#not taking it seriously can be DANGEROUS. and he still succeeded so well

[layzeal]

yet another thing that leaves me at awe that wwx managed to be one of the best cultivators of his generation despite starting relatively late and messing around a lot during his teens

[blingblong55]

Knock 'em dead kid- 141

This is based on a request:

F!Reader, assassin! reader, mentions of blood,

Backstory:

Before working with the team, you were working as a mercenary for a private military company. You dealt with hard missions, always succeeding though. You were one of the best highly trained soldiers your branch could ever seek for. Always completing the mission with no regrets, and no other questions asked. No one in your old team ever mess with you, they knew what you could be capable of if left with you alone for 30 seconds.

You are now a 28 year old soldier, a badass with snipes, automatic rifles, and your favorite an M-16. After Price visited his old friend he found you. You had just arrived from a mission with your team, you were well groomed for what you had just done. He sure thought you were just another young one. No experience under your belt. Now it was hard to judge you, all of your missions had been redacted, the only thing he could see was your name, alias, age and who you were currently working for, besides that everything else was cleared out.

"you are coming with me kid." he said, handing you your assignment. You grabbed your bags and off you went.

---------------

It has been a year working with the Task Force. They all tried to take you seriously, but you looked so adorable, like a little kid. You were so small compared to them all. And the way you would look up at them with those kind innocent eyes of yours, how could they ever tell who you were when alone with the enemy.

And apparently tonight would be the night they met "grim" the alias you had earned over the years. As the team geared up, soap approached you. Cocky bastard behavior tonight, you thought. "if you feel like you are in danger you call out for me, I'll protect ya lass." he gave you a smug smile. "sure, I'll do that" you rolled your eyes when you turned from him.

By 0300, the team had touched ground, you all in night vision. "Ghost, soap, grim, take left, gaz, delta, you stay with me." Price commanded, the team splits up, you trail behind the men. "Stay close grim." soap said, you nod. At some point you reach your spot. But things turn left quickly. As you all ducked down, two rounds start flying towards you all. Ghost orders you both follow him. He finds a small trench. It was a gun fight for a while.

And after much fight, you guys can finally move forward. Soap always making sure you are behind him. ''Soap watch our backs, Grim, you stay with me." Ghost cold voice whispers. You two enter a building, ghost gets hit in the face by the butt of a gun. You duck down, "soap, come in!" you order at him. But you couldn't wait for him. So you grab your gun, push a few away from your commander and with a knife you stab on in the eye, you cold bloodlessly take the knife out. The man holds onto his face, kneeling down.

You look back at Ghost who happens to still be on the ground. You finish the man with a bullet through the back of his skull. The other men start bolting towards you. You kick one away as the other holds you by the throat. You wish you could make a joke, but you have to protect your team. It was the first time you worked with a full team. It was odd to be selfless.

Your elbow comes in contact with the mans stomach and as the other gets up, you quickly grab the mans arm, biting into it and then you flip him over. He falls to the ground. You hold your knife close, you start fighting with the other man, your knife cutting his skin. Blood splatters on your face, leaking down your shirt. The man slaps you to which you quickly punch him.

Meanwhile, Soap arrives. He was in shock watching you fight. He tried to approach you, "stay back, help Ghost up." you stabbed the man in his abdomen, you pull your gun out and shoot at his chest twice. You turn back to the man you had flipped around. He has a gun pointed at you, his hands trembling. "not so good are you." you grab his gun, throwing it away. You kick his balls, to which you earn a groan. Price walks in, thinking you and the other men had cleared the room. He was in shock, seeing how a woman of your size took down the big guys.

Gaz walks in, and immediately looks at soap. "yep." he nods, knowing the question gaz was about to ask.

You finish the man, shooting him in the head. More blood splashed onto you. You turn to find the team. They had once seen you as the new kid, a harmless little thing, and now you were here standing in front of them. You smile. "done!"

Your eyes meet there's, you start to laugh at their reactions. Even Ghost, although masked, can really be expressive with his eyes. "you should wash that look now. we have a mission to complete."

Price takes a closer look at the men you've killed. "those men were the mission."

"oh..sorry?"

He chuckled like a proud father and walked over to you, handing you an old handkerchief. "wipe your face and let's go home yeah?"

you nod, that sweet little girl look in your eyes. He was really terrified at that. How can you just switch up on them so easily, dont know, but they were impressed, scared and proud, all at once.

A/N: I honestly believe that was the day Ghost was afraid of something...

I really hope you did like it, also I know this is shorter than my usuals, sorry about that

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[vibratingskull]

Hewo! Can you do thrawn x female reader where he accidentally raising his voice/yelling,and then he immediately feel bad and things eventually get patched up

Thrawn loosing his temper? Damn, that sh*t must be serious!

ThrawnxF!reader

You hold on Thrawn’s stare. You hold your position, sure of yourself and your plan. 

Thrawn on the other hand... Doesn’t appear as convinced. 

“I can do it!” You insist, “If you give me the command of a special squad, hide the navette behind an asteroid that you will propulse with a tractor beam, I can come alongside his mothership, take down his crew and liquidate that fucker!” 

“I refuse.” He simply responds. 

The tone is controlled, calm, almost disinterested. 

“Grand Admiral! You know me and what I am capable of! You saw me in training, you saw my scores, you know my records and all my succeeded missions! I.can.do.it!” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Thrawn! I ca-” 

“I said no!”  

You start at the sudden shout. 

Did he... Did he just raise his voice at you? 

You were so surprised and shocked you took a step back, with a loss for words. Thrawn had never raised his voice at you before. 

Never. 

No matter how angry he could get, he never raised his voice against you once! 

You gulp, so taken aback you have no idea what to do. Thrawn looks straight at you, gaze clear and decided, brows frowned and back straight. He raised on his feet when he shouted, slamming his two hands on his desk. You shudder under his gaze, not knowing what to say. 

“I... I just...” You feel your lips trembling and your voice cracks. 

Thrawn blinks and seems to snap out of his anger when he realizes how distraught you are. He skirts his desk and comes to embrace you, regretting his words. 

“Ch’acah...” He calls soflty, “Ch’acah forgive me. I did not intent to startle you.” He tries to soothe you, hugging you in his warm arms, pressing you against his broad chest, “But Nuso Esva is a trickster and a devious warrior. I do not doubt your capacities for a second, but he is too treacherous too reckon with a simple squad.”  

You tremble in his arms, slowly calming down from your shock state, hugging him back tentatively with shaking hands. 

“I just--wanted to be useful to you...” You manage to let out. 

“You are Ch’acah, more than you will ever know. But this man is too dangerous for you to take down alone. Your plan would work on any other target but this one, and I cannot bear to lose you.” 

You sigh back a sob, digging your nails in his white uniform. 

“If I let you die without trying to stop you, I could never recover from that. Please my love, understand that I am trying to save your life, not to disparage you in any way... Calm down my love.”  

His thumb comes to caress your cheek tenderly, pressing his palm against your jaw. He gently takes your chin to tilt your head to meatt his gaze. 

“Look at me Ch’acah. I am sorry for raising my voice, but I simply could not let you walk toward your death without putting an end to it. Will you forgive me?”  

His tone is calm and even before recoverng to its usual sterness, but his eyes... His eyes were begging, regretting the shock he instilled in you... 

You sniff a good time and smile to him. 

“Of course, Thrawn.” 

He looks at you intently before letting a sigh out and relaxing his shoulders. 

“Thank you, Ch’acah.” 

You push a strand of hair behind your ear to put up a front and look back to him. 

“Will you at least let me participate in the strategizing?” You ask, hopeful. 

You may not be able to take Nuso Esva down with a quick assassination mission as you do so well but you can still be useful in other ways. 

“Of course, my love. I take all your ideas seriously and await impatiently your opinion on my next plan.” He promises, a small comforting smile on his lips. “We will take him together.” 

This smile... 

Is only for you to see... 

Ever. 

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay @obbicrystaleo @germie2037

[exhaustedwriterartist]

Ok, so instead of drawing some turtles right now (as I appear to have burned what drawing inspiration I had atm), I will share some more slightly cryptid tibits about Our Other Halves. It is a little spoilerly, however, I would really like to share some stuff (so somethings are worded in such a way, but it may be easy to figure it out):

1. The teapot. Wonder what happens with that teapot and when? Oh that teapot is going to be a major pain in the shell for the twins. Someone wants it, and their henchmen are out and about much earlier as I mentioned.

2. As I mentioned earlier as well, the Purple Dragons are much more important, and know how to manipulate a certain someone and hurt others' trust in that someone. There will be multiple arcs with the PDs but the first will lead to a major turning point in the story.

3. Raph fights more in the battle nexus than Mikey, however, when he does, they team up... And they are dangerous.

4. Draxum is one of the Sunset Duos' least favorite people. Spider Gothel isn't much better, but at least she acted like she cared when Mikey was forced to attempt something (at least she did before she used that against him). Draxum is seriously selfish and evil in this au, and nearly succeeded in his one of his most selfish plans via Mikey's attempted [REDACTED]. However, Raph would stop Mikey as the lil guy was getting seriously hurt. Yeah Raph really doesn't like Draxum, and Mikey terrified of him.

5. Because of the horrific time he went through in attempting to make the [REDACTED] for Draxum, Mikey had a hard time accepting his new found hair. He did eventually learn to tolerate, as his mother adored the hair, however it wasn't until he was reunited with Splinter that he learned to actually love his hair.

6. When the story eventually gets to the movie, it's going to look somewhat different. Leo is made leader, but because Don was leader throughout the majority of the story, he still acts the most responsible... This leads to something. Mikey will handle not handle the information Casey tells about how he arrived very well. It's going to take something earth shattering to open a portal again... Wonder what that could be.

7. Raph. Sweet Raph. Making this au had made me realize how much I love Rise! Raph. It is so sad what he has to deal with in the au though. He doesn't just hate Draxum for what he did to his brother after all.

8. It astounds me that Spider Gothel would let the boys go back to Draxum for training after the horrific ordeal, but she is selfish too. She won't be the first to break a deal, nor will she see her boys' potential wasted.

9. I have a feeling that the Sunset Duo are curious about the surface... But they are never to go anywhere unless they are explicitly told to go somewhere by their mama.

10. Splinter is somewhat distant still, as he does have to deal with things, however, he is paranoid about where the twins are all the time after [REDACTED].

11. After some thought, I have concluded that everyone in this au needs a hug. Except for Draxum and Spider Gothel. They can deal without one.

@bowandbrush may I offer you some more lore?

Feel free to ask questions. :]

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

Legitimate Question: Demon Sam and Soulless Dean, what would that be like?

To Start, let’s take a look at what we did get on Supernatural. First, Soulless Sam is frigging terrifying. This character is executed so well and the build-up leading to how dangerous he is is done greatl. At first, once we know he’s soulless, Sam is actually kind of amusing. He’s a dick, but a funny dick (kind of like Dean, but with a harder edge). This is especially jarring when Sam is usually the more empathetic of the brothers, or at least the more restrained one. This peaks, of course, in "Clap Your Hands if You Believe" when he basically steals the show (for me at least … "Safe room…"). We also see that he’s clever and not squeamish (his bloody smile in "Caged Heat" anyone?). But then we see that strong survival instinct and just how far he’ll go to protect himself. Killing Bobby so he can’t have his soul forced back inside him (and the potential danger of it) is … a lot. He isn’t maliciously going after Bobby, it’s just a means that will be justified in the end (for him), and that’s scarier than if he was just angry. He just. Does. Not. Care. And it’s amazing. Later, and in "Clap your Hands." We also see that he bangs every attractive woman that moves in his general vicinity, which is also very unlike our regular, more caring, Sam.

