#only for him to abandon you and then you're either killed or claimed by someone else

[mystic-writings]

worst part about being into greek myth is that i have so many ideas for fics like... there's no need for all these tragedies to fit so well with certain characters

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Unexpected

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Everest whimpered as he tugged once again at his trapped wrists. His mind had gone blank from the fear and pain, and he couldn't think straight anymore. Sometimes, people would come closer and exchange whispers while staring at him. But he never received the blows he was expecting, only insults thrown from afar.

In a way, it was almost worst. They were too disgusted to even touch him, as if he wasn't worthy of their blows. As if they were scared to be contaminated by his abnormality.

He feared what they were gonna do with him. They couldn't keep him here on display forever, but were they going to lock him up ? ... Kill him ?

Everything but that.

It was empty. The modern manor of that vampire doctor was nothing more than a movie set, with only a few furnished rooms. The rest was just a maze of dusty empty rooms in which Raphael wandered for a while, taken by surprise. Why would that woman create a fake identity, a fake house, if she was really who she claimed to be ? Fear slowly replaced the surprise in his mind as he thought. What else had she lied about? Was Everest really okay ?

Going back to the living room, he collapsed on the couch, and looked around tiredly. What now ? He felt so stupid, sitting in the middle of an abandoned house with an old teddy bear. What had he even expected by going back here.

He sighed, and let his head fall down on the cushions, his eyes closing.

Just to reopen them as someone tapped his shoulder.

- Hello !

Raphael stared at the man leaning over him, a cordial smile on his face. As the stranger puts on his gaze, his smile widens, revealing his sharp canines.

- Ah, I thought you had passed out. Good.

Raphael backed up the couch, getting as far as possible from the vampire.

- Who are you ? What are you doing here ?

The creature frowned, surprised.

- I should ask you that. You're a human. This isn't... Well... A place for humans.

Raphael stayed still for a few seconds. But it was evident the vampire didn't have any intention of killing him on the spot, and he slowly relaxed, still wary.

- I'm searching for someone. A vampire. Well, a hybrid. I... I'm worried about him.

The other cocked his head, his smile fading.

- A hybrid ? And you're certain that you'll find him here ?

Raphael glared at him.

- Well not here especially, but I was told to go here to smuggle vampires to safety. I'm not sure anymore.

- So you don't know anything. Good good.

The vampire straightened and crossed his arms.

- Your friend is in trouble. Who gave you this information ?

Raphael shrugged.

- Internet. A certain doctor Montgomery, a vampire, took Everest with her. She told me she was gonna take care of him.

- Well she surely did !

The stranger shook his head and took a step back, his hands now resting on his hips

- A hybrid, really. Gave him to Montgomery. Not a good idea, not at all.

The human frowned, vexed.

- I didn't know what to do! He wasn't... Wasn't safe with me.

- He isn't safe with her either. Or with any of us, to be honest. Except me ! I'm exceptional.

Raphael shot him another glare.

- I need to see him. Can you help ? If you're so exceptional?

Despite him, there was a hint of pleading in his voice. The vampire grinned, and gestured for him to follow.

He led him toward a door he hadn't seen. Weird. It was on the side of the entrance, he should've already explored it.

When he took a step towards the door, the other stopped him.

- This isn't a place for humans. Stay here. I'll see what I can do for your hybrid.

Before the vampire could enter, Raphael grabbed his arm.

- Wait. Thanks.

His grin widened, and he waved before entering the door, which closed behind him.

Raphael was left alone again.

Taglist : @sausages-things @jumpywhumpywriter @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thataquaticwhumper @alyscat

@fleur-a-whump

[rottenstrawberrigirl]

(@theonlyqualitytrash I'm writing this here because I couldn’t fit this in there.)

Even then, he would not accept.

I don't see him knowingly abandoning his pregnant wife we dreamed of after planning to sacrifice himself for the big cause—in fact, I don't think he will sacrifice himself, not anytime soon, at least.

Building the perfection you're describing would take time to accomplish. Yes, he’ll reach that point eventually. He will "purify" the world. But it would take a long time. And yet, it still wouldn't be a perfect utopia in the end, and he knows because humanity itself isn't ideal either. Instead of sacrificing himself, perhaps he can step in during the chaos and claim the "savior" role in its entirety as the only ability user left standing. Oh well, I won't go into that one. I hope you saw the point I am trying to make.

I would say that he wouldn't have the heart to leave his wife, someone who he fell in love with after centuries, grieving and alone with their child, knowing that he wouldn't be there to watch over them. He would not trust anybody else to take care of them either; he is too calculating and controlling to just hold onto the hope that they will be well cared for.

Therefore, he wouldn't have gotten her pregnant to begin with. Yay! D;

So we can both agree that even though he might want to be a father deep down inside, he would NEVER have children. Wait, I just gave myself more reason to cry.

Well... I guess he has Aya now..?

Fyodor killed both of her father figures. Poor baby. 😭

[nachosforfree]

you're correct!! it's Henry!!

this is. gonna require explaining Henry's weird ass family tree, so bear with me a minute.

to start off: Henry's biracial. he, effectively, has three dads - his birth father (died before he was born), his "dad" (Jen's father), and his stepdad (where he and Jen get the last name "Emily" from).

to give a brief rundown:

Henry's mom didn't like her husband (he sucked, trust me) and left him for Henry's bio dad.

Henry's bio dad, unfortunately, died a couple of months before he was born, leaving his mom without a lot of options but to return to her old husband.

Henry and Jen grow up around him for around twelve years before the guy gets arrested for almost killing someone in a bar fight.

enter their stepdad, and the rest is history.

Henry's mom and Jen both have red hair, and Jen has green eyes. both Jen and Henry have freckles.

now onto my attempt to describe Henry, or at least the parts that are relevant to this (i cannot describe appearances through words to save my life, so if something's worded weird, then that's why):

Henry skin is a lighter shade than Charlie or Sammy, but like. he's still Visibly a POC, if that makes sense.

Henry's hair is a really dark brown, but it has a very slight red tint to it that's practically unnoticeable unless the light hits it right.

as you can probably guess, He's Transmasc.

now, onto what happened:

Will and Henry slept together one night in mid-1974. i don't exactly know what William thought was going to happen, but maybe he was cocky enough to think "well, what are the odds anything's gonna happen? i'm sure it'll be fine"

fast forward a little while later and Surprise Surprise, Henry's Pregnant, And William's The Father.

after a little bit of panic and trying to figure out what to do, Henry comes up with a plan: whichever parent the baby visibly takes after more, that's who gets them.

Genetics Fucks Them Over - Elizabeth is born (Feb. 16th, 1975) and. she's white. there ain't no way in hell Henry could pass Liz off as his and Annabeth's child, no way in hell. so, who gets the baby? William.

