store, Henry throwing all kinds of sugary sweets into his basket and Spencer encouraging the entire thing. Soon enough the two were at the register and dumping at least eighty dollars worth of candy on the counter. Y/N began ringing it up, but was soon interrupted by the small child, barely in sight because of the desk in front of him.

“Excuse me? Do you have a band-aid? I got a paper cut.”

“Yes I do! What kind of band-aid do you want?”

“Ummmm do you have Spiderman?”

“Of course I have Spiderman! Here you go,” they said, setting it on the counter.

“Can you put it on for me?” He reached up his little finger to show Y/N his cut.

Quickly jolting their head, Y/N panicked “Um maybe you could have your dad help you with that. . .”

“Of course, I’m sorry, and I’m actually his godfather. . . “ He looked up and noticed Y/N’s aversion to the cut, “It’s safe to look now.”

Y/N sighed, “I’m sorry, I just can’t stand blood. What did he cut it on?”

Henry was entertaining himself flipping through the pages of his godfather’s abnormally large book, not reading it of course, because although Henry was smart for a four year old, he was not yet fluent in Russian.

“Oh nothing that’s your fault,” the man said. He was then nudged by his godson, and apparently, personal wingman, “Um, I’m Spencer!”

“Hi Spencer! I’m Y/N,” they smiled, finishing their calculations, “Um, your total is $81.92”

He was thrown off, “That’s not right, it should be 96.37. . . Did you forget something?”

“Actually your forgetting my 15% injury discount, and the extra lollipop I give to nice kids,” they reached down to hand Henry a raspberry lemonade lollipop.

“You really don’t have to do that! It was my fault really-”

“No seriously, trust me I’m kind of ripping you off here. I combined the injury discount and the cute guy discount.”

Spencer blushed, “Um well maybe we could go get coffee sometime to make it up to me.”

“I would love that”

On this coffee date Y/N learned about Spencer’s job and was shocked he would go on a date with someone who was scared of papercuts. However Spencer explained he found it admirable that someone could be so affected by other people’s pain, and later into their relationship discussed how he wished he was as affected by the gore of his job as he was during the beginning.

Their romance worked perfectly, Spencer loved having someone waiting at home for him, a person who could be completely separate from work and the cases that affected him so much that he needed to talk about them typically ended up involving more manipulation than gore.

But just over a year in Y/N got a phone call from Aaron Hotchner.

Spencer had been shot in the neck.

They got to the hospital as soon as possible, and rushed to Spencer’s room, completely forgetting about the things they were almost certainly going to see.

So when Y/N walked in at the worst possible moment, as Spencer was getting his gauze changed and his open wound was in full view, they freaked out, letting out a quick scream and crouching to the ground, covering their eyes with their hands.

“Y/N! You’re here!”

Y/N did their best and eventually had made their way to Spencer’s bedside chairs, only having to peek twice. Once there, Y/N’s hands remained firmly locked over their eyes, both to protect themselves from the blood and to cover their panicked tears from Spencer.

“Y/N, close your eyes tight and remove your hands for me darling.”

They shook their head aggressively. Spencer sighed, “Trust me, I’ve got you.” So they did, and as they kept their eyes glued shut, Y/N felt Spencer use his thumb to wipe tears from their cheeks, before tying something around their eyes.

“See, now you can’t see the blood, and I can hold you,” he said, grabbing one of Y/N’s hands and kissing the back of it now that gauze had been tied around their eyes.

Quickly Y/N wrapped their arms around Spencer’s middle as best as they could with him laying down, and cried into him. Spencer soothed them by petting their hair, “It’s okay darling, they just changed the gauze so it’s gone now, there’s no more blood if you feel ready to take it off.”

Y/N sobbed more and ripped their makeshift blind fold off, “I’m so stupid. . . You got shot and you have to comfort me because of a little blood . . .”

“No, no, no. Don’t talk about yourself like that, you are not stupid. You’re scared and overwhelmed. I already knew I was okay but you didn’t when you came in there, not only that but as soon as you came into this extremely stressful situation you were greeted with your worst fear. You’re all I’m worried about right now.”

Y/N smiled “I’m so happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well luckily you don’t have to worry about it.”

-Thank you for reading!! please reblog and let me know what you think :)))

Holly’s tiny taglist!!: @hercleverboy @reidingmelodies @rigatonireid @muffin-cup @takeyouleap-of-faith

(let me know if you want to be added or removed!!)

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loosesodamarble · 3 years ago

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hello erika:3 first of all, i congratulate you.<3 <3 can you please write a licht x reader? i'm dying to know how much my husband loves me.<3

Hey there Anon! Thank you for the congrats and for the request. I'd be happy to write something romantic involving Licht!

And I will make sure you know how much Licht loves you, Anon! It's what you deserve!

Summary: One day, you learn more about the nature of Licht's love for you. It is a simple but beautiful and thoughtful love indeed.

Word count: ~850

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The day was sunny and bright, the perfect weather for picking flowers. So that’s exactly what you decided to do along with Fana and Charla. When the three of you reached the hills where the best flowers grew, you immediately noticed a cluster of people at the top. Licht sat surrounded by several village children, Patry included. One of the kids even sat on Licht’s shoulders.

“Aw, isn’t that a precious sight?” you remarked, a smile coming to your face.

“You only say that because you’re…” Charla paused and pursed her lips. “What was the word you humans use?”

“Dating,” you answered simply. You couldn't be offended by Charla’s question. Having abandoned Clover Kingdom in favor of the peaceful living of the elves, you were often used as a resource on human culture. Now was just another one of those times. “And that’s not true. Even if I wasn’t dating Licht, I’d still think the sight was adorable.”

“And that’s because you’re so in love with him!” teased Fana, making you flush. Her gaze returned to the group on the hill. “Still, I’m amazed how he can be so composed around the little ones.”

“That’s our Licht for you. Or maybe just my Licht.” Fana and Charla groaned but followed you up the hill when you dashed up the incline.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” Fana greeted the group when your trio reached the hilltop.

The young elves replied to Fana and dispersed to make room for all of you. You knelt by Licht who welcomed you with a kiss on the cheek, a gesture which you returned. You then saw a string of woven flowers in Licht’s lap.

“And what’s this?”

“We’ve been teaching Licht how to weave flowers!” Eclat exclaimed while hugging you from behind.

“Yeah! We finally found something he isn’t good at!” Rowyn, the child on Licht’s shoulders, added.