Secondly, we have Demon Dean. This guy is a little more hit and miss for me. When we are introduced to this version of Dean, I have to be honest, my first reaction was, "So, he's basically just a loser, doichebag?" I get the intention of a Dean who doesn’t care and is just out to have fun, free of responsibility or guilt. Whereas Soulless Sam just literally can not give a fuck and ends up being a dick because of it, Demon Dean revels in being a dick. The Demon element in him enjoys being mean and hurting people just because he can. But he doesn’t feel scary at first, just shitty. In the second and third episodes of Season 10, Demon Dean is much more intimidating, the fight with annoying military guy is excellent in showing the scary side of this Dean. He is literally just toying with the man, like a cat playing with a mouse until it’s heart gives out from fear, and the cat just wanders off, now bored. I’ve seen some fans say Dean letting what’s his face (I legitimately can’t remember his name, but I didn’t like the character so I don’t care to look it up) live was an act of mercy, even though Dean himself says it will torment him more knowing he failed to kill Dean, after spending most of his life training for it, than if he had died fighting to avenge his father. I’m inclined to take Dean's word on that. So, yes, this Dean is scary and vindictive. However, the biggest difference in Demon Dean is that he doesn’t care about keeping Baby clean. No, but seriously, he enjoys mocking Sam and their family, and then he tries to kill him. Would he have succeeded if Castiel hadn’t stepped in, as in, would he have actually killed Sam? I’m not sure. But the fact that he wanted to is the polar opposite if the real Dean. For me, Demon Dean had some weak moments and some amazing moments, but he’s definitely not our Dean.

So, if we use these two as a templates for soullessness and becoming a demon, it gives a bit if a template to start with. First, when you’re soulless, you still have instincts and seem to feel certain things like amusement, sexual pleasure, satisfaction (in being successful in a hunt), and a survival instinct. However, you lack the deeper emotions like love, your morality, concern for others, empathy. Jared once described soulless Sam as just being incredibly logical. However, we have also seen throughout the series that soullessness doesn’t affect everybody in the same way (a lot of people seem to do terrible things just because they were curious or are very impulsive). Second, Jensen once described Demon Dean as feeling lighter than regular Dean because he didn’t care about anyone or his responsibilities. So we know, similar to being soulless, demons just don’t care about people (though Azazel seemed to care about Meg in a way). We also see that they enjoy toying with people, inflicting pain (mental even more than physical, for the most part), and they are pretty much also all about their own survival. The biggest difference is, I guess, that they are more actively vindictive and have more true emotion than a soulless person. Also, like with soulless people, demons are somewhat different depending on who they were before becoming demons.

So, if Sam was a demon, say if he kept hitting the demon blood and crossed over, what would he be like? I’m inclined to believe he has the potential to be scarier than Dean, in that he would likely be more focused and goal oriented as a demon. So, would he be pretty much just like soulless Sam, having a lot of sex and killing a lot (people instead of monsters). Would he enjoy toying with people like Dean did, or would he just ruthlessly kill anyone that got in his way. Would he not be all that different because he spent most (or all) of his life with some demon blood running through his veins already? Would he become the new king of hell, leading like he was supposed to as one of the psychic kids? Would he kill Dean for all the times he tried to control his life or because he made Sam feel human in some way, or would he stay away knowing the unknown would make Dean crazy? We saw him threaten Cass when he was soulless. Would he just kill him as a demon for the times he’s screwed the boys over or just because he’s an angel, or would he just be indifferent to him?

What about Dean, if he was soulless, would he act the same as when he was a demon, mostly drinking and having sex, but without the "fun" of messing with people because soulless people don’t seem to feel enjoyment in that way? Or would he go the Sam route and become a monster killing machine, but even more so? I think Dean is more of a fighter/killer than Sam, so it’s possible that while Sam went methodical hunter, Dean would lean into the killeing machine side of things. How would he react to Sam if he couldn’t feel love for him anymore? Would he still have that instinctual drive to protect him, but he just like locks him in the dungeon to keep him safe so he can go out and get stuff done without looking out for him? Or would a Dean who doesn’t love Sam just say screw it, and leave? Would Dean even be an enjoyable character if he didn’t care about Sam, or go fanboy over various different things? How would he treat Cass, like an occasionally useful tool that he’d summon if he needed him (which, let’s be honest, he does even as his normal self at times) on a hunt or something, or would he just ignore him altogether? Would soulless Dean be more similar to MOC Dean, just less angry?

I think I’ll ponder this more and do a follow up post later, but in the meantime …

I really don’t know the answers to my dozens of questions, so if anyone has thought about this in some detail, please do comment, reblog or shoot me an ask with your ideas. I’d love to hear people’s thoughts on Demon!Sam and Soulless!Dean.

[spookymonthcultau]

Lila's panic was relieved and replaced by utter bewilderment. Why would an officer be visiting her at this late hour? Could her mute hysteria have been so clearly audible?As misgivings about the identity of the man at the door were definitely present, the woman first peered through the door peephole. Finding no sign of a cult on the man, she opens the door.

- Hello, Mr. Policeman! I didn't call for help and I don't think my son could have done it since he's sound asleep. - Lila giggled nervously.

- I apologize for disturbing you at this late hour, miss, but the purpose of my visit is far more personal. May I come in? - John asked.

He was frowning and serious, unlike the woman, whose mood verged on mild nervousness.She was still perplexed, but allowed him inside, closing the door.Then she heard something she definitely did not expect.

- Miss, I will be honest with you to the end. I believe there's a cult in this town. And there's a recent theory that you might be involved in their affairs. I'd like you to tell me everything you know. I've been wanting to get to the truth for a long time, but I haven't had enough leads all along. If you have any information, I would like to know it. I hope I don't have to resort to violence.A nervous exhale escapes the woman's lips. Silence is not an option; she will be threatened with a weapon, most likely. Shall I tell it like it is? Does she look suicidal? That would cause even more trouble for her personally. Well, I guess she'd have to use the tricks she'd picked up while she was in the cult.Straightening up and smiling affably, she began:

- Well, your resourcefulness is commendable, no one has ever come this close to learning about something so intimate. - Lila walked leisurely around John, her fingertips barely touching his shoulder. - However, I strongly advise against delving any deeper into this abyss. I know from personal experience what happens to those who go against it. Kidnapping a man I love, I got off easy, but usually cultists prefer bloodier payback.

She stared at him, raising her eyebrows slightly, resting her hand thoughtfully on her chin. Despite the fact that her heart was thudding against the walls of her ribs, she could see that she'd put the cop to shame, which was undoubtedly gratifying.John, however, was not a timid man, and so he repeated firmly:

- Do you have any information?

-Do you have children?

The sheriff was again confused and shook his head slightly.

- Confidential information, miss.

- Hmm, I'll take that as a yes. In that case, I'm afraid your children are in danger, or do you really think you can go against the will of the universe? It's in the hands of the cult, so you'll be doomed to suffer if you decide to play against the rules.

Seeing John's face darken in despair, she mentally rejoiced that she had succeeded, but on the other hand, she was terribly ashamed to let herself be manipulated, even if it was for her own good.Thinking seriously about Lila's words, the policeman bowed his head.

- We'll talk tomorrow, miss. Have a good evening.

- You too, mister! - she shrieked good-bye, smiling awkwardly and closing the exit door.

The sheriff, walking slowly down the sleeping street, pondered now about the nephews he had left in his care, now about Lila's words that all the effort was futile, now about how powerful this cult was, if she said it ruled the universe? Never mind, he would talk to her again tomorrow, but in a more formal setting. And even his bruised state won't hurt. He's hopeful.

***

- What do you need me for, Mr. Mayor? - Patty asks meekly, walking into the office and stopping by the desk.

- It's elementary simple, Patty, all you have to do is correct the case. Specifically, to make it clear that the victim was intoxicated. - Smiling good-naturedly and folding his arms on the table.

The pathologist looks down at the file in mild bewilderment and opens it, his eyebrows arched in even greater incomprehension of what is happening.

- Wouldn't such a lie in Jack's case only make the case worse?

- Not at all, Patty. Alcohol works wonders, and if you write that little correction, the case is closed. Isn't that great? - Evidently Evermore didn't like the fact that Patty had the nerve to ask questions, but keeping a straight face is the golden rule of high society.

- But to shut down a problem with a lie like that is simply ignoring it.

-Aren't you, as mayor.

- As mayor, I am ordering you to carry out what you have said. As a man who has ruled for a long time and pulled on the business, I certainly know better how to please the people. So you'd better learn how to interact with the opposite sex first, then there wouldn't be any silly questions in your bright head. - The man interrupted her unceremoniously, rising from his chair and lifting her head slightly by the chin. To amuse his ego, to emphasize his superiority.Patty's stomach turned cold and she looked away, showing her discomfort, and backed away slightly to avoid being touched. It was unpleasant to hear that, and even worse, she couldn't think of a coherent answer.

- Still, I found the idea...

- Patty, I don't recall asking for your opinion. - And again, the interruption, this time in a slightly elevated tone. - So pick up your pen and go! You are well aware of my credentials, so unless you want to be paid a pittance for your slave labor, reinforce your status as a good worker.

Even before she could object, he added with a foxy chuckle:

- But if low pay is, ironically, the minutiae of life to you, your reputation is long and problematic to repair. And you don't want to get yourself in trouble, do you? Ha ha, you'd still have to deal with the problems in your personal life, and there's more forming on top of that, so I'd advise you to think twice. If blondes are allowed to think.

The woman sighed heavily, taking her pen and quickly adding the necessary phrase.Evermore watched with genuine pleasure at Patty, who, having no other choice, simply obeyed him. She was obviously humiliated and frustrated, and that only made it more fun.Smiling meekly, he escorted the forensic scientist with a glance, only smirking a dry, "Have a good evening."Peeking into the case, a meek chuckle erupted, and then the mayor pulled out his phone, outputting meekly:

"The case has been corrected. Consider the plan already completed."

To which there is an immediate second response:

"The eyes of the universe are enjoying the show. It's proud of you."

- The eyes of the universe are proud of me. - he mutters smugly, putting the file away in his desk drawer. Then, turning to the wide window, Evermore looks up at the starry sky. Dark, distant, alluring, and mysterious.

[sparky-is-spiders]

So my drawing tablet looks to have been injured in the trip back to college and I haven’t checked to see if it still works. So. Uh. Anyway I made my bastard lizards (+ the one insect) into mammals.

Bastard Lizard Battlecats AU!!

I tried to stick to more realistic coat colors but Amaldyne can have a purple eye. As a treat.

Some AU facts, presented in no particular order:

- Amaldyne’s warrior name is just her dragon family name. If you’re wondering who would name a kit “Rotkit” I think there was a bit of a tradition of giving kits “scary” or “menacing” names.

- Blizzardshard (Eityr) got her prefix the same way. That or she was an outsider who was brought to the clan young.

- They’re all in ShadowClan!

- Rotwing was a relatively well-respected warrior. A little intense, but well-meaning, intelligent, ambitious, and with the clan’s best interests at heart. Nobody’s quite sure why her apprentices turned out Like That.

- She mentored Blizzardshard and Lionsong (Leoshgon). Blizzard (who had mostly known her parent’s (Watcherite expy, although I don’t think I’ve talked much about it) intensely controlling behavior found Rotwing a welcome reprieve and a role model. She really looked up to her and became an intensely fanatical supporter. Lion will commit atrocities for affection and Rotwing was more than happy to take advantage of this.

- I imagine that Amaldyne hadn’t considered leadership too seriously, but with ShadowClan under threat from several factions she took it upon herself to fix everything through the power of clawing her way to the top by any means necessary.

- Maybe some horrible calamity can befall her family this time too to give her the push to make some REALLY terrible decisions.

- But without the armageddon time crunch she has time to move the pieces into place. She’s a respected warrior. She has time.

- First order of business is making Blizzard a medicine cat. Blizzardshard would do ANYTHING Rot told her to do so it’s not hard to convince her. Not sure how it happens but it does get done (Blizzard does have a knack for herbs. And maybe some less savory skillsets).