Will just comes up with a story that oh, he just found her abandoned somewhere and took her in as his daughter. Claire, Henry, and Anna just help him keep up the lie (because it's that or Henry gets outed as a trans man, and guess what William's not gonna do). it hurt Henry, to some degree, to have to act like Liz wasn't also his baby, that he was just a family friend, but...well, he doesn't really have another Option that isn't significantly worse for him than this one.

now...why does William specifically say that Liz is adopted and not that she's his and Claire's biological child? two reasons! 1) Claire obviously hadn't been pregnant before this, so William couldn't have lied about that in the first place, and 2) Claire was a black woman. so in two different ways, William couldn't just say Liz was a child that he'd had with Claire; that lie would've fallen apart at the seams immediately.

and it works...for a few years. specifically, up until late 1979, when Liz is four.

Genetics Fucks Them Over 2: Electric Boogaloo - Liz gets older, and starts to Much More Obviously take after William. like, enough so to the point that William's "She's Adopted" lie starts to fall apart quick. William only has two real options: either out Henry, or keep his mouth shut and wait for things to blow over.

what he doesn't expect is someone coming in with the steel chair and giving him a secret third option.

enter Tammy Schmidt. she worked at the Diner, she had ginger hair, and her eyes were...more hazel than green, but it still worked. she even had some freckles! she claimed that she was Liz's mom, and...well, William just went with it. Henry was a lot less fine with having to go with it, for obvious reasons, but...well, he also didn't want to get outed. so his hands were kinda tied here.

so why'd she do this? well...there were some employees at the Diner who were Aware of things between Henry and Will, and some even knew Henry was trans, but they didn't really care enough to out either of them (and some really didn't want to, either). Tammy was one of them. she just told her bosses, after the wave of questions and backlash started coming to her, that they both owed her Big Time for this.

so yeah! it's...a long story, but there isn't really a Short way of explaining all that.

to summarize: Genetics Fucked William And Henry Over Really Bad, And It May Or May Not Have Been One Of The Plot Points That Would End Up Causing Things To Happen.

OHHHH VERY NEAT

I love when people have really fleshed out family trees and dynamics for the aftons and emilys❤️❤️

[fatheriimaginedyoutaller]

(SCRIPT PREVIEW)

Hey ya'll. Hope you're all having a great afternoon! I'm here to bring you a little update about this post.

After watching some video essays for inspiration, I began developing a draft for a script about Robin: Son of Batman (2015). Analyzing the story implications, themes and motifs! :)

And because ya'll been so supportive of my nerdy endeavours, you guys are getting a special preview of the aforementioned draft! (criticisms accepted of course!)

Part of the script avaliable under cut

tagging in: @fancyfade @fluffykitty149 @cleoeatsit

The first issue of the comic run starts with Damiam returning some sort of cultural artifacts to their rightful owners; an order of monks in mainland China.  So, immediately, we got this Tomb Raider/Indiana Jones kind of plot point.  

(Man I sure hope it doesn’t get abandoned halfway through and pivots to portraying  the replacement of an autocracy with another autocracy where the head of state its not even from the country as a good thing)

ahem…

He gets interrupted by League of Assassins members which he fights off with the help of his pet, Goliath the Bat-dragon. He wins said fight and is lavished for returning the sacred object by the locals

All while a masked figure is observing the scene while saying: 

“(...) there cannot be redemption for the year of the blood”

This introduction to the comic is interesting because it highlights the main narrative theme and framing device of the whole story: The Quest for Redemption.

Before we even know exactly what Damian is doing and why he's doing it. We know he's looking to mend a rift. To make a past wrongdoing right. And then we find out someone wants to stop him…

This forms an interesting parallel with real life survivors of schoolyard abuse aka bullying.

Now, hear me out…

 Many kids (especially those with conditions such as autism) are manipulated by their bullies into doing bad things to other children. They generally do this by preying on their loneliness and desire to be accepted by their peers. And so said kids carry out acts of hazing to other children, perpetuating a cycle of harm.

A cycle which is hard to escape from. Because if you hurt someone, regardless of if you were manipulated or not, that person will probably not trust you after the fact. And if you add into account the environment of a school, where rumors spread like wildfires, there's a high chance you develop a bad reputation. Cause other people have no way of knowing you did it while being threatened into being a social pariah. It's a no win situation.

Damian's story is simile to this. Sure, the acts he carried out were far more extreme and he was not manipulated by an outsider but by his own grandfather, Ra’s Al Ghul.  But the effects of his psyche, development and public perception are all the same.

Think about it: His claims to being either the Blood Son or the Grandson of the Demon  are basically him trying to justify his existence  to a family that, for all he knows, could abuse him again. Which leads him to having a thought process where he has to be the best of the best in the room, cause the only other alternative is death. and for that he’s punished. Even though no one ever bothered to teach him the normal social protocols for a boy his age. 

So when you make that reading of Damian, and put into the context of a story where he, by his own volition, decides he’s gonna try and reverse all the harm he caused while being essentially groomed. You get something really powerful.

Well…kind of…

There’s a few things that stuck out with the framing of this arc. The most glaring one being: this arc takes place after he comes back from the dead. After being trapped in hell for the better part of a year after being killed by his own clone.

By making Damian’s journey for redemption take place after he’s been through literal Hell, there’s the subtle implication that he’s not doing it out of his own free will, but to avoid some sort of celestial punishment.

And that’s not a bad idea per se, if the comic acknowledged that implication. Because it does put an interesting question into the table. “Does it matter why we do good things? As long as we do them?” Does it matter if Damian doesn’t kill anymore because of “selfish” reasons. After all, why would an orphan he saves from a fire care if he used to be bad or not? Should that matter to anyone?

That last part is a testament, I think, to how much better executed some ideas that writers at DC have would be if they played them straight. If they acknowledged the implications of their writing instead of just doing something because they thought it would be cool or dramatic. 

[grimtrail]

Lorne Malvo x You, waiting for him to come back from... deals.

— don't expect this man to inform you about anything he does. he won't ever announce neither his departures, nor arrivals.

— you're on your own, free to go, but you stay anyway. he never suggested you to stick to him, but never kicked you out either.

— even though he kind of keeps you under his cold supervision now, it does not mean he watches you over like a child.

— in his absence you cannot sleep, eat and even just exist without ever-present anxiety. it looms you into thinking he could've been killed, caught or just decided to abandon you.

— nights are the worst. any creak, any draft or even the beam of a passing car's headlights triggers you. what if it's him? what if it's someone else?

— you sleep with a gun, the one that he left you. the most simple of pistols. and he knows exactly what he did. it is not for your safety, but rather a reminder. a claim, even.