“You’re only learning that skill now?” Fana asked, picking up one of the flower crowns lying on the ground. It was of poorer quality than the in-progress one Licht had in hand. “I wonder why…”

Fana grinned knowingly. The children around you giggled. Patry rolled his eyes. With all that, you came to a conclusion that made you smile and blush.

“For me, Licht?” you asked. “But I can make my own.”

“You do look lovely in those,” Licht assured as he placed a hand on your cheek. “But I want to see you look that wonderful in one of my own making.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet!”

It was a simple little thing but the earnestness and tenderness of the statement made your heart skip a beat. You could’ve thrown yourself at Licht. Or well, you attempted to but Fana and Charla hastily held you back before you could tackle Licht and Rowyn to the ground. After Rowyn climbed off Licht, you happily threw yourself into Licht’s arms, the force being great enough to send you both tumbling down the side of the hill. The two of you laughed and grunted all the way down the slope.

“Ah ha ha!” Licht pushed himself up so he hovered above your form. He brushed his fingers through your messed up hair, plucking out blades of grass. “A-are you alright, dearest?”

“Yes, yes! I’m fine!” You looked up at Licht, beaming as bright as the sun. Reaching up, you brushed aside a smudge of dirt on his face. Cupping his face in your hands, you kissed Licht on the lips. A soft and loving touch. Resting your head on the ground, you stared into Licht’s eyes. “Perfectly fine…”

Licht let out a final chuckle then helped you to your feet. You two brushed yourselves off, helping one another get bits of grass and dirt off anywhere you couldn’t catch on your own.

“Say…” You started, holding Licht’s hand and intertwining your fingers. “Fana, Charla, and I came to pick some flowers. Is there a way I could convince you to help?”

Licht smiled but you knew it was a sad one. “As much as I would like to, I’ve spent too much time avoiding responsibilities with the children as it is,” he answered. “But…” He raised your linked hands and kissed yours. “How about you pick the flowers and we can put them to good use once we’re both home?”

You nodded, still pressed against him. “I can certainly do that.”

“I look forward to it.” Licht took only a step back. “One last thing… Like the flowers on these hills and the stars in the night sky, that is how much I love you.”

“Liiiiicht!” you laughed. You gave his hand a squeeze. “You’re so… So—!”

“So in love with you. I’ll say it now. Show it later today. And make sure you know for the rest of our days.”

After one final kiss, Licht pulled away from you, the two of you holding hands until they longer reached. Even when he let go of your hand and walked out of sight, you couldn’t stop smiling. And for him, you didn’t want to stop smiling.

#questions from the ask box #soda's 200 follower special #black clover #black clover licht #licht x reader #black clover fanfic #i must've tried to start this thing five different ways before settling on what i ended up with #this oneshot the relationship is in medias res #aka already established relationship #i do like the idea that it's the seemingly simple things that make love and relationships as nice as they ought to be #x reader #reader insert

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Begone

Streamer Gang & Asexual Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Acephobia, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently come out as asexual, Y/N faces some less than pleasant or appropriate responses in their chat during their stream with the gang. Luckily, they’re not alone in battling the haters this time.

Requested by the lovely Anon who told acephobes to begone, yeah you know who you are hehe. Thank you so much for the request darling! Let’s show these acehobes who they’re messing with! Love, Vy ❤

Boy is this nerve-wrecking or what? Sure, I maybe woke up with a ton of confidence, I listened to motivational and uplifting talks and listened to mood boosting music. I had a healthy breakfast and a cup of coffee. Damn it, I went on a run, all in an attempt to convince myself that dealing with the online world again is but a piece of cake for a badass like me. Well, low and behold, that feeling didn’t last very long. Here I am, chewing my nails off at the though of hopping in the Discord call and Among Us lobby with my friends and starting my stream. It’s not like I’m not expecting my friends and fans to support me - of course I am! I know they’re gonna give me a ton of love and appreciation and support and uplift me no matter what. But then again, there’s still those people who believe me and other people like me to be invalid and broken and whatnot.

Those are the ones I wanna avoid.

It’s not like their words mean much to me but I simply don’t wanna see em, you know? It’s not only about me - it’s least about me actually - it’s more about all those wonderful people they are insulting when they say shit like that about asexuals and all the people on the ace spectrum. I can’t help but flare up and get angry on the behalf of all my ace friends and even people I’ve never met.

It’s also my first time being directly thrown into the fire instead of getting caught in the crossfire seeing as how I came out to my fandom via a tweet and an Instagram post a week ago, telling my identity’s truth: finally bringing my asexuality to the surface to shine its brightest so I can be be my best and reach for my full potential.

But damn am I afraid to see how everyone took it.

My friends were quick to jump in and take me offline before I start refreshing my own posts to see the comments under them. Lord knows that without them I would’ve driven myself insane, I’ll forever be grateful for what they did and the lengths they went to to keep me offline and whatnot. One word to give you an idea of how invested they were in this: origami. All of us might as well have been born with two left hands and yet we still tried doing origami. Freaking origami.

Damn do I love my friends.

But now I don’t have sheets of paper and my friends to distract me. I have a fanbase to entertain and another friend group I haven’t talked to in a while. I don’t wanna get any predictions in already so I don’t jinx myself, so I’m just gonna say it’s gonna be...interesting regardless of what happens.

Then again, when is it not interesting when the streamer gang’s involved.

Deep breaths, Y/N. You got this

Listening to that encouraging little voice inside my head, I finally equip my headphones and in one fluid motion turn my camera on, officially starting my stream and unmuting my mic as I hop in the call with everyone.

“Hi guys! Guess who’s returned!“ I exclaim cheerfully, desperate to hide the nervousness of my voice.

“You really missed your opportunity to say ‘guess who’s back...back again’ didn’t you?“ Charlie is the one who greets me first, sounding rather disappointed in me in his usual jokester manner. It’s nice to hear, it makes me feel like nothing’s changed in the week I’ve been gone. Like I’m still the same person to these people. I really am the same, I just now am a lot better version of myself. Almost as though I’ve reached my final form. It feels empowering really. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Charlie laughs again, “Congrats, by the way. You keep proving you can get cooler and cooler.“

“Careful there Charlie, I can only handle so large of an ego.“ I joke back, rolling my eyes playfully as a wide grin spreads across my face, “No, but seriously, thank you so much, man. It means the world to me that you support me.“

“Um, how could we NOT?“ That’s very clearly Rae, “Hun, you are so brave and amazing and wonderful, how could we ever NOT support you?“

“Yeah, we’ll always support you no matter what, Y/N. We’ll always be your friends, through thick, thin and beyond.“ Poki too interferes, her words only making my smile wider.