- Leo was the right-hand-man and mate of the Overseer, as well as a former kittypet. As the Overseer got more and more dangerous and controlling he (as before) began collaborating with Amaldyne to kill him (as he was also becoming a serious threat to ShadowClan). When they succeeded, he was brought into the Clan (I imagine she was deputy by this point). While he was a grown adult, he still needed a short apprenticeship period to grow used to clan life and learn how to hunt and fight in ShadowClan.

- Deputy Rotwing had permission to spy on the twolegplace cats but the full scope of her activities was never discovered.

- She was a serious candidate for the deputyship, but possibly had Blizzard place a conveniently rotting birds wing somewhere. Maybe.

- Idk I like the idea of her getting the position legitimately. Or even the sign being real but it being a warning that Blizzard covers up or willfully misinterprets.

- When asked why she was so invested in getting Lion into the clan and making him her apprentice she said that she saw potential in him. This is technically true.

- She worked hard to teach him how to be deputy because she recognized a good puppet when she saw one. She made sure to give him an apprentice as soon as the time was right.

- She definitely got the leader killed after all the pieces were in place.

- Lionsong was her first mistake as leader. He was liked but not respected, both for his outsider heritage and his personality. Rotstar wanted someone who would follow orders and be easily manipulated (but who wouldn’t accidentally start a war by snapping and murdering another deputy like Blizzard), and Lion’s obnoxious chatterbox routine and pushover nature made him a great tool but a poor deputy.

- More charitable cats thought this was just nepotism. Lion and Blizzard were the cats closest to Rotstar in the clan and one of them was too medicine cat to be deputy.

- Less charitable cats recognized Rotstar giving her strongest supporters the only roles with enough power to challenge her decisions.

- Like Blueflame! I haven’t talked about her and Lilypaw (or their original lizardverse versions) but they’re both here. Blueflame’s lizard version doesn’t have a name (that’s like the middle part of character creation for me) but she’s Amaldyne’s ex gf. Their relationship ends as Amaldyne gets worse and worse and it is NOT an easy breakup. Like in the lizardverse, Blueflame is dry-witted, level headed, smart, and somewhat laid back. Lilypaw is an expy of Lesareth Rotwing, Amaldyne’s younger cousin. A somewhat rude academically-minded dragon named after a very rare and poisonous flower.

- Unlike in Lizardverse, Lilypaw is Rot and Blue’s daughter. Canon Amaldyne has enough shit going on without also being a parent but outside of it I like the extra family drama and I eat it like the popcorn.

- Lilypaw is a medicine cat apprentice. Her parents split (on much better terms) when Rotwing first became deputy. She was sort of an absent parent to Lily tbh.

- Blueflame is the one to kill Rotstar and becomes the leader after.

- Rotstar keeps fucking. Starting wars. And scheming to take down enemies. And becoming more and more controlling. She loses a lot of the trust and respect she used to command but is still feared by many. Blizzardshard dies with her, and Lionsong is probably also killed, but might be driven off to parts unknown depending on how cooperative he is.

I left out soooo many things (such as “what if warrior cats did necromancy?”) but this got so fucking long and I am. Tired. Anyway hope you enjoyed. I am constantly putting the lizards in Situations.

[writingpaperghost]

Blur the Line (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: Who's Come Home?

Gou returns, a new Rider appears, and Chase ponders the nature of Shin.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42588966/chapters/107199570

“Masanori,” Kiriko smiled, “Your birthday is coming up, isn’t it? The twenty-fourth, right?”

Taking a drink of his juice, Masanori nodded, “Yeah, the twenty-fourth.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“No, my family’s pretty busy right now.”

She hums for a moment, “Then… we should meet up again, then. Spend some time together.”

Masanori smiled, “That’d be nice.”

---

Drive was trying to do… something. Using that new form of his to try to take out Heart with all that electricity. He kept pushing it into Heart, and it was only a matter of before they’d both be destroyed. Shin’s heart lurched in his chest at the sight, his breath quickening. Were it nearly any other Roidmude Drive was trying to destroy, he wouldn’t be half so terrified. It wouldn’t hurt him the same way.

But Shin wouldn’t lose Heart, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t lose his family again.

Grabbing the Spider Viral Core, he uses it to separate Heart and Drive, barely pulling Heart away before Drive exploded. Shin watches only for a moment, just enough to determine that Drive was most likely destroyed in the explosion, then he helps Heart leave.

It took a while for his heart to calm from the terror of seeing Heart in such a situation. For so much of his life, he’d never considered that he’d ever see him in a position like that. Heart had always seemed invincible in his eyes, ever since Shin had learned what he and the other Roidmudes had done to Banno. If they could do that, then surely there was nothing that could stop them, could kill them.

Yet now, Shin had to face the fact that Heart was very much killable. Maybe Drive would have only succeeded in destroying his body, but they’d yet to revive Medic, there was no one who could grant Heart a new body.

“Shin,” Heart breaks the silence, when they’re back at their base. “Thank you.”

Shin smiled, “Of course, I wasn’t going to sit there while he- well, you know.” His smile fell as he recalled the fight.

“Then I’ll ask you to accompany Brain to see Volt’s plan through.”

---

Accompanying Brain to ensure that the Volt Roidmude did as he was supposed to, Shin found himself boredly waiting. Sooner or later, Drive would show up, and hopefully Kiriko would stay out of the way, this time. He wasn’t sure he could take her putting herself in danger again like she had before.

Almost like clockwork, Drive appears, surely to try to stop Volt. Brain makes his way to intercept Drive first, Shin followed after carefully. It seemed that Kiriko had gone on ahead towards Volt – that worried him, but he knew he couldn’t show it, and certainly not to Brain. Brain liked his feelings towards Kiriko the least.

Shin aids Brain in fighting Drive, for a while at least, so as to further buy Volt time. He should be complete soon, but there was no reason to simply let Drive past. Two on one, Drive was well overpowered.

“What about Kiriko?” Drive asked, blocking Shin’s attack, “You’ll leave her with that Roidmude? Even after going out of your way not to hurt her before?”

He hesitates just a moment, at Drives words. Brain scoffed, “You’re not seriously going to listen to him,” He soon attacked Drive.

Before he can think much more, Shin places himself between Brain’s attack and Drive. He doesn’t say anything, and neither does Drive, Drive simply hurries up to deal with Volt and keep Kiriko safe. Still, he’d taken the attack, forcing his Roidmude appearance underneath to be revealed. And he’s certain Drive and Krim Steinbelt had seen it. But there gone before he can worry about it, and Brain is already scolding him.

“Why did you do that? That was stupid!” Brain’s words were harsh, but perhaps not untrue. Shin kneels on the ground, trying to gather some strength after the attack. “and look! Now you’re injured! Heart is going to be so displeased…”

Sighing, Shin pulls himself up, forcing his human skin back over his Roidmude body. Even that action hurt, but Shin did it regardless, much preferring it over having his Roidmude body visible like that. “It’ll be fine,” He said, slowly, “Medic will be revived either way, Drive isn’t going to be able to stop that.”

Brain shook his head, “It doesn’t matter now. We’ll wait until Medic has revived and then she can deal with you. That way Heart won’t be as upset as if you came back with those injuries.”

---

Kiriko hurried to the restaurant she was supposed to meet Masanori at. Despite her best efforts, the Roidmude case had held her up. Still, it wasn’t the first time something like that had happened, and he was always very understanding of it.

Like he often does, he greets her with a smile, “You look nice,” Kiriko sits herself down and tries not to pay his comment much mind, though it was true that she’d made an attempt to dress a bit nicer than normal.

In contrast to Masanori, who wore the clothes he always did. But that was just a quirk of his, so she wasn’t surprised. She holds a bag out to him, “I got you a gift.”

“Thank you,” He takes it, “Although I’ve already gotten a wonderful gift.”

“Oh… you have?”

His smile is large when he answers, “My mom’s returned, it’s so wonderful to see her again.”

Masanori’s mother had been out of the country for a while, and thus he’d been missing her. Kiriko was glad she was back and glad that he was happy. She found herself staring at his smile for maybe a bit too long.

---

“You’ve been taking care of yourself, haven’t you, Shin?” Medic brushed Shin’s bang, pushing them back a little.

Warily, Shin smiled, “Yes, Medic,” He shifted, pulling away from her reach, “I think things have been going well, but you’d have to ask Heart. Though you’re back, so if anything, that’s a good enough sign for me.”

Medic sighed, “Are you sure you’ve kept out of trouble?”

“That wasn’t what you asked before,”

“Well, I’m asking now, because we worry, you know.”

“I know…” Shin sighed, “I know. I hear it from Heart, plenty. But I’ve been keeping out of trouble as much as I can-“

It was then that Brain walked in, scowling, “You got in the way today, and let Volt be killed. That’s why he was so beat up when you awoke, Medic.”

Shin frowned, “That wasn’t even the real Volt, and Medic’s back, so what does it matter?”

---

“Shin is an unusual looking Roidmude,” Chase pointed out, seated in a chair in the Drive Pit. It was only him, Krim, and the Shift Cars.

Krim hummed in thought, the face on the screen of the belt looking equally in thought. “Yes, that is true… additionally, I am curious about the number on his core.”

“It also read 000, like mine,”

“Except you were the only prototype made,” Krim confirmed why Chase was so confused, “I don’t know where he came from.”

“You were thrown aside once you were no longer useful, and Krim Steinbelt only came to you later when he absolutely had to. When you were useful again.”

Even now, Chase couldn’t shake what Shin had said when they had fought before he defeated the Crush Roidmude. Chase would never have described his period on inactivity before the Global Freeze as being thrown aside, though he couldn’t argue that it was true he hadn’t served a use to Krim at that time. Yet it was in his programming to protect humans, so him serving such a purpose when the Roidmudes had begun to attack was not strange.

Still, there was something about Shin’s words, something that confused him. The way he spoke, saying that he’d heard about Chase from others, yet… they’d fought during the Global Freeze, hadn’t they? Though Shin had not given a name at the time, he’d interrupted Chase’s fight with another Roidmude, hadn’t he?

Perhaps Krim could confirm, though Chase is certain of his memories. “We had fought Shin during the Global Freeze.”

“You… may be correct.” Krim agreed, “It was too dark to see the details, but I do believe, now, that was Shin. What bothers me is that he was different, then. He was… er, smaller?”

Shin was tall, now, taller than Chase, instead being around even height with Heart. Yet Chase could remember well that the dark figure they fought during the Global Freeze, who had, at the time, stood smaller than Chase. He had even sounded a bit… younger, at the time. Perhaps those differences, strange as they were, was why Chase had not immediately recognized him.

Chase attacked the Roidmude, knocking it out of the building it was attempting to enter. He moves to punch the Roidmude, only to be stopped by someone shooting at him, knocking his arm to the side. Looking over to the side, he can see a dark figure, unable to make out many details in the darkness.

The Roidmude looked over, “Huh? Oh, are you…?”

“I’m on your side,” the figure had said, voice sounding just a bit too high, making Chase think of a child. “I’ll deal with him, okay?” it was said with a certain confidence.

The Roidmude hurried away before Chase could stop him, resulting in his attention being on only the figure. Quickly, the figure attacked him, clumsy, like he wasn’t used to fighting. Thus, Chase was able to easily overpower him and knock him to the side. He prepared to destroy the figure’s body, as he was surely a Roidmude, but it seemed that the figure had realized what he was going to do, and scrambled to his feet, running away.

“Roidmudes cannot grow,” Chase observed. The only obvious answer for the changes to Shin – assuming that he was who they fought during the Global Freeze – was that he had grown, like a human could. Roidmudes did not have that capability.

“No,” Krim conceded, “They cannot. Though I doubt that’s what happened, even if it were possible.”