— you always seem to be on edge, and you're always waiting for him to come back. but he comes back exactly when you least expect it.

— you go over and over the moment of meeting in your head, but when it finally happens, your brain shuts down.

— he's back at nights precisely. and when you recognize his silhouette in the dark, your heart drops. legs grow to the floor. mind goes numb.

— you feel like a guilty child even though you haven't done anything wrong. it just feels like you did.

— you two won't talk until you start the conversation first.

— sometimes, after the longest of his sprees, you are pathetic enough to silently cry on the floor, gripping his legs until tears go dry, holding onto him like on the last thread to sanity. he doesn't comment on that, but may run hand through your hair, what makes you burst into even more tears.

— when he's near, it feels weird. wrong, even. you crave not only his presence, but absence also. he's got you addicted to the sick push-and-pull game.

— he doesn't seem to openly care about your qualms. but you can swear he is actually involved.

— it shows in his gestures: there are more fleeting touches, jokes (sarcastic and dark ones, of course, but that's what's dear to you in him also) and time spent together in general. he's not as cold as he may seem, he's just not a man of display of feelings.

— both of you know perfectly well that your duo won't last long. it's not a tale of happy ending. but neither of you were ever meant to be heroes, and never tried to play such role.

— few things in your current life can be called pleasant, but you have learned to appreciate everything in it. especially anything about the reaper you follow faithfully.

[boundlss]

002. a cabin in the middle of the woods | ...dirkasa stp au. had to do it.

The first time Dirk saw him, he'd put the business end of the pristine blade into his chest. He couldn't, with any real weight behind it, claim that it hadn't done its job.

That had been about the only thing about this situation that proved to be true, though. A part of him had expected this even before he'd entered the cabin---a pervasive sense of wrongness filled the whole woods, since the moment the Narrator had begun speaking. Since the moment there was a voice in his head that didn't seem like him. In hindsight, trusting in the Narrator had been stupid. Every good story has a twist, and in ones like these, the heroes don't end up happy.

That hadn't stopped him from being indignant when everything outside of the cabin vanished, though. He doubts he even lasted an hour before marching, wordlessly, back downstairs, and sticking the damn thing into his own chest.

So much for heroism, he'd thought. Hope you die with me.

Then he'd opened his eyes again to the woods, and the Narrator's speaking. 'You're on a path in the woods,' he says. 'At the end of that path is a cabin.'

Dirk doesn't let him get further than that. One of the voices in his head speaks up in protest---they've been here before. The other one refutes; they'll get this over with much quicker if they just confirm that they'd already done what the Narrator had sent them here to do.

As for Dirk, he'd rather not get involved. It's uncomfortable enough to have three things that aren't really him in his brain as it is; the fact that they're arguing isn't exactly making the situation better.

"Just stop talking. That goes for all of you." He tacks on the last part when the Narrator begins to agree with his sentiment. "I'm going to the cabin. We'll see what happens from there."

I'm not killing him again, he doesn't say, but the Narrator harps on him for it anyway.

The cabin is different when he reaches it. Older, like it's been abandoned. It's the sort of place some rebellious teens who want to feel like they're doing something cool but who want to evade actual trouble would probably hang out, though Dirk wonders where the thought had come from---he doesn't really remember much else about his circumstances before coming to this place.

If he were someone else, he'd probably find it eerie. Since he's not, he's almost starting to believe the voice that insists he'll only find a corpse on the floor. But he takes the blade from the table anyway. The key word in that sentence had, of course, been 'almost'.

Except a corpse is exactly what he finds upon reaching the bottom of the stairs. A corpse without a blade piercing it.

The air suddenly feels colder, the chill giving him goosebumps due to his lack of sleeves---if he's really not wearing sleeves. It's hard to have much of a sense of who he is or what he's wearing when there's almost no actual sense of tangible feeling, something he only notices now that there's cold to feel.

And fuck, is it cold.

The sensation is followed by a head emerging from the floor, transparent and lacking all color. The less monotone voice in his head says they probably should have expected that. Dirk doesn't disagree with him.

"This must be the shittiest sword anyone's ever heard of," Dirk says, with purpose, "if it couldn't keep either of us down."

settings. / accepting.

[lemonhemlock]

It's so weird seeing people complaining about the show whitewashing Aemond while arguing that he actually should've been portrayed as a psychopath or a villain from the get-go. That's hardly a better portrayal. He was just a child when he attempted to console Jace!! Is it so bad that he wasn't shown to be a complete lunatic at that age?h Also, the sexual trauma that happened to him when he was 13 years old doesn't exclude him from committing atrocities in the future nor having a future relationship of probable dubious consent with an older woman. In fact, I'd argue it's not inconceivable that book!Aemond lost his virginity at a similar age or was very young at least - whether or not book!Aegon had a part in it (tbh even in the show I don't think he did it with the intent to traumatize his younger brother like I've seen some people suggesting, no, he truly thought he was doing a good thing to him - but this is another discussion). While Daemon did not receive the best portrayal with him being the one to kill Rhea or choking his current wife I don't think the fandom as a whole hates him more than they would've hated the book version of him because of those two decisions, team black fans certainly don't and let's be honest, most green ones would've hated him regardless. As for Viserys, well, he was hated before the show too for being weak! Because he is and always will be!! Imho he's just ickier in the show because of the decision to age him up and age Alicent down, thus making the dynamic of their relationship really off-putting (and this still doesn't prevent some people from claiming that she seduced him). Aegon, well, he sure did receive the worst treatment from the writers but I truly don't think it was done at the behest of Aemond, to make him the better brother and so on. If anything, it was done to prop Rhaenyra up as the right choice, whose side we, as viewers, must take. Not to be a jerk but one must be really naive to think that the Aemondwives and even most normal Aemond fans will abandon him once he starts burning the Riverlands and latch onto Aegon as their next favorite character as a result of that. Everyone already knows he's only getting worse. The only thing that can make some of his fans jump off ship is if the writers make him rape Alys and/or be violent towards her but I doubt that will happen (and their relationship isn't very clear in the books either). Peasants are just that, peasants. No fangirl is going to be like "omggg Aemond was so evil for burning that village down!!! now I hope he dies!!". Now of course this isn't the view someone should have, but stans are gonna stan regardless.