“Alright, alright, y’all are gonna make me cry and I haven’t even read my chat yet, hold on.“ I say, fanning my face to dry the tears I hope the webcam isn’t spotting, “Darn, you guys are the best. Sorry, give me a sec to gather my composure, I’ll be right back.“

I quickly mute my in-game mic as I turn to my chat where I see the same amount of love and support in the form of comments and emojis flooding in from my viewers. A warm feeling spreads throughout my chest, making me feel the most comfortable with myself I’ve ever felt. The most loved I’ve ever felt. The most seen and understood. To finally be you feels like you are finally really living in this world, not like you’ve been already living in it for God knows how long. It makes me so freaking happy and fulfilled to finally be living as me, as the real me.

Unfortunately, in life, nothing can be 100% pure and good. There’s always at least 1% there threatening to ruin all your happiness you worked so hard to build or obtain. It may be one in a hundred, but fuck it’s powerful and effective.

And in my case it comes in the form of two comments that stick out to my eyes. Acephobic comments saying my identity’s fake, claiming I’m faking it, saying us acephobes are immature creatures who refuse to grow up, or attention whores. Or just saying we’re delusional and in denial, confused about who we are.

I hadn’t even realized I was clenching my jaw and fists but when I do, I slowly relax my muscles and crack my knuckles before addressing the two people who spat out that nonsense.

“Ok, listen here, shooterpro69 and yourmom_lol. For starters, I want to apologize for your ignorance and lack of education on the matter of asexuality. In fact, for you especially, I plan on making an educational video, explaining asexuality to people who need or want to learn more. You, my friends, are in desperate need to be fed some knowledge cause damn, God knows how many people secretly think you’re hella stupid. Not that they’re wrong to think so but anyway. Unless you have anything nice or positive to say, begone from my chat. Actually, when I think about it, begone from every chat. No one needs you polluting their communities with acephobia and hate.“ I say, all spoken in a calm tone despite the boiling anger within me. People who know me well would probably be able to tell I’m fuming underneath the calm façade, but at least I got my message across loud and clear.

“WOO HOO, You tell em Y/N!“ Toast cheers, clapping his hands and whistling as more cheering arises from each my friends, leaving me in a state of mild shock and confusion.

Wait, what?!

“Um, wait, you guys heard that?“ I ask, my eyes darting to thein-game mic symbol that shows an not crossed-off mic, meaning it was enabled during the entirety of my speech.

“Hell yeah we did! You slayed them, Y/N! Damn goddamn!“ Rae whistles too, her enthusiasm wafting over me like a breath of fresh air.

“I second that!“ Corpse joins in, “And remember what we said - we’ll support you through anything. Need to bury an acephobe’s body, we’re the people you should call.” He says, confident as heck.

And I just can’t hold it in anymore - I burst out laughing, doubling over from the intensity.

If I thought I was happy and fulfilled before, this has to be the closest to paradise I’m gonna get on Earth. All thanks to these wonderful people. Friends are really something else aren’t they: they come into your life - often unexpectedly - and change it completely. Suddenly you’re not alone, you’re not forced to deal with everything and face everything on your own. Someone’s got your back and you’ve got theirs.

Through thick, thin and beyond.

And it’s so fucking amazing.

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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 4 years ago

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i was wondering of you would do a request for an s/o of some of the "benchwarmer" characters (like yamaguchi rip D:) where s/o always comes to their games and makes them feel insecure, but they discover that s/o does homework/doesn't pay attention unless they are called to play, and only cheer for them!

hello hello anon!!

im so so so glad that we’re showing some love to our ��benchwarmer” characters

this was honestly such a cute idea and I appreciate you being so patient with me

I decided to throw in ennoshita and kyotani because they don't get a lot of time on the court either sooo I hope you don't mind :)

anywhooo I hope you enjoy!!

(btw this definitely isn't my best work sooo I apologize in advance lolz)

•Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, + Kyotani w/ a Supportive S/O•

warnings: none

genre: fluff

characters: yamaguchi, ennoshita, + kyotani

•Yamaguchi•

yamaguchi always got very nervous whenever you mentioned you were attending one of his games

as a pinch server, he rarely got the opportunity to play and when he did, he never felt like his performance was good enough for you to see

not to mention you always made it a point to wear his spare jersey to each one of his games which raised his nerves more then he would care to admit

he really doubted himself on that court and felt like he wasn't good enough for you to be up in those stands representing him not to mention his spare jersey looked really really good on you

it meant the world to him that you supported him but he didn't want to disappoint you

this particular game, coach ukai had promised yamaguchi that he would definitely be put in

which is why everyone couldn't understand why he seemed so down in the dumps

tanaka was the first one to point out his bad mood,

“Yo! Yamaguchi, what’s up with you dude? You look all pouty.”

hinata decided now would be a good time to add his two cents,

“Yeah! You get to be all swoosh, bam, boom today! You should be excited!”

yamaguchi couldn't lie, he was pretty happy about being guaranteed a few serves this game but he couldn't push away the negativity that clouded his mind.

“Oh, uh, I don't know. I guess its just Y/N is going to be here today and I already know that with all your guy’s amazing plays, my serves won't really matter and I just want them to be proud of me.”

the team stood in silence for a moment

was that really how yamaguchi felt about himself compared to everyone else?

sure, he didn't get to play often but without him they wouldn't have been able to get out of some tricky situations

surprisingly tsukishima was the one to break the silence this time,

“Wow, are you really that much of an idiot yamaguchi?”

a chorus of scolds came from his teammates

yams was about to apologize but tsukki continued his speech,

“Your precious s/o doesn't even pay attention to the rest of us. They only watch the game when they know you’re involved. So, you don't have to worry about us stealing your spotlight. Now, quit being stupid and stretch will you?”

was that really true? did you seriously come to support him and him only?