“Then why does Shin appear different now than ten years ago?” The answer couldn’t have been growing, that was impossible.

Krim sighed, “I don’t know, not yet.”

---

The white Kamen Rider was strange. He made his entrance dramatically, flipping with lights and all sorts of show. He seemed very… Chase believes the phrase was over the top. Yet when Kiriko sees him, once the Roidmude was defeated, she has a… strange expression on her face.

She must know him, Chase concludes, a thought that is further proven by the annoyance that came over her face. “Gou!”

The white Rider, Gou, turns to look at Kiriko, smiling, “Hey, sis!”

He was Kiriko’s brother, then? Interesting…

Judging by Kiriko’s glare, she was not thrilled by that news.

---

When Shin sees the new Rider, Mach, all he feels is annoyance. Another pest to get in the way – this one may not have been a traitor, but he was still annoying, he was still going to kill Roidmudes.

Shin felt differently when he realized who Mach was, though. Gou, Kiriko’s younger brother. Suddenly, he couldn’t feel so annoyed. Still, it was an inconvenience, it meant that he had to be careful not to hurt Gou too much, lest Kiriko become upset.

---

Kiriko was furious, absolutely, undeniably, furious. Not only did Krim and his mentor decide they were going to use Gou to test a new Rider system and become a Rider, but no one told her about it. They were shoving her brother straight into danger and she had to find out because Gou ran off early to return to Japan! Gou didn’t even tell her that was what he was up to, let alone that was why he was returning now!

They were all lucky Chase had caught her kick before she could hit Krim.

She knows she’s going to need to calm down, and hopefully come up with an explanation for her anger and annoyance, because she’s supposed to get lunch with Masanori, and he knew Gou was supposed to be back soon. Gou was pestering Kyu about something, apparently Captain Honganji had decided that Gou would be aiding the SIU as something of a freelancer. She didn’t like it, but there was no stopping it, now.

“Um… Kiriko?” Hesitantly, Masanori’s voice called out. She turned around, surprise to see him standing in the doorway to the SIU’s office, looking a bit nervous. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and looked too. That seemed to only grow Masanori’s unease. A glance at Rinna, then Kyu, then Captain Honganji, then Gou, before settling on darting his gaze between Chase and Kanno with confusion.

“Oh, Masanori…” She hadn’t expected him to show up here.

Gou grinned as he leaped over towards Masanori, “Big bro!”

“Big bro…?” Rinna muttered.

Masanori carefully dodged the arm that Gou tried to throw around him, “Gou… I’ve told you, I’m not your brother!”

Rinna looked between Masanori and Kiriko, “Kiriko, who’s this? You’re boyfriend?”

“What? No, no, Masanori and I are just friends!” Kiriko can’t help the blush on her face at Rinna’s query.

Though Masanori’s embarrassment was a bit less obvious, he awkwardly adds, “B-besides, we’ve known each other for years…”

That was very much not the right thing to say here, but Masanori wasn’t known for knowing the right thing to say. If anything, that probably only further convinced Rinna, if only to try to tease them.

“Anyway,” Masanori said carefully, “Er… I just came to see you so we could… get lunch.” He winced, perhaps realizing it sounded a bit like they were going on a date. Which they were not. Not at all.

“Yeah, let’s go,” She said, giving Gou a glare before she left.

“It’s good to see Gou back,” Masanori told her, smilingly as they walked.

Kiriko’s anger at Gou’s allowance at becoming a Rider faded a little. Masanori had befriended Gou after a few meetings, and Gou had started calling Masanori big brother years ago. Despite that, Masanori had never really gotten used to it. “Yeah, I’m glad he’s back.” She recalled their earlier trip to their mother’s memorial. “He said that he didn’t want to stay with me, since we were always together growing up.”

Masanori hummed, “I’m sure he just wants to be independent, like he would have been while gone. And he probably doesn’t want to cause you more trouble, now that he’s an adult.”

“I guess, but I’m going to worry either way,”

“Of course, you’re a good older sister, and that’s why you worry.”

---

Heart had reached some power that he called the Dead Zone. Drive and Mach had been fighting Voice and the two Roidmudes with him. Mach was close to defeating Voice, and that was when Heart stepped in. Of course, he wouldn’t allow Mach to kill more of their family.

For a little while, Shin wasn’t bothered, as Heart easily overpower the two Riders. At least, until a new Shift Car came to Drive (Shin thought it was a Shift Car, at least, but it looked rather strange). This Shift Car gave him the power to keep up with Heart, and once more Shin felt that terrible fear in his chest. Heart wouldn’t die, of course, not with Medic here now, but he still had this… this worry.

He couldn’t lose Heart (notagainnotagainnotagain).

Drive overpower Heart, sending him into a wall. Voice got away, but Drive doesn’t seem to notice, instead turning his attention to his now apparent lack of control. Whatever power that Shift Car gave him, he wasn’t able to control it very long.

Shin doesn’t pay it much mind, instead turning his focus to getting Heart somewhere safe – then he’d get Medic, because it would be difficult to drag Heart all the way back to their base.

---

If Shin was being honest, he couldn’t really explain why Judge’s actions cause him such a strange feeling in his stomach. Judge was taking out terrible, no-good humans, ones that were the worst of the worst, right? So that was good, it wasn’t like his Kiriko would be danger, and Gou would only be in danger if he tried to fight Judge (while Shin was willing to not kill Gou himself, he wasn’t willing to go out of his way to protect him from other Roidmudes). Yet still, something about what Judge was doing didn’t sit right with him.

There was only one good human alive, right now, and that was Kiriko. That’s what Shin has believed for years and years, that she was the only good one left (there were some in the past, surely, and he can easily name one, his own father (what was his father’s name?), yet Kiriko was all that was left alive). All those other humans, it shouldn’t matter to Shin what happened to them (though he couldn’t bring himself to kill them, what did it matter if others did).

Shin shouldn’t be feeling so- so conflicted about this. It was clear cut, easy to understand-

“Shin, you’re going to crumble your poor candies to dust.” Heart’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. It reminded Shin of his now very crumpled box of milk candy in his hand.

“Oh…” He muttered.

Heart eyed him curiously before asking, “Is something bothering you?”

If there was one thing Shin knew, it was that saying something like the deaths of humans being implicitly bad was not something Heart or any other Roidmude would want to hear. And while Shin hated keeping things from Heart, he didn’t want another lecture about falling for human’s tricks. He’d already gotten one when they found out about Kiriko, and he wasn’t getting another one because of the terrible humans Judge was killing. Kiriko was worth it, those others… not in the slightest.

Instead, he tells Heart about something else, something that was still bothering him, but not as much as Judge. “I guess I’ve just been… thinking about all of this. I mean, what does the world we’re trying to reach even look like?”

The smile Heart gave him had once been reassuring, and it still was, but there was something about it that didn’t quite sit right with Shin. Perhaps it was because the words that followed, and so often did follow that smile. “That’s not something you need to worry about. Let us handle it.”

“That’s what you always say,” Shin frowned, “If I’m fighting for it, shouldn’t I know?”

“You do not have to fight for it,” Heart reminded, “We’d rather you didn’t.”

They were falling into the same song and dance they always did, when this topic was brought up. That was partially Shin’s intention in bringing it up, anyway. It would distract Heart from what was really bothering Shin. “I’m not going to have everyone else fighting for this world for me.”

That was what he always said. Heart knew that.

Instead of addressing the previous topic, Heart said, “Go make sure the Riders don’t destroy Judge just yet.”

As confused as Shin felt about Judge, he quickly went to do so. It was worse for another Roidmude to die to the Riders, especially a stronger one like Judge. Not that it was good for any of them to die.

He arrived just in time to save Judge from Drive and Mach (this new form of Drive’s is pushing the strength that Shin can take, but he won’t tell anyone that). Though Judge’s human appearance is revealed, he succeeds in getting away, while Shin decides to take advantage of the fact that his and Mach’s motorcycles could combine (Mach had been the one to find it out and had effectively stolen Shin’s bike for a while. He was simply repaying the favor, now). He used that to stall them until the Tridoron appeared and split the two bikes.

Keeping an eye on Judge results in him getting into another fight, this time with Mach. Shin puts just enough effort in to have the upper hand, at least until Mach uses Deadheat. That was when Shin suspected he would be in trouble.

“Time to get rid of you,” Mach hissed as Shin struggled to block his attack.

“You really think you’re strong enough?” It was a bluff, but Shin hoped that Mach wouldn’t be able to call it. If both weren’t careful, Shin might actually be forced to try to kill Gou, to possibly make Kiriko cry.

That seemed to at least annoy Mach more, “I’ll be strong enough to defeat all of you Roidmudes!”

“We’ll see about that,” Despite the strong words, Shin was forced to retreat.

---

Once more, Masanori had arrived at the SIU office to visit Kiriko – he’d started stopping by just to visit, not even when they necessarily had plans. Kiriko didn’t exactly mind, but it was a bit awkward, though she’s surprised that Masanori had yet to question Chase’s arguably strange behavior. She was also relieved he hadn’t, as it would be hard to explain.

That day, a few minutes after arriving, Masanori asked, out of the blue, “Would you be upset if something happened to me? Like, if I died or something?”

It was a strange question, and not one to be answered lightly. “I would, why do you ask?”

“I was just… curious, I guess.” He doesn’t give a further answer.

Instead, Gou saunters up, “Would you be upset if something happened to me?” He asked.

Masanori had a strange expression with his face, like he was unsure how to answer. After a few moments of thought – at least some of which were surely for show – he answered, “Well… I guess a bit.”

“A bit?” Gou deflates, before laughing, clearly taking the answer as a joke, “C’mon, big bro, it’s not like I’m a Roidmude or something!”

At that comment, Masanori’s lips twisted into a terrible frown, “Would that be a bad thing?”

“Roidmudes are terrible!” Gou seemed offended at the question, though was probably playing it up a little. Still, Kiriko knew that Gou, for some reason, was convinced all Roidmudes were terrible – never mind that Chase was right there, disproving the whole thing. Gou did not like having to work with Chase.

“That seems like…” Masanori seemed to struggle for words. “A… concerning sentiment?”

“Gou’s just… like that,” Kanno answered with a bit of a struggle himself. “Don’t worry about it.”

Despite Kanno’s insistence, Masanori did, in fact, seem to be quite bothered by it. Kiriko had to wonder why. Masanori was not really the sort of person to sympathize with people for no reason – if she was being honest, he often come off as very aloof. Like other people’s troubles weren’t his own, unless they affected him or Kiriko. He was sheltered though, at least with his adoptive parents, so maybe he’d just gotten so used to that being true, despite his constant going out to meet Kiriko. Though she’s rather certain that going out to see her was about the only time Masanori actually went out. Maybe she should try to convince him to do it more.

[bitchlessbkg]

Help Him

recently i’ve become apart of the “bakugou’s gonna try to save shigaraki” belief from these past few chapters, especially now with Tenko popping up, and i just gotta say — i fear heavily for my boy if (when) he succeeds 💀

no seriously, AFO’s regular body is regenerating, and it looks like the AFO team isn’t doing so hot right now in order to continue — hawks’ feathers are scarce and enji is missing an entire arm and has used up his energy/power on those last attacks. our girl jirou has lost half her quirk and i’m not too sure about tokoyami yet but i’m afraid for him as well when this continues.

so regular AFO may be having a comeback, and if he receives the news that bakugou katsuki has somehow freed tomura shigaraki from his grasps, i fear the anger that AFO will hold, because this is EXACTLY what happened in the past, isn’t it?

this second user looking kid is coming to free yochi 2.0 from his grasps (and we know how AFO gets about his brother, disturbingly so) hereby jeopardizing his plans to overtake shigaraki’s mind/body, gain OFA, and rule over japan. AFO also witnessed second user gather allies in order to rebel against him, and i’m not entirely sure how it played out (we’ll have to see second’s backstory) but i think he nearly succeeded (at the very least him reaching out to yochi revealed itself to be a massive threat for sure). the only difference would be that second user sacrificed allies while bakugou is all about saving your allies in a fight, zero casualties (but we also know he’s one to save at the expense of himself — mr “i’ll break myself to achieve victory,” was doing cartwheels with two holes in him to save his allies in the first war, and he currently has a fucked up arm he’s not letting jeanist do anything about. i still think he’ll do some sort of sacrifice — fear for this boy).

so in AFO’s failure to break bakugou’s spirit and kill him before he gets the chance to do anything significant to shigaraki and for deku’s rage, if (who am i kidding, WHEN) bakugou prevails, what more reason to want him dead if he can kill two birds with one stone — kill the man who fucked up his plans AND get deku to rage in order to take OFA for himself.