Sorry for this getting so long but I truly think some people would be better off if they'd stop watching the show only to complain about what the writers changed. This is not to say we should simply approve of everything the writers are doing and never say anything against, but some complaints are truly silly. If you like the book more, then stick to it? Nothing wrong with that.

i think people are just bored at this point but maybe for some reason don't have the bandwidth to invest in another fandom / watch another show / read another book & they're just stuck arguing in circles about hotd. it's been the same main 10 topics of conversation over & over since the show ended that they keep coming back to

i also don't get why anyone would be against taking a one-note character from the books and fleshing them out more. if anything, aemond's characterization as a child and young man made a lot of sense & was integrated nicely, without resorting to moustache-twirling tropes like child psychopath. also agree that aegon's depiction came about a way to prop rhaenyra up, not aemond.

all things considered, you're probably right about the aemondwives being ride or die, but who can predict how zealous fans with such militant behaviour will react. even the snapewives engaged in some very weird mental gymnastics because they didn't agree with the plotline jkr assigned to their favourite character

[livitaexe]

Fic Being Discussed

DISCLAIMER: The reader insert character in question will be referred to as 'Yayoi' in order to prevent further confusion and differentiate her from all the reader characters I've written about thus far, but just like the FEMC from Persona 3, you don't need to adhere to my personal headcanon of her name being Ibara Yayoi. Honestly, whatever other name you decide to call her is also correct. I'm just choosing to call her 'Yayoi' for simplicity's sake because she's pretty much her own character at this point and is in no way meant to be a self insert for all hetjoshis/Shinjiro yumes, but rewriting the story in third person POV would be too much work; therefore, I'm keeping it as is.

Of course, it's no secret I've pretty much taken the title, 'Love When You're Used', from a song by the Home Team, but what some people might not have pieced together yet is the fact that the lyrics themselves is meant to be a representation of how Shinjiro feels about Yayoi... especially the line:

I don't need you Oh but I want you, whoa

Like, on one hand, he starts off thinking she's super unhinged and clearly unwell, but at the same time, can't help finding her hot. Why, Shinjiro strikes me as the type who would complain about girls complicating life, yet would ironically find himself becoming attracted to a girl he finds troublesome. This time around, though, the girl he happens to falls for is one who is hypersexual.

And since my interpretation of him is cishet, to the point where I headcanon he did hook up with a few shady girls before FEMC potentially came into the picture, especially due to the fact I can't see him caring about keeping his virginity intact when he's about to die soon, he proceeds to fuck Yayoi upon first meeting against his better judgement... which is something he initially regrets, because he ordinarily isn't the type to engage in PIV sex.

In fact, up until they actually met, I get the sense Shinjiro's the sorta guy who would claim he only does anal, but after she provokes him, he pretty much throws that all out the window. Either way, he ends up getting frustrated at how very little Yayoi seemingly cares about herself and the fact she cycles through so many men without ever being satisfied, for he believes it's ultimately no good for her wellbeing to solely rely on sex to feed her need for intimacy and connection; at the same time, however, he also thinks he has no right to really tell her what to do, because by doing so, that would make him a hypocrite. Regardless, Shinjiro would continue having sex with her anyways despite thinking he is nowhere near her type... because well, he unfortunately became addicted to pussy.

Still, he cares about her, which is something that is reflected through these lines:

You still do everything that I do Believe me Don't stop if you don't want to Don't leave me You swear that it's the night that never seems to feed it Don't you wanna leave it? (Leave it?) And I can tell that you still like that You're twisted Why don't you wanna fight back? I'm livid Yeah okay but now you only tell me that you need it When you really mean it But I don't believe you

Granted, considering one of the first things she said to him was, "Wow, you have such a nice voice. Can you tell me to kill myself?", the 'Don't leave me' part is more so related to how Shinjiro doesn't want her to kill herself than him not wanting her to abandon him... yet regardless, I imagine Yayoi was at first the sorta goonette who would keep intentionally seeking him out.

By this, I mean not only would she call him or text him, saying she needs cock, she'll accompany him practically anywhere. Similarly to Shinjiro, however, Yayoi then proceeds to murder someone with her Persona, so the 'You still do everything I do' part could serve as an allegory of them sharing the same sin. But yeah, she's pretty much someone who couldn't pull herself out of every bad situation she finds herself in... something that simultaneously makes him angry yet incapable of really being mad at her, because she's not a bad girl - just a super lonely one who desperately needs help.

Furthermore, Shinjiro knows her family situation isn't all that great either and from what he could gather, nobody really gives a shit about someone as broken as Yayoi, hence why he goes outta his way to reluctantly indulge her. Then again, she does experience character growth after Mitsuru pretty much befriends her and even makes an attempt on improving herself bit by bit, so you could argue that even if she might relapse after Shinjiro dies, she is at the very least trying to be a healthier person.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 34

*Warning Adult Content*

The Trap - Part 1

Everett exhales a shaky breath.

"I'm listening."

"First off, let me start by addressing the comment you made earlier," Gavin says. "You have every right to be frustrated because Knox hasn't filled you in on anything. What I need you to understand is that he's just following club rules, so please don't hold any of this against him."

Everett looks away.

"I don't... well, I mean, I'm not deliberately trying to."

"None of this has been easy for him either, especially not after he started catching feelings for you," Gavin reveals and Everett takes the words to heart and locks them up tight.

"The only reason why I'm filling you in on everything now is because of what you're about to get involved in. Speaking of which, this may not come as a surprise but The Jackals know Shaun gave you their USB before he died and they also know we currently have it and you. They want you both back."

"I-I figured as much," Everett stutters, his nerves threatening to get the best of him. "I guess I'm caught up, so how is this trap supposed to work?"

"As you already overheard, I'm in possession of a Jackal's cell phone. I texted Ghost and told him that I captured Finn and I needed to get him to Russell. Only Ghost knows where Russell is hiding, so he took the bait and wants me to hand Finn over to him when we meet up. For context, this whole thing is deeper than Finn killing one of their own, Russell is Shaun's father, so he wants Finn as badly as he wants you and the USB because he knows for a fact that Finn killed Shaun."

Everett doesn't respond right away. He gives himself several seconds to allow Gavin's news to settle, then he exhales another deep breath.

"Sounds like a solid plan already. How do I fit in?"

"I was thinking that I'd text Ghost back and tell him that I or the Jackal that I'm pretending to be made a deal with Finn after he begged me to spare his life. In exchange for setting Finn free, he brings you to me along with the USB."

"Do you think Ghost will believe that's something a Jackal would actually do, though?" Everett questions. "Because it'd be stupid to let Finn go when you just said Russell wants him as much he wants me and the USB. His son is... dead. I'd personally want Finn above all else."

"I know, I thought the same thing. In a real life scenario, Finn wouldn't be set free, which is why I plan to mention the deal was nothing more than a trick to use Finn to get me you and the USB, this way, I'm hitting three birds with one stone. If we go through this plan, Ghost will be under the impression that I have everything Russell is after and he'll have no choice but to show up in person." 

"Okay. This sounds doable. So then what happens after we show up to..."

"The parking lot of an abandoned mall."