maybe tsukishima was just saying that to try and get him to forget about what was troubling him but he couldn't concentrate on that right now, he had to get his head in the game for the sake of his team and you ofc

however, curiosity got the best of him, so as his teammates played, he took a peek up at you to find you skimming through a textbook

all this time he felt insecure that you would think he was a bad player compared to the rest of his team mates but now he knew that you didn't even have the opportunity to compare them when you were only focused on his plays

he felt his heart swell with pride as he promised himself he would play with all his strength for you

and sure enough his serves had never been better

your cheers could be heard the loudest throughout the gym and he couldn't miss the large smile on your face as he looked to you in the stands

as soon as the game had concluded, you ran down to the court and threw your arms around him, congratulating him again and again on how well he did

he buried his face into your neck in attempts to hide the blush that was spreading across his cheeks like a wildfire

that day, he went home feeling accomplished, with his own personal cheerleader right by his side

•Ennoshita•

ennoshita didn't really get many opportunities to step on the court and show his skills

honestly, his lack of playing time made him pretty insecure in his ability to be on the same level as his teammates

he was never very confident and often found himself wondering if he deserved to be on a team with such skillful players

which was why he wasn't always excited when you attended his games

its not as if he didn't love seeing you in those stands, cheering him on, but he hated that there was always a possibility that he could disappoint you

especially since you were always so excited to come and support him

this was all he could think about as he sat stretching on the gym floor with the rest of the team

and his far off expression didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the boys

daichi decided to pull him aside and talk to him about what was on his mind before the game started

after all, he couldn't have such an important asset stuck with his head in the clouds

“Hey Ennoshita, everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s just Y/N is here and I honestly don’t know if I can play to her expectations.”

daichi understood what was going on with his underclassmen now

he had known that ennoshita was not the most confident when it came to his volleyball skill, but he didn't know that he was this blind to his own talent,

“You know, I don't think Y/N has every really showed any interest in anyone else’s plays other than yours.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Maybe you're too focused on what's going on on the court but they’re usually always scrolling through their phone or reading a book unless you get swapped in.”

now that daichi mentioned it, ennoshita never really heard your voice cheering from the stands unless he was on the court and you always seemed pretty oblivious when he talked to you about plays he wasn't involved in

he knew that you supported him with all he did but he was always a bit nervous that you would start to notice how well everyone else played and view his skills differently

discovering you came to his games for him and him only warmed his heart

lucky for you both, ennoshita had been subbed in for most of this game due to daichi getting a minor injury don't worry daichi is fine, don't start planning his funeral yet

you were over the moon that your boyfriend got to spend so much time on the court that day, you always loved watching him play

ennoshita could hear your cheers for him echo throughout the whole gym, causing his confidence to skyrocket

safe to say, you were definitely his lucky charm for that game

even with all the commotion after their win, all ennoshita could focus on was encasing you in a loving hug

after all, he couldn't have done it without you

•Kyotani•

kyotani didn't get the opportunity to be on the court often

he was a very strong and skilled player but his attitude usually caused him to sit out for many of aoba johsai’s games

this never stopped you from coming to support him though

no matter how much time he spent in the game you would show up and cheer him on

kyotani didn't really understand your reasoning though, he was barely ever put in so what was the point of coming at all

although he was quiet about it, he really loved having you at his games

being able to catch a glimpse of your smile when ever his temper got the best of him on the court was a huge reason he wasn't already kicked off the team

but he still felt as though he was wasting your time

he couldn't even begin to imagine how disappointed you were with every game you attended

he tried to get you to quit coming to his games but you simply refused, letting him know that if you weren't in attendance, you could miss the opportunity to see his talent shine

as much as it could be a pain in his ass, your enthusiasm was kind of nice

which was the only reason he agreed to let you continue to come to his games

this game in particular, kyotani seemed to be on his best behavior

maybe seeing you in his spare jersey had something to do with it but no one needed to know that kyo bby, everyone knows that, pls stop staring y/n down like an animal

he was determined to stay on the court as long as he possibly could and surprisingly, he got to play almost the whole game

when you had run down from the stands to go congratulate kyotani, the first person you came in contact with was oikawa tooru himself,

“Ah Y/N-chan! I’m so glad you could make it, did you make sure to cheer for me?”

your boyfriend could never stand the way oikawa would flirt with you just to get a rise out of him

“Oi idiot, get away from them.”

you couldn't help but laugh at kyotani’s antics before wrapping him in a hug,

“Hey Kyo, congrats on the win. You did great!”

Oikawa pouted at you for blatantly ignoring him,

“Hey, what about me?”

“No offense Oikawa, but I really only come to these games for Kyo. I mean unless he's playing I don't really pay attention so cheering for you is pretty much out of the question. Anyways, I'll wait for you outside babe.”

both oikawa and kyotani were pretty baffled at your statement

kyotani was probably the most surprised out of the two, did you really come to his games just to support him

he was pulled out of his thoughts when kindaichi spoke up,

“Now that they mentioned it, I honestly haven't ever seen Y/N look up from their phone unless Mad Dog was on the court, and they only ever cheer for him.”

kyotani almost let a smile slip out at his teammate’s words

he couldn't believe how much you cared about him and supported him

he never knew how you managed to put up with him but he was beyond grateful for it

he loved you more then he would ever let on

on the walk home, you didn't know why kyotani was so much more affectionate then usual, but who were you to complain?

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thedrarrylibrarian · 4 years ago

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Hello librarian! First I'am so excited for this blog! Congrats on it. I just end up reading a fic with a pretty agressive Harry and now I'am sad. Would you rec me some cute fluffly fic pretty please?? Sorry any grammar mistakes english is not my first language.

No need to apologize for any grammar mistakes- I appreciate that you wrote this message in a language that isn’t your first language for me. Speaking more than one language is so impressive, so I can tell by this message that you’re absolutely brilliant!

Your holds are here! I tried to find some cute fluffy fics that featured a softer, and a little bit smitten Harry to make up for your bad experience. I hope they hit the spot!

Fluffy Fics

Prompts: I love you by @cibeewastaken

In a letter - Over a cup of tea - Loud, so everyone can hear - With a hoarse voice, under the blankets - On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair - From very far away - Over a beer bottle/Not said to me - When baking chocolate chip cookies - In awe, the first time you realised it - A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

The Only Thing Harry Loves About Books by Grace_28

Throughout his entire life, Harry Potter has felt indifferent about books. He didn't love them as Hermione did, nor did he hate them with a passion like Dudley did. But, if there's one thing he could say about them, he loves how they never fail to bring a smile to his fiance's face.

Rage Against the Machines by @gallifrey1sburning

In which Draco battles a variety of Muggle appliances, and Harry attempts to stop him from burning down a building or accidentally offing himself while simultaneously dealing with the fact that Draco looks extremely good in those Muggle trousers.