In other words, as pikahlua said — oh boy he’s in danger

[egg-emperor]

Modern Eggman would be a bit disappointed that Boom Egg's goals aren't that big because he's only targeting an island and can't understand how he hasn't succeeded yet. But it's because Boom will only take it so far and wishes he could get attention in the form of friends but can't so he does this. Modern would try to convince him to expand his horizons and try aim higher but he'd realize he just doesn't have it in him. He'd sort of accept it eventually but would tease and call him a wannabe villain.

When Casino AU Eggman hears about Boom Eggman's ways he's like "Aww, that's the most evil you've ever been? That's so cute." and Boom gets flustered like "What? It is evil, don't make fun of me!" Casino Egg teases him like "Oh I'm not, you're sooo evil and scary~" and pinches his cheeks while he crosses his arms and pouts. He thinks he's just a cute barely evil little guy and it's adorable and funny that it seems like nothing is seriously evil, threatening, or intimidating about him in the slightest XD

But with that, Casino Egg also thinks to himself "Damn I better make sure I never tell him about the worst things I've done 😳" because his evil and how low he can stoop makes him seem totally depraved and deranged and makes Boom look so innocent in yet another way compared to himself lol. Modern also spares the more gruesome detail of his actions, so Boom Egg won't fall out with both of them, but he still gets to hear about some of the crazy shit they've done that he'd never do himself

Modern tries to urge Boom Egg to dream bigger because he wants every world to be conquered by every version of himself, it's important for all to succeed. But if Boom Egg won't do it, he can always come over and dominate his world for him too, after he's succeeded in his own as he will be greedy enough to want more anyway. He has to accept that Boom Egg isn't that evil but he'll always be confused and disapproving of his desire to befriend Sonic and friends XD

Casino Egg doesn't tell Boom Egg that he does anything evil outside of with modern at first because he wants him to think what he does for work is legit, safe, and legal as long as possible, as he does with most people aside from his most trusted crew and modern Eggman. It's also his way of what he believes is keeping him safe and unaware of the dangers of his lifestyle to save anxiety. Plus he likes his cute funny personality and wants to keep him innocent. Well mostly anyway... ;) but in terms of evil, he doesn't want to taint him

[thefanficmonster]

Hey, I'm the 3word anon! I guess to make this easier, you call call me 📚🌻

I just wanted to say that you did an amazing job! I loved reading what you've done! You said that you wanted more words so here it is your next words: tradition, needle and tribute

Love, 📚🌻

I'm so glad you liked it dear 📚🌻 ! I absolutely love this challenge and I don't think I'll ever get tired of it hehe. Hope you enjoy this one too!

Freedom

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drug use, Mentions of injury Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Romance, Humor

“Flag, I have someone coming on-board with you.“ Waller’s voice comes in through the radio of the jet colonel Rick Flag was about to take off with, taking the Suicide Squad on their newly assigned mission.

He rolls his eyes, engine of the jet roaring to signal it’s ready to lose contact with the ground and rise up into the skies - much like Rick, who’s already fed up with the Squad’s members who are explicitly annoying and pesky today, promising him a ton of headaches in the near future. With that in mind, these news Waller has given him so suddenly, he’s not particularly excited to welcome another lunatic on the jet. Another lunatic to deal with.

“Who the hell are you sending? Don’t you think my hands are already full enough?!“ He yells at the top of his lungs in order for his voice to overpower the engine’s loudness.

“I’m here to help you, you ungrateful piece of shit!“ This voice, familiar voice, doesn’t emerge from the radio, instead it’s coming from right behind him and is equally as strained as his due to the loud, ear-bleeding surroundings.

Before Rick can even comprehend the presence of another person, said person gets seated on the copilot’s seat, equipping a pair of headphones so the two can communicate without pushing their lungs to the brink of giving out.

“What the hell are you doing here, L/N?“ He asks, his eyes unable to hide even a little bit of the confusion that the girl’s presence has brought upon him.

Contrary to his seriousness and shock, the girl gives him a bright, almost teasing smile, “Oh come on, Flag. I have a soft spot for you, you know, I like helping you.“ She tilts her head ever so slightly, “And I don’t feel like giving Waller the pleasure of detonating this bomb at the back of my neck.“

“Thought so.“ He scoffs, watching Y/N’s movements out of the corner of his eye as she straps herself in. 

She rolls her eyes, cracking her knuckles before turning to him, deciding to pick up on this petty war, just to make matters worse for Rick and more amusing for herself, “Aren’t you gonna shoot me? I mean, it’s our tradition.”

Rick cringes, recalling the exact event - or rather events, plural - she’s referring to: the night he arrested her and a few others, all henchmen of the Joker. Unlike her co-workers however, Y/N put up one hell of a fight while those fuckers chose flight. Their decision didn’t get them far while hers led her to the hospital wing of the Belle Reve prison, a bullet in her side fired at her by colonel Flag. Seeing the report files on the altercation, Waller immediately knew the girl was something else and recruited her for the Suicide Squad.

Unfortunately, her first instinct when her eyes first landed upon the colonel was to pounce at him, despite her low chances of succeeding in her intentions considering there were guards and soldiers literally everywhere, all with guns ready to fire. Yet still, Flag was the one who shot her yet again, this time less dangerously close to fatal.

Yeah, she has a right to be pissed and a right to call it their tradition, but it’s also safe to say that their dynamic has improved. They went on to go on a few more missions together without any complications or unwanted altercations. Sure, there were snide remarks and petty comments here and there, but those could be considered compliments when compared to the shootings.

“When are you gonna let that go?“ Rick snaps, his eyes remaining fixated ahead while the jet slowly ascends, “I got you off the streets. I freed you from that psychopath. The last thing you should be is mad!”

There is a long pause between the two, leading Rick to sneak a glance at his co-pilot. She appears to be deep in thought, staring ahead much like he’s supposed to be doing right now. She doesn’t seem like she’s conjuring up a sarcastic response which would be totally up her alley, but oddly enough she seems to be genuinely thinking about what he said. He starts feeling a bit shitty for having snapped at her like that - she wasn’t completely wrong to keep rubbing it in his face, she did suffer two gunshot wounds from him, after all.

“I’m not mad.“ Y/N finally speaks up, not sparing him as much as a look, “I’m grateful. The Joker isn’t the only thing I was trying to escape. One half the day I was doing his dirty work, the other half I had a needle stuck in my arm or was out cold in a drug induced half-coma.“ This time she does turn to take in the expression change that’s happened on his face and she seems pleased with the shock and confusion she sees. “Bet you didn’t know that, did ya?“ Contemplating her next move for a second, she plays with the belts of her bulletproof vest and gear before seemingly deciding on what to do. Her fingers quickly undo the belts and buttons of the gear that’s covering her torso, removing the strong and dense protective material to expose the skin of her side where there’s a scar where she had to have surgery to get the bullet removed. Around the scar there’s a tattoo of a peculiar looking flower, masking the line as a part of itself, “I got that tattoo as a reminder of that night. A tribute to more than one freedom coming to me at once.” She quickly readjusts her gear, and slumps into the seat with a sigh of a deflating balloon. “No longer a slave, no longer an addict. Though, addicts are slaves too - slaves to our own brain’s dependency on a substance that’s destroying us.”

Rick is at a loss for words. He wasn’t expecting that, never did he think Y/N was an addict as well prior to being a henchwoman and then a prisoner. That’s probably due to the fact that she’s always been in a great physical shape, ready to take on the enemy whenever and wherever. “Damn, fucking hell, I’m sorry you had to go through that, Y/N...“ He really doesn’t know what’s there to say when he now feels even shittier than he did before.

He almost jumps out of his skin when he feels her hand on his bicep, “I would still be going through it if it wasn’t for you. In fact, come to think of it, I should apologize for pouncing at you like that when all you did was do me a favor.” She giggles quietly before adding, “But I won’t.”

He too allows himself a small laugh, “I wasn’t expecting you to.“

Of course he wasn’t, he’s come to know her well. And he also knows it’s nothing personal - Y/N is simply not the type of girl who apologizes. That he can stomach, but imagining his co-pilot seat unoccupied on the way back from this mission he cannot.

Damn it, Flag. God fucking damn you, you’ve done it again haven’t you, he asks himself, knowing the answer perfectly well already.

[neko-rogers]

All I Ever Need

Peter warned you about the dangers of online dating.

words: 4,007

tags: dark!peter parker, strong and explicit non-consensual elements, manipulation, implications of sex-pollen or drugging, lowkey breeding kink

a/n: please forgive me! i’m still new to writing dark!versed fics <3 but this was a request and i couldn’t resist (: if you liked this then you are free to help me out and improve my writing by leaving feedback or suggesting prompts that i could write about

     It was emotionally crushing.

     The moment you decided to create a Tinder account led you to all sorts of feelings. 

     As someone who had been busy with your final year of college, you never thought of engaging much in the relationships territory. With all these, you could only focus on finally graduating and obtaining a stable job. The idea that you were providing for yourself, without having to depend on a significant other, was fulfilling.

     It did not help further considering that most of your group of friends were just as hardworking as you. Peter Parker was one the closest and much more than just a good influence. Truly too good to be true.

     Nonetheless, you finally tried out those infamous dating applications you have been hearing. Despite warnings from your friends about how dangerous it can be, you were confident that you were smart enough to handle it.

     “You're still hung up on that app?” Peter interrupts alongside.

     The professor dismissed the class moments ago, and at least half of the people already exited the room. As always, Peter waited for you before heading for next subject.

     Admittedly, you were a bit caught up with your phone. Swiping left and right sounded boring, but for some reason you found it amusing how convenient it can be – the interaction and messages was a bonus. “So what if I am?”

     You lock your phone before Peter got to snoop further. Both your reflections could be seen amongst the black screen as you placed it on top of your other textbooks to be carried.

     “Any interaction online is dangerous,” he explains. “I thought you out of all people should know that, Y/N.”

     You roll your eyes at his remark. “You’re only a year older than me yet you sound like my dad. You know I’m already twenty-two, right?”

     “I’d hate to be the one to say I told you so when your world comes crashing down,” he consoles. 

     “Oh thats bullshit, Parker.” You could almost laugh at his sense of ridicule. “Like you said, I’m smart. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle online dating. Have faith in me, yeah?” 

     “Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.” Peter nods, still beside as you walked along the hallway. “It’s not like you’re already going on a date with one of them, right.” His assumption comes off as a statement rather than a question.

     However, you stay quiet seeming as it was best to leave it unanswered.

     “Oh no, please don’t tell me you’re seeing someone already.” Peter looks back when you decided to stay a meter behind him to save you from the guilt.

     “It’s just a second date, it won’t harm me,” you defended. “Plus, he goes to the community college nearby.”      “What?! You two are already on your second date before you told me, or anyone of your friends?” You could understand where his temper was coming from, but in the end, it was none of their business.

     “I know, but I just thought it wasn’t a big deal. Besides this is about me and Jacob.”

     Fortunately enough, you and Peter have the same subject which was BioChemistry. This time, he followed you behind while you avoided his gaze. He waited until you took a seat along the second to the last row, and then taking his seat next to you.