"Yeah. There. What happens next? Because the minute Ghost pulls up to see a bunch of his rivals instead of the guy he thought he'd been talking to, all hell will break loose. And I doubt he'll show up alone, so a shootout sounds like it's absolutely going to happen."

"He definitely won't come alone but we'll be prepared. I'm having us leave an hour early to prepare at the site," Gavin says with certainty.

"The Jackal that I'm pretending to be, I had someone check out his place and steal his car. You and Finn will head out in the car and will wait in the parking lot for Ghost. The rest of us will hide inside the building with our bikes, then we'll ambush Ghost the second he arrives. All you need to do is literally duck and lie low."

"Duck and lie low," Everett repeats slowly. "I-I think I can do that."

"You can. No need to look so nervous," Gavin chuckles, playfully nudging Everett in the chest. "I'll get you a vest for protection. Finn is a decent shooter, as you already know, so he'll keep you safe. At the very least, he'll get you out of there if shit gets too far out of control."

The more Gavin talks, the more numb Everett forces himself to feel.

He'd rather feel empty than on the verge of having another panic attack.

"I'm guessing this is what you explained to Knox when you pulled him away to talk. What does he think about all this?"

"Didn't you see his face when we came back into the kitchen?" Gavin laughs. "He fucking hates everything about this and has probably killed me a hundred times in his head already."

"That sounds about right," Everett smirks.

"We know him well. But, as I told you, I get the final say in what happens around here. If you want to do this, Everett, then we'll do it. If you want to sit out and stay here, then I completely understand. I promise there'll be no hard feelings between you, me or the rest of the members."

"Honestly, thanks for saying that. I know we haven't interacted much but it really means a lot that you let me stay here. Knox and your men, you guys have done so much for me and my friends. I don't know how to repay you..."

"You don't have to do that, kid. The change, the positive change, that I've seen happen in Knox since you got here has been more than enough of a payout. He was a broken man when he joined the club, damn near allergic to happiness. Now he's smiling and bringing home animals."

They share a laugh.

"Not to rush you but time is of the essence, so I'll need an answer from you within the next fifteen to twenty minutes," Gavin says. "You can find me out front when you're ready."

"Thanks, Gavin. I'll do that."

Everett watches Gavin's retreating form, his words buzzing in his mind like a swarm of bees.

He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice Bear's approach until the dog is whining at his feet.

"Hey, Bear. Did you come back to comfort me a little?" Everett kneels and opens his arms. "Such a good boy. Get in here." 

The dog is smart enough to read the room, so he cheerily gives Everett the hug he needs.

It's a short pause from reality until Knox steps into view.

"What's your decision?"

The earlier emotion on Knox's face is now replaced with an eerie blankness. 

 "It's not obvious?" Everett stands, another mask of faux confidence covering him. "I'm going with you guys."

"Goddamn it, Everett..." Knox breathes out heavily, one hand skimming down his face in a gesture of pure frustration. "You don't have to do this. I don't want you to do this."

"And I don't want you to leave me again but you are. You'll leave whenever Gavin tells you to leave because that's just what you have to do and because I know you want to protect me."

"Everett..."

"No, let me finish, babe."

Everett closes the space between them and grabs both of Knox's hands, intertwining their fingers.

"You also leave to help keep your brothers safe, to keep the women that live here safe and to ensure this entire clubhouse remains standing for more generations to come. You do all this because it's part of your job, Knox. You do so much for everybody... so why can't I do anything for you? Why can't I help protect you for once?"

Pain pours itself from Knox's eyes, settling onto his face as his hands tighten their grip around Everett's.

"I nearly lost you at that damn motel. If you do this... If something happens to you and I'm not fast enough to..."

Everett silences Knox with a slow, deep kiss.

He then rests his head against the man's chest, smiling when Knox wraps his arms around him.

Bear stares at them with his bright brown eyes and fluffy tail still wagging.

They remain that way until Everett no longer hears the frantic pounding of Knox's heart.

"Nothing will happen to me because you'll be right there with me," Everett whispers. "I trust you with my life, Knox. Do you trust me with yours?"

"Yes," Knox answers without a second thought.

"Good."

Everett pulls back with a menacing grin.

"Then let's go catch a motherfucking Jackal."

[starsign-fics]

Henry Bowers and Kevin Khatchadourian (Either one or both!) with a motherly reader? For example they’re well with taking care of people and etc !

𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 (H.B)

Paring: Henry Bowers x Motherly!reader

Word count: 923

Warning: threatening, swearing, Basic Henry bowers things, no use of y/n, No pronouns used

Note: OMG this is literally my first ever request and I started screaming!! Thank you Sm anon!! Btw i'm sorry if you wanted hcs <3

It was the middle of the night, You were cozily lying in your bed drowning in your pillows and comforter. Suddenly the sound of rocks being thrown against the window of the room enter your ears awakening you from your blissful sleep. You remove the comforter from your body and walk over to the window peaking out the curtains which conceal your room to spot Henry bowers awaiting your gaze while standing in the middle of your front lawn like a serial killer.

Opening up the window to seek what kept Henry awake this late at night. "Henry?" you question attempting to read his expressions from the darkness of the sky.

"Can i come up. Please." it was low almost a whimper, the presents of sadness imported in his voice, Most likely from crying before appearing in the yard of your home.

Henry had been coming to your house recently, He had gained an unexpected attachment to you one day out of the blue and hasn't left you since. you had no clue on what caused the obsession to grow into the mind of Henry Bowers but it grew quickly it had only been a month since his claim over you and he had visited 15 times. Just like this one.

Opening the door to enter the hallway you softly step outside of your room carefully to not awaken your parents, You make your way down the stairs the anxious feeling flowing through your body in worry of a squeaky floor board blowing your whole plan to comfort Henry.

Finally making it to the last step you slowly unlock the door and open it to find Henry staring at you like a kicked puppy. It hurts you every time you have to see him like this, In so much despair from what he goes through at home, To know that he's found that you're his only moment of peace among his heartbreaking life. Every time you think about it your eyes begin to water.

You both stare at each other taking in all features shown by the light of the moon. You softly pull him into your arms careful not to touch any wounds that possibly be open from early on, He leans into your warmth while you take his head into you hands caressing your finger tips against his scalp in a attempt to calm his racing breaths.

"It's okay, I've got you. He won't hurt you while I've got you. I promise." You reassured him. You know he needed it, He needed Someone to take care of him. To be his safe haven to run to in his darkest times, And you couldn't lie. You loved being his safe haven.

You released your hands from his scalp and took his hand, guiding him up the stairs. One you both made it to your room was the first time he spoke since you found him in the yard.

"You tell anyone about this and i'll Fucking kill you. You understand?"