Colds and Cupboards by Scarlett_Lucian

In which Draco Malfoy has a horrible cold and insists that he's fine. Also in which Harry Potter knows his boyfriend isn't fine and takes matters into his own hands. Matters involving the Gryffindor common room, piles of blankets, cuddling, and a made-up story to soothe Draco to sleep.

Fresh Fruit by @drarryangels

Fresh fruit is sweet, tart, kissable. Oh so kissable on Draco's mouth. Harry loves it, loves this, loves everything in this garden. Everything about it is precious and never-ending.

Reflections by @triggerlil

There's something at Hogwarts that Harry wants to show Draco, and there's something Draco feels that he doesn't quite know how to put into words.

Cursed by @thunder-of-dragons

Harry gets cursed during a mission and is now unable to say the words love or any equivalent or similar feelings. Perfect. Just when he had worked up the courage to tell Draco how he feels.

Say My Name by @hogwartstoalexandria

Draco could get used to the kind of quiet that comes with having a sleeping Harry Potter in his bed while he sips his morning tea.

As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or comment!

Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

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thekatherinewinchester · 4 years ago

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Touch

Summary: Soulmates are found by touch; wherever you touch them, a mark symbolizing that person appears. Reader longs to meet her soulmate but in order to that she has to touch them - Reader has an aversion to touch. What happens when reader starts working at the BAU as a PA and starts having feelings for a certain genius agent.

Characters: Spencer Reid, Fem!Reader

Paring(s): Spencer x Fem!Reader

Parts: 1/1

Word Count: TBD

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: This fic was part of a secret fic swap on @imagining-in-the-margins discord. This is for my sweet Meg - @daydreamingatnight209 ❤️

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO SPENCER REID, THE BAU, OR ANYTHING CRIMINAL MINDS RELATED. I SIMPLY OWN THE READER.

I looked upon the new soul pair with longing. I want that; I long to find my my soulmate. It would never happen though. In order to discover one’s soulmate, touch is involved. That is where the problem lies -I have an aversion to touch. It’s something I have dealt with since I was a little girl.

Getting up, I took my turn in congratulating the newest couple in the in the BAU, Luke Alvez and Penelope Garcia. We all knew they were soulmates before they even touched. “Congrats you guys, I’m so happy for you both! I might be still be a little new and just a probationary agent, but even I could see that you two were meant to be together.” I blew them a kiss before sitting back down at my desk. Garcia blew one back at me. I will forever be grateful that this team that I hope to be a part of one day have been so understanding about my feelings towards being touched. Then again, they have gotten used to having a different teammate, Spencer, having an aversion to touch due to his autism. I have noticed that he is more open to touch when it’s someone he cares about, like his team.

Dr. Spencer Reid is the final person to hug and congratulate the couple. I felt my heart flutter seeing his smile. The man has captured my attention since I was first introduced to him nine months ago. He has been a huge comfort when I start to feel insecure about my aversion to touch. He truly understands and it’s a nice change. The team have been wonderful and supportive, but it’s different when someone else experiences it too. I don’t know why I am this way, I just have always been for as long as I can remember.

I freely admit it, I wish I could have Spencer as my soulmate. Deep down I know that he deserves to have someone better than me -someone he be physically affectionate with. By physical affection I mean, hugging, cuddling, hand holding, and the like. I would love to feel what a forehead kiss feels like. This is something sweet yet intimate that I would love to experience but, I am too afraid to.

“Hey Y/N, we’re all going out for dinner to celebrate later and we would love it if you would join us,” came the sweet and perky voice of Garcia. I smiled at her. It’s wonderful feeling like I am already an official member of the team.

“I would love to Garcia. I can meet everyone at the restaurant once a place has been picked,” I nodded in excitement. This would be my first team outing and I couldn’t be happier.

Pulling up to the Japanese restaurant I let out a breath. As excited I am, I’m also nervous. I have never joined the team in a public setting outside of work. I began to worry that I didn’t bring enough money -I would never just assume that someone would take care of my meal-, that didn’t want to order the wrong dish, I wasn’t sure if I should order alcohol or not. I forced myself to take a deep breathe and let go of all my worries and anxieties. I had nothing to worry about and everything would be fine.

I got out of the car and straightened out the skirt of my dress. I entered the restaurant and began to make my way to the hostess stand to see if I was the first to arrive or if they could direct me to my table. Before I reached the podium I heard Spencer before I saw him -well his front side anyway. It might sound creepy but I would know his head of curls anywhere. They just always looked so soft and fluffy. I had seen a couple of pictures of him with his short hair, but I have to admit that I much preferred his shoulder length locks.

Just as I was about to call out to Spencer I heard my name being called from somewhere behind me. Turning around to see who was seeking my attention, I didn’t pay attention to how close I was to Spencer. He began turning at the sound of my name too but his right shoulder blade met my left shoulder blade.

I just stood frozen for a moment. I know that Spencer was talking to me but it all sounded muffled. It was like I’d turned into a statue. I couldn’t force myself to move no matter how much I wanted to. I felt my mind going blank.

It took me a moment to get over the shock of being touched. By the time came out of it, the whole team had gathered around me and we had an audience. I could tell that they wanted to move me out of sight from the other restaurant patrons but didn’t want to touch me without consent. Looking at the team I could see the worry on their faces.

“Why don’t we move out of everyone else’s way,” came JJ’s voice. I could hear the worry in voice. I just nodded, I felt like I couldn’t find my voice quite yet. I followed the team to an party room the restaurant was allowing us to use for the moment.

“I am so sorry, Y/N! I didn’t know you were that close behind me,” Spencer looked at me with so much worry. He looked as if he had broken me. I managed to give him a small smile.

I cleared my through in attempt to get my voice working. “I’m okay Spencer, I was just shocked. I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” I tried reassuring the sweet doctor that I really was okay. He didn’t damage me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the girls huddled together whispering and Garcia bouncing like an excited child. Before I could think anything of it, Spencer recaptured my attention.

“I’m still really sorry. You would think I would have a better idea of my surroundings,” He smiled embarrassedly at me. The smile that graced my face at the sight of his was embarrassingly big. I just love all his smiles.

“I promise that it’s okay. I wasn’t expecting it so, it shocked me more than anything.” I reassured the doctor. Honestly, I was feeling a little confused. I have avoided being touched for so long that I don’t actually remember what it’s like to be touched. I didn’t feel awful like I did as a kid and it didn’t hurt - I didn’t feel anything really, but shock. More so that we bumped together rather than “oh my god, he touched me.” Maybe, just maybe, I’m not as adverse to touch like when I was little girl.