     You look straight, facing the chalkboard displayed at the farther side of the room. Though you could not see Peter entirely, you could see his glowering look by the corner of your eye. “So his name his Jacob, huh, tell me more about him.”

     This was the reason why you could not update him, or any of your friends. You knew this would happen. They begin getting so nosy around your life before they even realize it.

     Surely, you did love your friends, much more the boy sitting next to you. They have been with you since freshman year, and you were more than grateful for one another’s support.

     “Peter, I don’t think that whatever I tell you would concern you,” you state clearly to avoid a dragging conversation. 

     “But we care about you, I care about you, Y/N.” He pouts, “The moment he tries to hurt you, you’ll run back to us and cry about it. I just want to skip seeing that part knowing I can’t see you heartbroken.”

     You furrow your eyebrows. His statement comes off as a bit acquisitive, but you knew that it was just his concern caught up in the moment. “That’s the problem. We all need to eventually fail or feel pain. It’s normal, especially for young adults like us, Peter!”

     There was a lot of things you wanted to say now. He trigged you somehow and now you’re at the edge of becoming a rambling mess. The worst part of it was that you were scared that you might say something that you would not be able to take back. 

     “Okay then I’ll–”

     “No look, I apologize for raising my voice.” You sighed to calm yourself down and compose your thoughts better. “You know I adore you so much, Peter. And I appreciate you looking out for me. But this can’t be forever, I’ll eventually have to learn how to deal with these kinds of stuff.”

     You got through barely half of your day yet you could already feel the emotional turn of having an argument with one of your best friends. 

     And eventually, your professor entered the room. Barely giving the two of you a moment to continue the heated conversation just seconds ago. The displeased look on Peter’s face remained as he looked in front, acknowledging that both of you took lectures seriously. He wanted to pick up this argument at another setting. 

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     "Congrats to your first ever anniversary!” Your friends applaud just as Jacob was seated next to you.

     “We’re so proud of you.”

     “You two look so happy together!”

     “Both of you look amazing, practically perfect for each other.”

     “Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

     A year has passed, your group of friends remained even so with Peter. In addition, they learned to accept your boyfriend despite their doubts on online dating sites and applications.

     Just as they learned to trust your decisions more, you also learned way more about your significant other. Though despite your differences in fields, you learned to love him more than you thought you could.

     All of you have freshly graduated from college. Most of your friends did not have much planned so far; however, as your friendship with Peter remained, he grew to understand your feelings more and handled it sensitively.

     After your argument during your early days of dating Jacob, he eventually apologized for his behavior too. Though that was not the only time your friendship with him was put to a test. After the succeeding months, Peter still gave feint warnings and acted a bit overprotective when you tried telling him how you wanted to take your relationship to another level and get more serious.

     Nonetheless, you did not let any of your peers affect your view upon your relationship. Seeing that you were now at your first anniversary, you were happy that you followed what your heart and gut believed in.

     “To be honest we didn’t expect our Y/N to be getting into a relationship before we graduate, let alone celebrating her first anniversary!” Liz joked. “But in the end, just know that we love you and we’re here for you.”

     You smiled, looking at your friends who seemed to share the same feeling. After graduation, everything feels too good. It feels as if your life was falling into place.

     Not only have you gotten into a relationship with a kind guy. You also attained high ranks among the other students in your program, which led to companies offering you internships right off the bat. Rather than you worrying about where you’re heading to after college, you got the privilege to pick what you wanted to do.

     Surprisingly, you got an offer from the Stark Industries to become an internship on being their analytical chemist. It was the most tempting offer you got. Who would not accept an opportunity like that, right?

     When you learned that Peter also got an offer, you were more than happy for him. You knew he was one of the smartest persons in class and he deserved it just as you did.

     Both your contracts agreed that the internship starts a month from now which was just perfect, considering that you also have a few things to do prior to it.

     “Well, this girl also has a lot planned ahead,” you announce while catching the attention of your friends that were circled around you. “Me and Jacob were talking about moving in probably in his apartment by the end of the month.”

     Your intention was not to brag. Everyone could see how genuinely excited you were with such a big event. You were just so happy that despite what every one thought your relationship would end, you accepted whether the outcome would be good or bad. 

     Your friends cheered at you for taking a big step into your relationship. Looking back, you were so scared to accept the second date, but little by little you could not notice how much progress has been done.

     “I am so thankful for you guys.” You smiled and nodded at them before looking to your side where Jacob happily watched you interact with your friends. You slung your arm over his chest and planted a kiss directly at his lips.

     “We’re always here for you, Y/N,” Peter added along with a smile.

*

     Unbeknownst to you, just as your friends had left the celebration, you had big news yet to hear.

     As you drape your purse over one shoulder, your boyfriend assisted you out. He held one side of the door for you and walked after you. He held onto the side of your waist until both of you reached his car.

     Like the gentleman he is, he went over to the passenger side to open the car door for you before doing the same for himself at the driver’s side.

     When both of you were finally inside the car, Jacob had not started the car immediately. He paused with fingers gripping around the edges of the steering wheel.

     His sigh was just as evident, hearing it echo around the car which left chills across your skin as you looked at him. “You seem bothered. What’s wrong?”

     He avoided to look at you just as both of your hands reach for one of his. He lets you toy with his fingers yet his gaze still directs straight at the gas pedal. You lean further to catch a glimpse of him, moving one hand to cup his cheek. “Hey, what’s bugging you, babe? I’m here to listen.”

     “I’m sorry,” he starts off. The puzzled look on your face apparent as to what he’s trying to apologize for.

     “What do you mean?”

     “I just don’t think you deserve to stay with someone like me.”

     His self-loathing was not settling your confusion in any way at all. “I still don’t get it.” You did have an assumption in mind, but you chose not to jump into it as it might flare up on what’s happening now.

     “I think we need to break up,” Jacob swiftly drops.

     Slowly, you pull back and rest your back against the window. You bring a hand up to brush the little fringes in front of your face. You were trying to comprehend everything that’s happening. “I don’t understand. Why so sudden?”

     “Don’t get the wrong idea, Y/N–”

     “Then what should I get?” Your voice starts to crack as you hold back the tears. “I don’t understand anything at all! You seemed so happy a couple of hours ago.”

     “That’s why I’m apologizing,” he softly explains. “You don’t deserve me, I’ve been so horrible to you–”

     “You have been so nice to me. I don’t know where you’re getting all of this, at all!” Eventually, tears could not help but form around the corners of your eyes.

     Jacob sighs, finally looking at you. “You deserve so much more than this, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

     Finally, the tears began to spill. You covered both your eyes with your palms, trying to both hide and wipe them away. “Y-you can’t just break up with me after celebrating our first anniversary.”

     “I’m sorry–”      “Stop saying that,” you sniffed. You did not know what annoyed you more, hearing him apologize like a broken record or hearing him imply the ‘its not you, it’s me and you deserve more’ bullshit. “You’re too cruel.”

     “I’ll drive you to your house,” he offers. The look on his face seemed very guilty. You did not know what was behind these sudden turn of events, but either way you were heartbroken for how

     “No,” you stated. “Uhm, I have a friend who lives nearby. You can drop me off there.”

     “Okay.”

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     “That’s pretty much my night in a nutshell,” you sighed as Peter entered his room with a blanket and some clothes in hand.

     Your legs were cross-seated over his bed as your hid your face with your hands. Peter frowned as he walked over to the edge of his bed where you were positioned. “I just don’t understand why he dumped me all of a sudden, might I add, dumped me on our first anniversary!”

     You felt a hand over your back, rubbing slow and comforting strokes as you continued to cry. “Just as I thought I was getting to know him better.”

     It was emotionally crushing.

     “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

     “Well.” You look up at him despite knowing your nose eyes eyelids became swollen, “You can finally tell me that you told me so.”

     “That doesn’t matter right now.” His hands move to the ends of your hair, toying with the strands before turning half of his body aside. He reaches for a mug that situated on top of his nightstand, “Here. I brought you a cup of tea.”

     “Thanks, but I’m not really thirsty–”

     “Drink,” he calmly says. “You need to get hydrated after crying.”

     You could not argue with that. You’ve definitely lost a lot of water in your body after hours of just crying, without drinking anything. “You know me so well.” you told him and added, “I should’ve just listened to you when you warned me about strangers online.”

     “I guess I owe you an apology.”

     Peter chuckled at your statement and watched you as your lips slowly sipped at the heated tea he had just prepared. “No need to be sorry about anything now, I’m just glad you’re safe. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

     “Don’t worry he didn’t physically touch me,” you assure as he nods.

     The adorable boy in front of you slyly looked down as he called for your name. “Y/N? Can I ask you a question?”

     “Of course, Peter.” 

     “Why’d you choose to stop by my place amongst our other friends.” 

     You finally finish the entire drink he had prepared. Before you could answer him, you extended your arm in order to set the fragile mug back on top of his bed side drawer.

     “Well for one, I still know where your place was, and it was closest from the restaurant,” you answered. “And conveniently enough, you were the first person I could think of after Jacob hurt my feelings.”

     “I could vividly remember your warnings just as I realized he was breaking up with me already. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or ashamed. What I do know was that you knew me too well, even before I became fully aware of it.”

     He smiled at your answer, and you gave the same look at him. “Well I’m glad you thought of me.” His hands reach over to yours and places them on top, feeling the warmth of his body over yours. “I would never want to hurt you, nor let you feel the pain Jacob gave you.”

     “You’re too sweet.” You smile.

     Your hands rubbed circles around your eyes first. Then you tried to lean in front, opening your arms wide signaling for a hug. Peter did not hesitate to hug you back, enveloping his arms while both of you rest your chins on top of each other’s shoulders.

     From this angle, you could strongly scent his cologne. However, that was not the only thing you could observe.

     As each second passes, you were not sure if you were the only one who could notice how hot the room was getting. Either that or that your skin was starting to burn up. “Peter?”

     “Don’t you think it’s getting hot–”

     As you were just about to react, you felt a pair of lips against yours. Peter had pulled back, and even when you could have realized it, he was pinning you down as your back presses against his bed.

     And as much as this was entirely contradicting your morals, you did not feel an ounce of guilt as one of your best friends continued to leave kisses down your neck. You were not entirely sure why your mind was doubting this, but your body was suddenly, badly craving for touch – and Peter was conveniently doing you the favor.

     “Don’t I think it’s getting what?” Peter sits up and teases just as he pulls his shirt over his shoulders.

     “Nothing,” you groan. “But I don’t think this is a good idea–”

     He shushes you, “Relax. Let me take care of you, yeah?

     His hands gently released heir grip around your wrists. He was confident enough that you wouldn’t fight back after finishing the drink he exclusively brewed for you.

     Your state of mind was perfectly right where he expected it to be. Just conscious enough to feel him against you, but incapable of thinking rationally. 

     He just hated how smart you were when it came to his friends and school; however, just as he expects, you were not as quick-witted when it came to relationships. 

     And hiring Jacob was definitely one of his greatest achievements so far. He lost a part of his savings along the way, but nothing could ever become as valuable as you. Now that you were in his room, let alone under his touch, he had the upper hand.

     Peter was not letting you go that easy afterwards.

     For now, he continues to leave kisses under your jaw while your hands lazily combs through the locks of his hair. He proudly hums against your skin after leaving gentle nibbles that started to leave evident love marks.

     One of his hands creep under your shirt, reaching to unhook your bra. As he successfully does, he moves to adjust your shirt over your breasts. He gets a good view of them even without having to pull it over your head, smirking to himself as this has been a fantasy he has been dreading for.

     “Fuck you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs. With one hand, he gently squeezes around one of your breasts just as he descends at your body.

     “Peter,” your moan comes from above his head just as he was ready to spread your legs.

     “Yeah, babe?”

     “C-condom,” you mumbled with eyelids partially open.