You could hear the shake of his voice while he spoke. The genuine fear in his tone. You knew he was trying to scare you, To keep you in his grasp longer in fear you would leave. The fear you would abandon him like his mother, The fear you would lose control of the pressure applied to you. That you would snap.

You fall back onto your bed signaling him to join you. He lays down next to you as you pull him into your chest. You hold him close to you as you wrap one of your hands into his dirty blonde locs and the other to rub you hand up and down his back.

"Do you need anything to eat or drink? Do you need me to clean any cuts? Cause i just bought a pack of band aids if you need them." You kept your tone low and soft so you wouldn't terrify him more than he was. You wanted to make sure he felt safe, Protected within you.

He stayed silent. Snuggling deeper within your chest snaking his arms around your waist to fully assure you were stuck with him. He squeezed you so hard you thought you were going to burst.

Henry didn't really talk during these moments, He didn't need you to talk either. He just needed to feel you, To have a space of comfort. You begin to get sleepy again from your bodies colliding, Adjusting your focus to each breath Henry took. Watching as his chest rises and falls. You heard him mutter something that you barely caught, But you were so glad you did.

"Thank you."

You felt your heart melting from the compassion he had for you. The trust he put into you to allow you to nurture him to comfort, To allow you to see him in his weakest of times. The motherly love he allowed you to gift to him.

"You don't have to thank me, Allowing me to care for you is enough. I know how difficult it is for you to put your trust into people." You spoke softly.

You felt as he finally let go, His body fully relaxed from your words. You could hear as his breaths got softer and more organized while he slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber.

He started to snore lightly, slightly letting go of his grip upon your body. You shut your eyes and listened to his snores drifting away into sleep with the boy you cared about the most.

[kirain]

What do you think about all the people calling Silco a antihero and a good father?

I hate doing this to villains I actually enjoy, but I think this needs to be said:

No, Silco is not a good person, he's not an antihero, and he's not a good father. He's a complex, beautifully-written villain, but a villain nonetheless.

First of all, he destroyed half of Zaun with shimmer, which resulted in the deaths of hundreds (possibly thousands) and the addictions of many more. He distributed the drug as a cure-all to people who live in an impoverished city that has no hope or opportunities. I quote Ekko, "He flooded the lanes. Didn't care who got hurt." He never had Zaun's best interest at heart, despite manipulatively claiming otherwise. He only cared about his personal enterprise and eventual dictatorship. It was all about power and revenge for him, and he didn't care who got caught in the crossfire. His drug labs were even run by children, all of whom he considered expendable.

On that note, he isn't above killing children either. When Marcus began to defy him, he threatened to kill his daughter and make it look like an accident. When he kidnapped Vander, he purposely let Claggor, Mylo, and Vi break into his base with the full intention of killing them, painfully. Never mind the fact that Vander’s “betrayal” was his own doing because he wanted to rile Piltover with acts of war that would result in Zaun’s annihilation. Vander simply tried to stop him. Not to mention he had zero remorse for the boy Jayce accidentally killed and even taunted his grieving mother. You'd think he'd be able to sympathise with the loss of a child, but no. He's a towering hypocrite, only caring if the loss impacts him directly.

Though I think the biggest aspect most people are overlooking is the fact that he caused Jinx's trauma. Remember, he killed her dad, her brothers, and he tried to kill her sister. Technically Jinx caused the explosion, but why were they there in the first place? Silco. He then lied, knowing full well that Marcus took Vi. He didn't know she was still alive, but that doesn't matter. He let Jinx go on believing her sister abandoned her, which he knew caused her deep-seated issues. When Vi returned, he continued to lie about why she was there, saying she only wanted the crystal, even though Sevika told him otherwise. It wasn't to "protect" Jinx, it was because he was afraid of losing her. It was selfishness.

In the end, Silco became so reliant on Jinx that he wasn't willing to let her go. Not for anything. Not even for her own sanity and wellbeing. In the final showdown, instead of letting Jinx reconnect with her sister--which he knew she wanted--he tried to kill Vi yet again because he realised Powder was clawing to the surface. So many people think Silco was a good father, but he didn't help that child, he destroyed her. Mutated her. He let Jinx feel the pain of abandonment because he was desperate for someone to share his misery. These are not the actions of a "good father". He certainly loved her, nothing he did to her was intentionally malicious, from his perspective, but he's also the reason her mind is so jumbled. Not all love is inherently good.

Moreover, he had no right to get so attached to Jinx in the first place. He stole her. I find it kind of disturbing how many people blame Vi for “abandoning” Powder, when the reality is she didn’t. She was fifteen, she saw her family die (for the second time), and she found out that her own sister, who wasn’t even supposed to be there, was inadvertently responsible. After she punched Powder, she was overcome with guilt and sorrow and walked away to take a break. Powder mistook Vi’s actions as abandonment, but Vi never intended to leave her. The true tragedy is that both Powder and Vi’s reactions are understandable. They were both children and they were both suffering, but there’s only one person to blame for that and it’s Silco.

People like to glorify the "you're perfect" line, but the reason Silco said that is because he molded Jinx into his own personal sense of perfection. He erased Powder's entire identity to create an unstable soldier who would follow his every order, construct deadly weapons, and kill without empathy or reflection. He even convinced her to kill her friends. Jinx wrongfully places her psychosis on Vi's shoulders because of that night in the alley, but what that poor, broken girl doesn't understand is that it's Silco who put her in that situation, Silco who impressed his own trauma onto her, and Silco who encouraged her delusions. Eventually he realised he was wrong, but not until it was too late. Not until she was wanted for his mistakes.

Just like his eye, his love was toxic.

[thefrathousesystem]