“Y/N, I don’t wanna freak you out or anything but you have a mark on your shoulder… right here Spencer touched,” I heard the strained excitement in Garcia’s voice. She wanted to be happy so bad but she wasn’t sure how I would react.

“What is it, what‘s the mark?” I asked no one in particular. Spencer moved to look at the new ink on my skin.

Without thinking, he begins tracing my skin with the tips of his fingers.“It’s an open book with a steaming cup of coffee, and what looks to be a traveling airplane.” I shivered at the feel of his touch but I wasn’t disgusted or anything by it. Actually, it felt refreshing. I turned around to face Spencer. He still hadn’t registered that he had touched me. We just stared at each other for a moment before it dawned on me. Spencer Reid is my soulmate.

“We’re soulmates,” I softly whispered. If he wasn’t so close to me, Spencer wouldn’t have heard me. A huge grin form on his handsome features.

“From the moment we met, I hoped my soulmate would be you,” Spencer confessed. My own smile grew as big as his.

A loud squeal -curtesy of Garcia- broke us from our little bubble. I looked over at the team and they all had shining smiles upon their faces. Their resident genius had found his other half finally.

“Seems like we get to celebrate not one but two new soul pairings,” announced Rossi. “Well, officially welcome to the family, Y/N!”

I blushed. “Thank you Rossi.” I looked back to my soulmate, “I’m really happy it’s you, too”

The team began making their way to the reserved table so that the celebrations could finally get underway. I tentatively took Spencer’s hand in mine. He looked at me with surprise.

“It doesn’t feel like it used to. I’m hoping that this mean I can start trying to recover from my childhood. I don’t how much I can handle, but this seems like a start.” I spoke softly.

Spencer squeezed my hand lightly, “Whatever you need. We can go as slow as you want.”

I smiled gratefully at him. “Thank you, that means so much to me.”

We resumed our path to the table where the rest of the team was waiting for us. Looking around the table I felt at home. I knew that life was only going to get better from here on out.

Wheels Up Fam:

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hannie-dul-set · 4 years ago

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who in svt would agree to back you up in a fight

we're talking about fist fights here, folks. blood, bruises, bones cracking, men crying. the works. if this was an argument things would go different. remember that some of our boys are himbos and would start malfunctioning during a verbal face off. please be considerate.

seungcheol: the first thing he would would do is ask why the FUCK are you getting into a fight?? are you crazy?? you could get HURT jesus christ kids these days (that's the point, cheol) even though he reprimanded you, he'd still show up to pummel your opponents with one arm only. how DARE they try to fight you what kind of savages. super cheol to the rescue <3 | rating: 9/10 because your ears will fall off from his scolding afterwards.

jeonghan: with how sly and sneaky this bastard is, you might think it would be a good idea to get him as your backup. an instant win, you won't even lift a finger. but no. he'd say sure let's go punch some dick or whatever but oh god your blood runs cold because fuck. he didn't show up. will only help if you agree to become his lifelong slave but uh, is it worth it? | rating: 4/10 because making deals with the devil is only a good idea if you're stupid and/ or a lunatic.

joshua: will show up, no doubts about that. shua is a man of his words. but then when you actually start fighting you immediately regret your decisions because apparently his muscles are only for show, not for use. these babies are for flexing not hurting smh. you end up losing because the only thing pretty boy knows how to do is stand there like a fucking dumbass joshua we had our hopes up, dammit | rating: 3/10 cause hey, at least he's nice to look at.

junhui: lmao did you think he'd answer you if you call him for help? did you really think he knows how to answer his phone? you'd be in the middle of fighting, desperately calling him for him because you're about to die, but oops junhui's busy playing kartrider, try again later. dude will ghost you until the day after the fight and he sees your broken nose, black eye and he'd ask "damn, had a rough night?" and you weren't able to stop yourself from jumping at him | rating: 0/10 the only thing you're getting from him is anger.

soonyoung: oh man he is DOWN for a fucking fight. he doesn't need a reason why. the moment you say "hey soon, i'm abt to get into a fight and—" "FIGHT?? COUNT ME IN" he has a taekwondo blackbelt, and you're SURE you're gonna win oh man. but when he shows up you're like yes baby but then you squint a little. hearing the shouts from behind him and you're like fuck. he brought a fucking mob. | rating: not sure how to rate this because the small 2v2 fight you planned turned into an underground fighting ring. oops.

wonwoo: all it takes for wonwoo to swoop in to the rescue is if you mention that you're in danger. he'd arrive mid battle, realizing that you had planned this entire thing and he's mad. he'd still beat them up for you, obviously. breadstick wonwoo is no more. the only downside is that after he's done with your opponents, he'd also bet you up because you're a fucking dumbass | rating: 7/10 because yes you won, but you also won a trip to the hospital (you deserve it, says wonwoo).

jihoon: one of your best bets. but only if he's not busy. i mean, do i even have to elaborate??? to explain?? one look at his tiny, compressed body building baby frame you'd be running. fuck that shit, i ain't signing up for an early acces to death— your opponents. "fight them, hoonie" "but they're already running away" "fight them" he sighs and he's like did you just arrange this to watch me fight someone and you're like yes precisely | rating: 10/10 plus bonus points for entertainment value.

minghao: first of all, why would you even ask him? minghao is a busy man, do you think he has time for childish fights? pathetic. he may be a martial arts king but these alley fights are horrid. you could have at least made an effort to actually sign up to an illegal fighting club. he'd ignore all your calls, leave all your messaged on read, and let you get beat up. he'd ask you the next day "so how was the fight?" and you're like fuck off | rating: 1/10 one point because minghao.

mingyu: well. uh. this one is a complicated case. he has the physical capabilities to win a fist fight. this is mingyu we're talking about. but he's nervous. he's scared. he only agreed because he can't just leave you to fend off for yourself alone awh. the fight starts, the other guy attempts a right hook to his face and mingyu PANICS and OH MY GOD he's fallen to the floor— dragging you with him. he's trying his best he really is and somehow you win the fight, but you end up just as battered, or even worse than your opponents | rating: -7/10 he did more harm than good rip.