     He chuckled as a response, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

     Peter tried to test the waters first to make sure he was completely in control of this situation. He drags the tip of his fingers across your stomach, further narrowing the path down as it reached at the entrance of your cunt. 

     He could instantly sense how wet you have become throughout his teasing. Both his middle and ring finger grew damper as he inserted them inch by inch, slowly seeing them reappear. 

     The warmth radiating around your walls excites him more, assuming how good you would be while his cock was wrapped around it. He instinctively curls his fingers out of excitement, forgetting that he was trying to handle you gently.

     You react by tightening around it, along with a whine. 

     “Sorry, babe.”

     Moreover, he continues it up until he felt his erection grow harden than before. He made sure he was completely hard before finally dropping both your pants down, attending to yours first until you were completely naked – excluding the shirt he did not haul over your head.

     Next was his turn. He undid his shorts and threw them away ever so quickly. Then rushed to welcome himself between the space of your legs. “You ready for me, babe?” He did not leave a choice despite asking that either way. You remained helpless under him.

     “Hmm,” was your only response.

     Peter did not hesitate as he glides into you. He groans at your heat, grasping that you feel better now compared to when he was using his fingers. “Oh shit,” he groans while speeding up the pace of his thrusts, “you feel so good.”

     “That’s it, holy fuck.” He was surprised at how responsive your body was still. Despite drugging you to the extent of being mentally incapable, your body was contracting all over him as if it was enjoying itself. 

     He continued to praise your body even if you could not understand what he was saying. The entire event revolved around him fucking you and leaving sweet remarks as if he was your boyfriend – and not, at all, a friend who laced your drink and made you believe you were somewhere safe.

     Though Peter did say he was going to care for you. Ironically, it was obvious that all he can think about now is chasing his orgasm and nutting inside you. After all, it was one of his dark and twisted fantasies – to have full control over you, at least.

     There were few moans coming from you, but the happy noises being created by Peter overpowers. With all of this, sexual, tension he finally got to release, it was expected that he was going to cum sooner.

     “Fuck,” and other swears came from him. “Didn’t expect to cum so soon.”

     As he did not care about your take on this, he also did not give a fuck when he was planning to cum inside you. Since he purposely avoided to wear any kind of protection, let alone learn if you were in any kind of birth control, anyone in their right mind would know what could happen the morning after.

     Willfully, he made sure to go deeper inside you until he could feel the tip of his cock twitch as a sign that he was going to cum. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah,” he grunts as if you were going to reply. “And you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are.”

     Even so, when Peter finally felt his release, he took a good look at you beneath. You seemed hot and bothered, but not as him. Your chest was heaving all the while he could feel the speed of the beating of his heart.

     When he steadily pulls out, the awaited moment of his deep, dark fantasies finally arise. He could clearly see his own cum beautifully spilling out of your cunt like a cream pie. He could almost feel himself get turned on just at the sigh of it, but he considered that round two’s with you would be saved for next time.

     “Peter?”      “Hmm?”

     “I still feel hot,” you purr. 

     Peter extends his arm to gently place the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling how feverish your body still was. There were few hints of sweat streaming from your forehead. “Let me take care of you, I’ll just run you a bath, okay?”

     You childishly smile and agree with him, “O-okay.” He pulls back to be able to properly stand and proceeds to head to his shower with a huge smile from his face.

     You were his.

[tenglows]

love is all we’ve got | killian jones

part two | read the story on wattpad here

Originally, Emma, Mary Margaret, David, Regina, Gold, Hook and Esme had gone to Neverland to rescue Henry. Having finally succeeded, the group tried to decide what they were going to do now: they were stuck in the island, and there was a demon on the loose - a demon that fed on love, of all things.

“We need to trap the demon somewhere” Regina suggested.

After Pan had released the demon, the usually harmonious group came face to face with everyone’s darkest, and unloving sides. Eventually, they had to do something, before they ended up killing each other.

“Great, we still have Pandora's box so let’s trap it in there. Hand it over, Gold”

“Not so fast, Emma. The demon has grown considerably, it’s stronger than ever. I'm afraid a box, or anything of the sort, won’t do. You see, it has been feeding on love, so the only way to weaken it would be to put it in a vessel that can tolerate its power” Regina paused. “A human body”

Silence filled the cave. Everyone looked at each other, trying to come out with another plan. They couldn’t simply put one of them in danger, risking being eaten up by a demon. There had to be another way. Besides, who could it be?

“Well, we certainly aren’t the best people for this” Henry tried to joke.

“Let's put the demon in Hook” said David, glaring at the man. “It’s not like that pirate has much love in him, so what’s the difference?”

“I’m sorry, mate. I have my great love for Milah, and I’m not letting anyone take that away from me”

“What about Rumple? He doesn’t even love the woman he made a vow to” Regina raised an eyebrow and Rumpelstiltskin glared at her, preparing to talk back.

“It won't work” Esme raised her voice. “Rumple may not love Belle properly, but he loves his power, the dagger, being the Dark One. Even if it’s not love for a human, his love will end up being his undoing”

“Bloody hell. Does anyone have a better idea?”

“I do” Esme spoke again. “You’re going to trap the demon in me”

The statement clearly baffled everyone, all eyes fearfully fixed on Esme.

“What?”

“Unlike all of you, I've never felt love. I don't know what it’s like, how it feels. I've never loved nor been loved. Putting the demon in me is the safest option, hell, it may be the only we’ve got”

“But even if you don’t have love for people, don’t you, like Rumple, love other stuff?” Snow asked, trying to find something to save Esme, everyone having doubts about using their friend as a vessel for a deadly demon.

“I have my pride, yes, and I have my strength. But no, never love”

“It would be temporary” Emma remarked.

“Yes, you would only be keeping it under control until we find out a way to destroy it” Regina helped Emma, trying to make the situation a little bit more convincing to Esme, but they didn’t even need to try, she had already made up her mind.

“It's fine, honestly. It’ll be the same to me”

Regina and Emma looked at each other one last time, doubt coloring their faces. They smiled at Esme, a smile that showed how grateful they were, but also how scared. Esme smiled back at them, being pretty at ease herself. She didn’t have fear, because she had nothing to lose.

—-

After Regina and Emma successfully trapped the demon inside Esme, they left the Skull Rock, and made their way into the jungle.

Everyone kept asking Esme how she felt, and they were sure she was making light of it: but she genuinely didn’t feel anything at all. Sure, she felt the blow when a supernatural, evil demon was filling up her body, but after that, she was the same woman.

“Esme!” someone shouted from behind her, catching her attention.

“Killian” she stopped and smiled, waiting for him to get to her side.

“How are you feeling?”

“Seriously, you don’t have to keep asking me that, any of you. I feel exactly the same way as I always do”

“Alright, just checking” they chuckled.

Killian stared intently at her, as if trying to find any sign of the demon in the sweet features of the woman. He looked down, and then back at Esme, and she could sense he wanted to add something else.

“Look, I just wanted to say you were really brave, doing that for all of us. Not anyone would do something like that. And I'm sorry that you never felt love. I’m sure it won’t stay like that forever”

Esme wanted to roll her eyes at the mention of the L word, she couldn’t keep count of the times the heroes told her she would find true love eventually. She didn’t yearn for love, she was pretty sure she didn’t even need it. Never had and never would. And she was about to say all those things to Killian, but the way he smiled at her stopped her. He was smiling in a way that didn’t display any signs of pity or compassion. He looked hopeful, like he truly believed what he said. And for the first time, even if for a brief second, Esme believed too.

“Thank you, Killian”

“And let me know how you’re feeling, okay? I know you’re strong, but just in case, we still don’t know everything about this demon”

She nodded, and with a last smile and a friendly squeeze on her shoulder, Killian walked away. Esme couldn’t look away from his back, walking ahead of her. The feeling of his touch lingered in the air, and not even Neverland’s sultry wind managed to make it fade away. Suddenly, Talia felt a sharp pang on her chest. She was quick to unbutton her shirt to make sure she hadn’t accidentally grazed anything, especially something laced with Dreamsahde. But after looking thoroughly, she couldn’t find any visible mark on her chest at all.

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[lizziethebibrid]

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38. If you move from that spot, so help me, I will tie you down.

Jed was the last one to run into the school, closing the door behind them. It felt like they were getting in these kinds of situations more and more lately and every monster only seemed to be crazier than the last.

The squad was at it and really, Jed had all the faith that they could figure it out, they always did, but they currently had nothing and that was admittedly not great. They had trapped the monster to school grounds, although it was probably looking for a way in, since the very thing - or well, person - he was looking for was on the other side of the door.

“Look, we both know what it wants. What they all want,” Ben tried to reason with him. “If you just let me go out there-”

“Dude, no! We’ve already discussed this too many times,” Jed insisted. They could fix this, he knew they could. Some of them were looking through books, witches were brewing potions and others were patrolling different areas around the school, trying to catch the monster or at least make sure it didn’t come near the rest of the students.

“Jed, that thing is here for me. You know it, I know it, the whole school is aware. Monsters will keep coming to kill me unless I leave,” Ben stated. “The best I can do since I’m still here, is make this less dangerous for everyone!”

“Cleo made a bracelet once, she can tell the other witches how to make it again,” Jed said. “This is just a temporary evil. You can’t seriously tell me you’re cool with dying all the time!”

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” Ben said, like he was talking about a minor inconvenience and not an endless loop of dying and coming back to life.

Jed stared back at him dumbfounded, not exactly sure what to say because his first instinct would probably be to start yelling and they didn’t need that right now. Before he had time to act in any way though, something hit against the front door, thankfully not breaking it, but Jed didn’t really think it would hold for long.

“Okay, we should probably get away from that,” he said, grabbing Ben’s wrist to ensure he actually did follow because he wasn’t exactly certain he would right now.

“Wait, Jed, wait.” True to Jed’s worries, Ben tried to stop them as they climbed up the stairs. Part of Jed was thankful because he knew Ben had the physical strength to keep them both back if he wanted to. He was at least giving Jed a choice here. “This thing is after me. It’s gonna keep trying to get to me. It doesn’t matter how much distance we put between us.”

“What’s the alternative?” Jed asked. “And don’t say die,” he hurried to add when Ben opened his mouth.

“If you’re not letting me get out there, you should at least get away from me,” he said. “Keep yourself safe.”

“I’m not leaving you alone, you’re gonna run out there without supervision!” Jed retorted, making Ben actually smile for a change. It wasn’t exactly a heartfelt moment as far as Jed was concerned, but he’d take anything if it was enough to actually make him stay put.

“I know you care. I appreciate that. But the matter still stands,” Ben said softly. “I am a danger to everyone here. We can’t keep pretending this is not an issue.”

“You have any idea how many things and people we’ve kept here even though they’d been a danger to the whole school?” Jed said. “We used to get a new Malivore monster each week. We had a crazy cult of humans try to kill us because of what we were. A friend of ours was in a really dark place a while ago and was actively trying to kill us all, but we didn’t throw her out! This is not how it works here.”

Ben didn’t say anything, only stared back at him, his eyes glancing over his face. Jed tried to keep himself in the moment and the fact that there was a very present danger after them right now and not that he was standing inches away from his… crush? They hadn’t really sorted everything out.

He really thought he’d actually succeeded in changing his mind, making him see that they wouldn’t just throw him to the monsters - he wouldn’t just throw him to the monsters.

“I know you think you’re doing the right thing here, but I’ve done this countless times. I’ve watched people I cared about die and I’m not going to sit here until it happens again,” his words hit Jed across the face. Why couldn’t he just get it?

Ben tried to move past him, about to go back downstairs and probably throw himself at the monster so this whole attack would be over. But Jed would be damned if he just let him go through with it.

He caught his arm, pulling him back in. Ben stumbled a bit, falling right into him, Jed crushing their lips together. Ben seemed startled for a second, much like the first time Jed had actually had the courage to kiss him like there was no tomorrow, but he was also quick to kiss him back.