(K's P.O.V) - - - The only thing I remember is getting body-slammed, shot with two tranq darts and seeing the man in the bucket hat lift me up. I don't know how long I've been out but when I finally come to, I notice my arms and legs are tied to the chair I'm confined to. The only source of light I see is a lamp hanging from the ceiling, illuminating a table and the same man from the night I was ambushed. In a corner nearby I can see my axe and my sniper rifle, but I focus my eyes on the man. I try to speak only to realize I've been gagged with a cloth, but I don't struggle. " So you're awake. " Yeesh I can smell the coffee and cigars coming off of him strongly from where I sit, my eyes still trained on him. He stands up from his seat and walks towards me before sitting on the table so he could probably decide how to kill me or take a good look at me. Either way I definitely know he wants something from me. " I'm going to take this off of you, but know you answer my questions. " I just look at him until he unties the cloth from behind my head, and already I can feel the cloth's cotton on my tongue. Instantly I try to get rid of the dryness in my mouth before looking back at him through just one eye. " Good. Your cooperation is appreciated. First thing's first, who are you and what were your intentions a week ago? " I instantly remember the night I saved those two men from being overcome by those 'Shadows', which is approximately a week ago so rather than be stubborn, I decided to oblige. " I've only had the intention to help out the two who were unfairly outmatched. I'm just some 19-year-old kid from South Korea, nearly everyone who knew me mostly called me K. " He raises an eyebrow. " K? " I nod, looking at him still. " Explain the fights you've had in the past week. " " That isn't a question but I'll oblige. The abandoned buildings surrounding the one smaller building are notorious for it's history of having gang wars, murders, crimes and so on, but those only happened way back in the 90s and early 2000s. " I feel a bit of cotton in my mouth so I take a second to spit it out. Gross. " Sorry. I used to live there with my aunt until she passed, and I've tried doing the right thing by going to school, working a job and trying to find someone to marry but it was too much on a highschooler so I abandoned that life and terminated all my personal info. I don't even remember my name but the streets gave me my name, and that is K. Some gang members tried to attack me as I was the only one who lived there but apparently I was on their turf which, mind you, is actually a grey zone. " That seems to catch his interest but I continue. " The last gang war that happened there was around 2006, and as a means of ending the war, the gangs there made a treaty and established the area as a grey zone which meant no one could lay claim to it. Ever. " " So why were you there? " " To make sure it was kept that way. " He crosses his arms, nodding as he pieced the puzzle together. I could see him doing it in his mind. " So you were the enforcer. " " Correct. " " Another thing, how old are you? " " I'm only 19, sir. " Now that piqued his interest even further, the look on his face amuses me a bit as I grin. " Surprised? " He can't help but chuckle. " Yes, and impressed too. First you save my men and then reveal that you're only 19, keeping a grey zone clean and you have exceptional sniping skills. K, would you like to join us? " I look at him incredulously and shocked. " In the army? " He laughs as he shook his head. " No, we're... more than the army. We are Task Force 141, a team I lead. When the higher brass need us to take out threats like the Shadows you killed off, we send out our best into the field. " For a moment I look him up and down, squinting my eyes. " I may need more convincing. "

A Stranger's Bullet

We've been on a fucking roll with these word vomits, but now it's my turn to play! (It's K btw)

During a mission set out in South Korea after Price have received word of Shadow activity being sighted, Horangi had requested to be dispatched alongside Ghost. It was only them two as they were both sufficient in stealth and taking out enemies silently but what would happen if both of them were to be cornered by enemies on all sides, only to witness them get headshot from afar? Why don't we find out? - - - " Wake up Lieutenant. " Ghost had instantly opened his eyes as soon as the words were said, he'd fallen asleep during the ride to South Korea for a mission. First step was to have a stake-out, gather intel on the enemy's movement, and only take them out when the order to move out is made. Originally he had planned on doing this alone but during the mission briefing, Horangi had asked to join. It seems the enemy were close to where he used to live so before Price could try to reason with Horangi, Ghost spoke up and allowed him to be there. The plane ride was long and tiring but eventually the plane landed and their assigned taxi was already there to pick them up. They had to wear their civvies (civilian clothes) as they'd traveled via public airplane so you could imagine how plain they looked. Their hideout is as simple as it could be, being stocked already with equipment and supplies to last them about a week before they were able to push out phase 2 of the mission. For the first week it was purely gathering intel and infiltrating the enemy's hideout to gather said intel, nothing strange or out of the ordinary having occurred yet. As soon as all the intel was gathered about their plans, Ghost sent them to Price who then ordered the command to take them out. It didn't go as planned. What Price thought was a few opponents really happened to be more than what Ghost and Horangi could take on, so when things went south, the pair of them were cornered on a low building. " If one of us makes it out here alive, I'd want it to be you Ghost. " " Bullshit, we're both getting out of 'ere. " They stood with their backs slowly reaching the edge as the enemy closed in, guns aimed and ready to shoot... until one of them dropped like a fly. Not a sound was heard aside from the thud he made, and when one of the Shadows checked on him to find a bullet shot straight through his head, that Shadow also fell. No one knew what was going on but Ghost and Horangi took it as a chance to fight off the ones left standing as more Shadows fell to the ground, until none were left alive. After getting back to the base (after another boring plane ride), Price debriefed the two on the mission until it was time for their input. " Sir, while we were there we were surrounded by many Shadows until someone shot down a good amount to make it a fair fight for us. You didn't send anyone to help us, right? " Ghost asked inquisitively, Price looking confused as he leaned back in his chair. " No, I didn't. Did either of you see anyone else that night? " Horangi leaned forward. " I saw a glimpse of someone from above, but they were too far away for me to get a good look at them. " " I'll have it added to the report. Good work you two, dismissed. " - - -

[yanderes-galore]

Now

Raphael concept (TMNT 2012)

Ah, yes, my favorite turtle since childhood. Aged up as usual!

Yandere! 2012 Raphael Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere-like behavior, Forced relationship, Toxic behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Murder, Violence, Possessive behavior, Implied abandonment issues, Obsessive behavior, Manipulation, Impulsive behavior, Anger issues, Mentioned sadism, Blood mention.

- Out of all the 2012 turtles, Raphael is the most sadistic.

- While Leonardo is paranoid and overprotective, Donatello is obsessive and calculating, and Michelangelo is delusional and manipulative...

- Raphael likes to be more dominant and dehumanizing.

- Obsessive to the point he wants to show only he's the one for you, that he claims you as his, even if he has to break and toy with you in order to get you to see it.

- He's much more than just a hothead.

- He's also somewhat of a jealous sadist.

- "You aren't leaving that easy!"

- Raphael would be Obsessive, Sadistic, Impulsive, and Possessive. With some manipulative tendencies, too.

- He's easy to get on the bad side of and you are his weakness.

- While he does show a soft side around you, that's if you are complying to his obsession.

- If he's obsessive over you before or right after Spike/Slash leaving, he only gets worse.

- Becoming even more fearful that he could lose you any second.

- "I love you... you won't leave me!"

- Raphael will most likely hate the fact you make him feel weak at times.

- He should be fighting!

- Being a warrior and showing his enemies he's fearless!

- But here he is, weak in the knees whenever you look at him with his heart beating at extreme speeds.

- He hates it at first... until he realizes that this actually feels good in a way.

- It's just now he only wants you for himself

- To the point he stalks you when not on duty, fantasizes about you when alone, and even thinks of kidnapping you....

- Something he may actually go through with.

- Either by trying to convince you into following him to his room to knock you out...

- or by taking a much more forceful approach.

- Raphael can be very impatient.

- He doesn't want to have to wait for you.

- "Could you come with me for a sec? I thought I could show you a new move I learned."

- If he kidnaps you after the whole Slash incident, you're treated like a pet at some points.

- He sees you as his and his alone.

- Any interaction with his brothers or Casey makes him jealous and angry.