seokmin: the fuck he can't hurt an ant why the fuck would you want him involved in a fight what is wrong with you. but this is sweet seokmin, he'd still show up if you ask. NOT to participate, of course. he'll be your own cute cheerleader and maybe nurse later on if you end up getting destroyed. "NOOO Y/N GET BACK UP YOU CAN DO IT" "YES TO THE RIGHT THAT'S IT!!" he'd cry whenever you got hit, and the end results looks he was the one who got in the fight instead of you | rating: 5/10 because he gave you a hello kitty band aid afterwards.

seungkwan: he would FREAK OUT because jesus christ you're getting into a fight?? UNPREPARED??? wow you're unbelievable. he'd agree to help you, of course with equal compensation. the day of the fight comes and you're face to face with your opponent. kwan was taking a while to show up and you were starting to get worried but then he pulls up with am entire fucking posse of big scary men and you're like oh my fucking god. insant win. rating: 8/10 because the emotional trauma wasn't worth the victory.

vernon: nonie is a pacifist. no fighting!! no violence!! why would you want to fight, that's not good :( he doesn't want you to fight and holy fuck, sudden turn of events, he manages to CONVINCE you not to. and so you don't show up to the place, and your opponents got angry and stormed to find you but oh?? he managed to convince them to stop as well??? wow you go vernon show them to the path of righteousness | rating: 100/10 vernon is the peace fairy we all need.

chan: "fight??? did you say fight??? oh my god PLEASE tell me there's a fight let me fucking FIGHT" chan has been waiting for this moment oh my god. the day that he'd be able to release his pent up frustrations from because of his hyungs. he's unhinged. unstoppable. oh my god what have you done you've just caused an irreversible awakening. please tell me you have the money for a bail and for a funeral because those guys aren't coming out alive | rating: 10/10 you won. yeah you did. congrats. the next problem is how to hide a dead body.

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unbelievableholland · 5 years ago

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Hi!!! Congrats on 117 followers aahhh you so deserve it! May I please request prompts 16,42, and 45 with Peter Parker or Tom Holland? Thank you so so much - 💕💕

Far From Home

Pairing: Peter Parker x MJ, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Injuries, angst.

Words: 2,290

Summary: During your European trip, you and Peter drift apart.

A/N: I’M SORRY THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG, and I dunno if this was what you had in mind😅 I went through MAJOR writer’s block, but I powered through it and made this. I got a little carried away, and yeah it might be a 2 or 3 part mini series.

Prompts:

16. “Am I really that bad?”

42. “Making you fall in love with me was never my intention”

45. “I’m fine, really. I always knew he wasn’t the one. I guess you can say he’s just my almost.”

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“Ned! We’re clear on the plan, right?”

You and Ned were talking when Peter interrupted you, bouncing with enthusiasm. Ned looked at you with sorrowful eyes before looking at Peter, masking his previous expression with an emotion almost as enthusiastic as Peter.

“Uh, pshh yeah duh. Don’t be too obvious about it though. You were literally shouting.”

Peter rubs the back of his head with his right hand, looking around to see if anybody heard. He’s giggling nervously and you can’t help but adore him for it, he’s just so cute. Gosh, this boy will be the end of you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep it down. Sorry to interrupt you guys. I’ll head to my class. See you later!” After he did his handshake with Ned, he left to go to his class since he doesn’t have Biology with you and Ned.

Ned looks back at you. You both didn’t miss the fact that Peter barely paid attention to you before he left. You understand it though, he’s excited for his plan to get MJ. He’s giddy.

“Ned, stop it. I don’t like it when you pity me.”

“Yeah, but I can’t help it. Probably all of Midtown expected the two of you to get together. Hell— I thought you’d end up together! I was really rooting for it.”

You see, Peter and you used to be inseparable. You had nicknames for each other, he used to put his arm around you and around your waist all the time. He even used to kiss your cheek from time to time. Used to.

Those didn’t happen anymore though. He used to flirt— apparently unintentional though— with you all the time. Everyone thought so, but again, those don’t happen anymore. Especially with MJ in the picture.

You just accepted it. Even if you’ve been practically in love with Peter since freshman year.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, really. I always knew he wasn’t the one. I guess you can just say he’s my almost.”

“Almost?”

“Yeah. Almost. I know that we weren’t ever together, but you know” You shrug it off, wiping your eyes before the tears could fall.

You couldn’t explain it properly, but yeah. You know there was something between you and Peter, but maybe there wasn’t? Maybe there almost was?

Damn mixed signals.

Ned just shakes his head and sits back in his chair as the teacher enters the classroom to begin the lecture.

When they told you you’d be going to have a European trip, you didn’t want to go. As much as you want to explore the rich culture and art of Europe, you’d rather stay home. Just because of Peter’s plan. You know he’d never stop talking about it.

But when Peter begged you to come, begged you to join him and Ned on the trip. How could you say no?

It’s not like you have anything against Michelle. You actually think she’s a cool girl. Smart as well.

She’s not like Peter, and that’s what makes them good together. Opposites attract. Right?

On the day of the trip, you’re pretty early, so you got first in line to enter the plane. Mostly because you’re trying to avoid Peter though.

On the plane, you picked a random seat around the middle and picked the one beside the window so you could look outside. You’ve never been on a plane before, so you’re pretty anxious, but you still want to see the view outside.

Your plan on avoiding Peter has worked pretty well so far. You half expected him and Ned to find you, and you expected at least Ned to be the one to sit next to you.

Instead, when you feel someone shuffling beside you, it’s not either of them.

It’s Flash.

He sees you, and instead of leaving or saying something rude to make fun of you, he smiles. A genuine, happy-to-see-you smile.

The happy vibes radiating off of him influenced your mood, so you smiled back as he moved to sit on the seat next to you. You didn’t say anything though and you turn your head to the window once again.

It weirds you out a bit that Flash just smiled at you instead of being rude. Of course, he had never been mean to you. Only Peter, and that in and of itself resulted in you not wanting to talk to him.

Maybe he wasn’t who you thought he was.

You shake the thoughts out of your head because he’s bullied Peter enough. He doesn’t seem nice. Not to you at least.

But, you’re open minded to the thought of befriending him. At least during the trip. You don’t want to be alone and you don’t want to have bad blood with him if he’s going to be sitting next to you.

Since the moment you’ve been in your head though, you have been unconsciously staring at Peter that has been in his seat for about 5 minutes now.

“You know, if you really like Parker that much, you should tell him”

You flinch when Flash leans a little closer to you and whispers. You heart beat calming down after a few seconds.

“I don’t— what are you talk— ok, fine. I do like him, but he doesn’t like me. End of story.”