And this time Jed actually let himself get lost in the feeling. He let himself forget that there was a monster banging at the door downstairs who wanted to kill Ben and maybe follow up with a student or two. Because for these next few seconds it was just the two of them and all Jed really wanted to show him was that he cared about him. He cared so fucking much and he wasn’t about to just let him go sacrifice himself.

He was the first one to pull back, but still remained close, his gaze locked with Ben’s. He still seemed a bit caught up in the moment and wasn’t threatening to leave which was definitely a plus.

“Was that enough for you to stay put?” Jed whispered.

“You really don’t want me to go,” was all Ben said.

Jed just rolled his eyes. “What gave it away?” he asked, making him chuckle. “We’ve beaten a lot of monsters, we'll beat this one too. The witches will give you a new anti-curse bracelet and you’ll go back to normal. Just- Please don’t go out there. Not without a solid plan.”

Ben sighed a little, letting his forehead fall against Jed’s. “Okay,” he eventually said.

“Okay?” Jed said, slightly surprised now that he was actually agreeing with him.

“Okay,” Ben repeated, leaning in to kiss him again, slower this time.

“If you move from that spot, so help me, I will tie you down,” Jed said once they’d pulled back again.

Ben laughed, making something ease in Jed’s chest. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll stay.”

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Today in Tolkien - October 21-23

During these days, Frodo is unconscious in Rivendell as Elrond labours to heal his wound from the Morgul-blade. As Gandalf tells Frodo after he wakes:

“Elrond has cured you: he has tended you for days, ever since you were brought in…foyr nights and three days, to be exact…We have been terribly anxious, and Sam has hardly left your side, day or night, except to run messages. [Bilbo was also there; he later tells Frodo, ‘I have sat by your side with Sam each day.’] Elrond is a master of healing, but the weapons of our Enemy are deadly. To tell you the truth, I had very little hope; for I suspected that there was some fragment of the blade still in the closed wound. But it could not be found until last night [the night between the 23rd and 24th]. Then Elrond removed a splinter. It was deeply buried, and it was working inwards.”

“What would they have done to me?” asked Frodo? “What were the Riders trying to do?”

“They tried to pierce your heart with a Morgul-knife which remains in the wound. If they had succeeded, you would have become like are, only weaker and under their command. You would have become a wraith under the dominion of the Dark Lord; and he would have tormented you for trying to keep his Ring, if any greater torment were possible than being robbed of it and seeing it on his hand.

…Fortune or fate have helped you, not to mention courage. For your heart was not touched, and only your shoulder was pierced; and that was because you resisted to the last. Bit it was a terribly narrow shave, so to speak.”

Just think what it must have been like to be Gandalf during these days! The hobbits know that Frodo is seriously injured, and would be worried, certainly, but they don’t know clearly what the danger is. Strider is a relatively new acquaintance. But Gandalf has been a friend of the Bagginises for decades, he knows exactly how dire the danger is, and as he admits here, he ‘had very little hope.’ He thought that Frodo would become a wraith, and he must have thought that it was in part his fault, or at least his responsibility. It happened because he believed Saruman, be ause he was captured and couldn’t get there on time, because he wasn’t able to get word to Frodo to set out sooner - and, in the longer term, because he took 17 years after Bilbo’s Party to be sure of the Ring’s identity, and in the years before Bilbo’s party believed Saruman’s claim that the Ring had gone down Anduin to the Sea. Quite possibly no one since Celebrimbor has been so horrified by the consequences of trust misplaced.

The other thing I take from this is the nature of Elven-magic (and, to some degree, of evil magic as well). This healing , a few earlier mentions with Glorfindel, and Galadriel in Lothlórien are about all the details we are shown of the abilities of elves of the First Age and how they work; Aragorn’s healing abilities, though lesser, likely have similar roots. And so far as we can see, they appear to work primarily through will, and to an extent through song (when Aragorn finds the hilt of the Morgul-knife, he ‘sings over it a slow song in a strange tongue’) and touch (when Glorfindel touches Frodo’s shoulder, it becomes warmer and the pain and shadows recede). And they don’t seem to have a lot to do with what we would consider conventional methods of medicine - Frodo had a splinter of the Morgul-knife in his wound, and Elrond removed it, but there’s no indication of surgery: he doesn’t have stitches or anything, and his arm heals very quickly (in less than a day) after the splinter is removed, whereas healing from surgery takes time. So the identification and removal of the splinter must have happened in a manner more concordant with the other types of elven-powers we’ve seen, to identify the spliter and draw it out without cutting open the shoulder. This should probably inform our understanding of the kind of healing that occurs in the First Age (for example, of Maedhros after Thangorodrim, and of Beren by Lúthien; the poetic Leithian described Lúthien as healing Beren through song, after Beren jumps in front of Curufin’s arrow to save her).

The thing we learn about evil magic from this is that the exertion of will also matters greatly in response to it; the fact that Frodo ‘resisted to the last’ the influence and commands of the Ringwraiths was a major factor in why he was able to keep the Morgul-blade from his heart for long enough to be healed.

[sunshinekindof]

Tough day

The last few weeks at work have been tough for Billy. New contracts, important clients, regular meetings. And, it seemed, every little thing demanded Billy's attention, so he was tense lately. You managed to see each other, but these were rare, short moments. You were not happy about this, but you understood that now Billy needs your support, although he will never admit it. He was not used to sharing his experiences, because he considered it a manifestation of weakness, but you had a different opinion about this.

Billy tried to spend every free minute with you, but now he rarely succeeded. When you were around, he felt calm, as if at home. At least that was how he imagined the house. The place where he is expected, loved and always supported. Billy knew that he could trust you, but he believed that he should protect you, even from the whole world, if necessary, because he cherished you. Therefore, he did not tell you about his problems, and you have not yet dared to insist.

Having managed to complete all the plans in the morning, you decided to visit Billy, at least for a couple of minutes. You went to his favorite cafe and bought him an apple pie. You knew that food like that wasn’t suitable for lunch, but Billy loves apple pie, and you wanted to please him. Billy rarely got mad at you unless you seriously screw up. And you hoped that your presence at his work would not give him problems today.

You walked into the Anvil building and went straight to Billy's office. Entering the room, you saw Jessica, Billy's secretary. You weren't intimately familiar, but she knew who you were.

“Hi Jess,” you said with a smile. She looked tired and the table was littered with papers. She looked up at you with tired eyes and smiled faintly.

- Hey! How do you? Sorry, but Billy is at the meeting ... - then you both heard your boyfriend's angry voice coming from the next room. From what you heard, it became clear that one of his subordinates made a serious mistake.

Then the door of the meeting room was thrown open, Billy came out and began to address Jessica in a loud voice. Billy looked angry.

- Jessica, where are papers on Mr. Stevens' ?!

You both jumped at the harsh sound. As soon as Billy's eyes rested on you, surprise flashed across his face.

- Y / N, what are you doing here? Something happened?

You cleared your throat and said:

- Sorry to distract you. I would like to talk to you. Will you take a few minutes for me?

Anxiety flashed in his gaze, and he examined you from head to toe before answering.

“Jessica, take the papers on Mr. Stevens's to the meeting room and tell them I'll be back soon. And tell them to re-read the documents before my arrival and understand what the hell they are talking about.

Jess nodded and quickly ran to her desk for the papers.

“Come to my office,” Billy told you, and you followed him.

As soon as you entered his office, Billy closed the door and turned sharply to you.

- So what happened? Are you okay? I didn’t receive any calls or messages from you today, and you didn’t say that you would come to me… - while he was talking, you hugged Billy tightly and pulled him to you. You wanted to take away all his stress, all his stress. Billy was like a taut string about to break.

- Do not be mad at me, please, I did not want to disturb you - you kissed him on the chin - I know that you are now having a difficult period at work and everyone needs your attention, but I was worried about you, so I just wanted to visit you and make sure you're okay.

- Are you worried about me? Billy said quietly, and he hugged you back.

You frowned and said:

“Of course I was worried about you. How could it be otherwise? I hope I didn't bother you too much, but you look like you need a break.

Billy pulled back slightly, looked into your eyes and said:

- How did I deserve you?

You smiled back and said:

- You probably did something very good in your past life.

Billy laughed softly and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed closer to him, and you involuntarily escaped a groan of pleasure.

“And that's not all…” you muttered, “I'm sure you haven't eaten anything, and as far as I know, sugar helps to think better, so…,” you took a pie out of your bag and handed it to him.

“Is that for me?” Billy took the cake from your hands and looked at you with disbelief, as if you decided to make fun of him.

- Of course, silly, who else? - you laughed, - besides, he is very sweet. You'll like it.

Billy looked at you and his eyes flashed with dangerous fire.

- I know another sweet thing that I want to try.

“Billy!” You exclaimed, but at the thought of his tongue between your legs your body was on fire.

He laughed and walked to his table

“Will you keep me company?” He asked, taking a pie out of the box and handing you one piece.

“Don't you need to go back to the meeting?” You asked, puzzled.

“I’m the boss,” Billy said with a smile, taking a bite of the pie, “besides, I need a break for a few minutes, otherwise I’ll kill them all. They need to be more responsible about their work or they will quickly lose it. I need professionals, not amateurs.

While Billy was eating, you got an idea. You didn’t think about it for a long time, fearing that you would get cold feet and change your mind, but you always wanted to do it.

- You're too tense, dear, - you said, went to the door and closed the door on the lock. Then you slowly approached Billy, who was sitting on the couch and looked at you attentively, - if you want, I can help you ..., - you said quietly and knelt down in front of him.

Billy's face was filled with excitement, but he seemed to be trying to control himself.

Then you ran your palm over his crotch and squeezed his cock through his pants.

Billy sighed sharply and said:

- Baby, you shouldn't ...

“I know,” you cut him off, “but this is what I have been thinking about for a long time and ... you don’t want me to ?,” you asked quietly and looked uncertainly into his eyes. You weren’t experienced in sex too much, but with Billy, you became more confident. Sometimes it just seemed to you that you weren't enough for him, that he could find someone better. But as soon as such thoughts appeared in your head, Billy immediately convinced you otherwise.

- God, of course, I want this, - he said confidently, took your face in his hands and leaned towards you, - I just want you to be sure that you want it.

You smiled and kissed him.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, “besides, you and I don’t want you to explode from the tension, right?” You winked at Billy and began to unbutton his pants.

- I can control myself very w ... - he began, but as soon as you pulled his cock out of your pants and ran your tongue over the head of the cock, his hips involuntarily twitched, and you laughed softly.

“You were saying ...,” you said, looking at Billy again. His eyes burned with fire, his lips are compressed, his breathing quickened.

You wanted to quickly relieve Billy's tension, so you drew your tongue along the entire length of the penis several times, then took it in your mouth and began to suck.

“My good girl,” Billy muttered and moaned softly.

Billy put his hand on your head, grabbing your hair and began to guide you. Billy's moans intensified and you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Baby,” Billy said in a low voice, “if you don’t want me to ...

You looked up at him, momentarily looked up from his cock and said

- Cum in my mouth, Billy. I want to taste everything of you

You again took his cock in your mouth and continued to suck, not taking your eyes off Billy's eyes.

In a moment, you felt Billy come with a groan in your mouth. His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed. You licked his cock clean, then zipped up his pants and sat on the couch next to Billy. Now he was relaxed and you were happy.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked him. Billy pulled you close and kissed you passionately on the lips.

- You can not even imagine.

- I am glad, - you giggled,- Well, I think I'll go… - you said. You wanted to get up and walk to the door so Billy could get back to his work, but he wouldn't let you and pulled you closer to him.

“Stay with me for a few more minutes,” he muttered into your hair.

You sat there for a while, after which Billy still had to return to his duties. But he promised you that he will come home early today and this time you will moan.