“He did. If it wasn’t obvious enough, he did. Now, he likes MJ. What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing, and, you never got confirmation that he liked me so…”

“Okay then, if you’re not going to do anything, who are you going to be with for the trip? It looks like you’ve been avoiding him judging from the fact that you chose to sit alone, and Ned looks like he’s getting along fine with Betty over there.” He snickers, as he points to Ned and Betty next to each other, giggling like children in a candy store.

Peter on the other hand, ended up next to Mr. Harrington due to his failed attempts at trying to get seated next to MJ.

“I dunno. I’ll probably spend it alone. It’s not like I have any other friends.”

“Hmm, well, I guess I can make an exception”

“What?”

“You can hang with me for the duration of the trip”

Your eyes widen and your back straightens in shock. Did— did Flash just offer to hang out with you? It might be a bit weird, but you like the idea. You like the idea of enjoying the trip with someone else, at least.

“I… I’d like that, actually.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

He smiles once again at you and leans back on his chair, putting on his headphones and closing his eyes to try and get some sleep.

Once you arrive in Venice, you pick up your bags and of course, follow Flash. Peter and Ned on the other hand, stared in shock when you went passed them to go to Flash in front of the boat for the canals.

You’re talking and laughing with him. They didn’t ever think you’d be friends with Flash. Ever. You always talked about how he annoyed you, how he was such a prick.

Peter steps forward, moving to keep you away from Flash in fear that he might do something to prank you or hurt you, but before he could, Ned stopped him.

“Peter, come on. She looks like she’s having fun. Let her have fun.”

“But it’s Flash! You know we can’t trust him!”

Peter whisper shouted. He always felt protective of you. He always did, and will continue to be.

“Yes, I don’t trust him, but I trust Y/N, and I know you do too. She’s not yours Pete. You have to let her live her life”

With a huff, Peter finds a seat on the boat and watches you interact with Flash, unintentionally sending a death glare at the two of you.

This went on for the rest of the trip. Even when Peter’s fighting the water monster, he takes a second to spare a glance at you to see if you’re ok. For some reason, he felt…something when he saw Flash next to you with his hand holding yours while both of you are running away.

He forgets about it though. Especially when Nick Fury and Mysterio came along.

When you made it to Prague, you actually thought back about the things that have happened, and it’s crazy.

First, you actually enjoyed your time with Flash. Second, everything that involved Mysterio and your trip. You know something’s up, and you want to find out what it is.

So, the night Mr. Harrington forced you to watch the opera, you snuck out. Knowing full well that Peter snuck out as well.

Things get even crazier. You see Peter, in an all-black suit, but you only realized that it was him when you saw the web.

That’s definitely Peter.

You had gone to the ferris wheel since you saw Ned and Betty there, but before you could even go near it, a lava monster appears. While you know there most likely is a name for these things, you’re too busy trying to run away to think about it.

Running to the opposite direction, you bump into someone, both of you falling down in the process. You quickly apologize without looking at him and continue to run.

Although, you definitely should have looked at him, because during the fall, he quickly attached a tracking device on the bottom of your shoe. Tiny enough that it wouldn’t be recognizable.

Out of breath, you stop in a random alley where you see Peter. Your breath hitching when you notice that he had noticed you too.

“Uh…hey Y/N! I-uh,I can explain I—”

“Cut the crap I know you’re Spider-Man.”

“What! What are you—”

“Pete”

With a sigh, he was about to speak, until he noticed something on your arm.

“Y/N! Your bleeding!”

“What? No I'm—”

You look down on your arm where he had his eyes on, and yes, you are in fact, bleeding. You just assume that it’s from the debris earlier that was flying everywhere.

Peter is examining your arm like a mad man though. When you notice that he’s holding you, you yank your arm away from him.

“Peter I’m fine.”

“No you’re not! Why won’t you let me help you??”

He’s still trying to get your arm to see if it’s still bleeding—which it is— but you keep backing away from him.

“Y/N, let me help.”

“No.”

“Why?! Why are you backing away? You know what, why are you even avoiding me? And why Flash?” Yes, the question seems random, but he has to ask. He’s been thinking about it since the first day of the trip.

You don’t answer, the floor suddenly being a source of interest.

“Why!?! Why Y/N!? Why d—”

“Because I love you! I’ve loved you for a really long time but you never even liked me back. I didn’t mean to avoid you, we just grew apart when you suddenly kept hanging out with Michelle, and-and Flash? He’s actually a really really nice guy. To me, at least. A-and I know it’s my fault I fell for you b-but there was something, right? I mean, you kissed me on the cheek, you wrapped your arms around my waist and everything! Everyone thought we were together!”

Out of breath, your chest heaving and you have tears in your eyes threatening to fall. You look like a mess, but Peter could care less what you look right now. He didn’t known you thought that way and he feels horrible that he had done this to you.

“I’m sorry—”

“I-I don’t need your sympathy Peter. I get enough of that from Ned.

“Ned knows?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too, Y/N b—”

“but not in the way I love you. Yeah, I know.”

“Making you fall in love with me was never my intention.”

Peter didn’t know what else to say except that he’s sorry. He feels a little betrayed by Ned that he didn’t tell him, but he understands. Ned’s you friend as well, and he isn’t obligated to tell Peter everything.

You begin to walk away slowly, trying to get out of the situation to go wallow in your own sadness, but not before turning around to face in one more time.

“I have a question. You don’t need to answer, but it’s really been bothering me ever since MJ.”

He looks at you expectantly. Hoping that you’d stay a little bit more.

“Am I really that bad?”

Peter’s a bit taken aback by your question. How could you even think that? To Peter, you’re perfect.

“What— No! How could you think that??”

“Because you chose her.”

He has to admit, there was something between the both of you. He wouldn’t have been acting so intimate with you if there wasn’t.

“There- there was something between us. I didn’t know what is was and I still don’t. I have to admit that, but I guess MJ… Y/N, your perfect. You are, but—”

“But not as perfect as her”

“I didn’t say that—”

“You didn’t have to”

“Will you just let me finish!”

Just then, your phone rings. You check your phone, and you have about 28 texts and 5 missed calls from Flash and 15 missed calls and 35 texts from Ned. You assume they’re looking for you.

Saved by the bell, you think.

“I-I have to go. They’re probably looking for me.”

Before Peter could even speak, you run away to the direction of the hotel. Clutching your arm to help stop the bleeding.

Still, oblivious to the small device under your shoe.

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