- April is sort of an exception, even then if you talk too long he'll start to think you're ratting him out.

- He's always nearby, too.

- You can never get a word out without Raph showing up to 'check-in'

- "Hey~ May I ask what you're talking about, babe?"

- The reason he's so aggressive with your abduction and you talking with others is because he's such an impulsive Yandere.

- Impatient and impulsive do not mix well with Raph.

- He feels he can take what he wants, if he feels guilt he doesn't show it.

- Instead he prefers to sadistically bend you to his will like you're another toy to play with.

- Yet Raphael isn't heartless, he may be similar to Fishface in Yandere type but he does genuinely care about you.

- Raphael will show a softer and more vulnerable side around you at times.

- Often just wanting to hold you close and softly instead of being all jealous and aggressive.

- Such a side may be a little more intense if he still misses Slash, too.

- Holding you just a bit tighter while he nuzzles himself into your shoulder.

- "You make me so beastly when I don't have you... can't you see you're mine?"

- Raphael is certainly not against heavily injuring or killing someone to keep you.

- You make him an absolute monster when it comes to his obsession.

- He's willing to do anything to keep you beside him.

- He may even be scared he'll lose you....

- He feels horrible if he has to tie you up somewhere, or breaking your mind to get you to love him.

- Perhaps even making you bleed a little...

- But something deep down within him tells him to keep going....

- So he listens.

- He listens because he can only think of you.

- Raphael feels he should keep you all to himself

- No matter how much heartbreak is caused by it.

- "I'm the best for you! Stop being so scared of me!"

[piers-wifey]

Need more of Rachel vs Asuna. I love the last one you did. Rachel talking about how much her son hates bc of what she did. Asuna saying it was her or him and she rather be her than her son. Maybe bringing up Asuna father and Rachel saying her real name.

Aye, I got you, nonnie. And thank you, I'm happy to hear you liked it.

*****

Rachel: It has come to my attention, that your son, Ace if I'm being correct, hates your guts. I wonder why.

Asuna: That's none of your business!

Rachel: Oh really? Last time I checked, you filthy Umbrella bastards caused a whole city to be infected with one of YOUR viruses. Causing MY team to be killed and a child to lose her parents. Therefore you, my dear, are in no position to tell me what's my business and what not.

Asuna: I wasn't responsible for that-

Rachel: *takes a step forward* You worked for Umbrella, that's already a good reason to kill you!

Asuna: *swallows hard and looks away* You wouldn't understand.

Rachel: You have a thing for cheap excuses, don't you?

Asuna: *chews on her bottom lip and refuses to look at Rachel*

Rachel: *starts to circle the woman* Why so quiet all of a sudden? Too scared to admit that you've failed your only son as a mother?

Asuna: *clenches her fists* Sacrifices had to be made. *looks up at Rachel* It was either me or him and I rather save myself, before sacrificing my own life to save someone, who would've died anyway.

Rachel: *snorts and looks at Asuna with nothing but pure disgust* Just as I expected.

Asuna: What's that supposed to mean?

Rachel: It means you're not worth to be called a mother. You are a selfish, cold-hearted specimen of a human. You claim not to be like the others at Umbrella, yet you've abandoned your own son to save yourself. A real mother would never do such a thing!

Asuna: *snorts* Oh please, what do YOU know about parenting?

Rachel: A lot more than you, apparently.

Asuna: You would've done the same if you had been in my position!

Rachel: *grabs Asuna by the collar of her shirt and slams her against a wall* No, because unlike you, I'm not a selfish coward. I'd rather die protecting my daughter, than live with the shame of abandoning her when she needed me the most.

Asuna: Why would you sacrifice yourself for someone else?

Rachel: Because that's what you do for someone you love! A real mother will always put her child first! I feel sorry for your son.

Asuna: And what about me? I'm suffering too! I'm not some sort of monster!

Rachel: Don't try to play the victim here. I probably would've spared some sympathy for you, because of your father. But it's too late for that now, Asuna. Or should I say, Adalia?

Asuna: *furious* Don't you DARE call me that again! And don't you ever mention my father again! Or I-

Rachel: Or what? *lowers her voice* I could kill you right here and now and no one would care. I bet your son would be happy about that too. Who knows, maybe he'd even thank me for getting rid of that worthless scum that calls herself his mother. Think about it.

Asuna: *doesn't say anything and just glares at Rachel*

Rachel: *smirks* Reality is cruel, isn't it? *releases Asuna from her grip* I'll let you go, for now. But don't expect me to be so merciful next time.

*****

@albertweskerxchrisredfield @sassiest-captain @dumb-of-ash

[nyx-aira]

Jealousy

Requested by anon

Summary: Melina isn't jealous, she's just doing her job. Right?

A/N: Since I saw Black Widow I was absolutely gone for her and there aren't enough Melina fics out there so prepare for more (I can already see this is gonna be another obsession of mine)

Also thank you so much for 600 followers, you're the best guys<3

TW: a bit of violence

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

PSA c/@ynscrazylife

It was just a mission. It was just a mission, Melina repeat again and again as she watched you from the monitors flirting with your target.

She hated the way he had his arm around you waist and how he was starting at you not so subtle all the time. Melina knew this was the plan but she didn't like it one bit.

She told herself it was because she had to watch out for you and she couldn't do that while she was up here, watching the whole thing fold out in front of her. But as much as Melina wanted to deny it she knew the real reason why she was so troubled by the whole situation.

She was jealous.

It should be her who would be by your side, holding you close and touching you. Not some creepy old man who loved getting his hands on someone like you. Melina just wanted to cut them off, no one should be allowed to touch you besides her.

Normally the Russian spy wouldn't allow herself to indulge in something silly like daydreams but every time she saw you with someone she wanted it to be her, wanted it to be her who held your hand, who danced with you, who kissed you.

But it was nothing more than that. Silly daydreams.

Shaking her head Melina focused on the mission again, having lost you out of her sight for a minute.

When she found you again she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding but almost choked on the air as she saw where the two of you were. The private bedrooms.

Seeing red, Melina jumped out of her chair and left the security room, running down two flights of stairs, running faster as she saw unconscious security guards laying on the floor.

She tried to contact you but her earpiece wasn't working, electric static the only thing coming from your end. Cursing under her breath she stormed into the room where she pinpointed your location and was almost hit by bullets shooting in her direction.

Ducking behind some of the fancy pillars in the room she took cover and assessed the situation. There were seven guards in the room, enhanced by the look of the fist shaped holes in the walls. Two were already unconscious but that didn't make their situation much better.

Seeing an opening Melina charged at one of the guards, stunning him with her widow bites but he only stumbled for a bit before he recovered and turned towards her, fist going for her face.

Melina was too involved fighting the guard that was trying to stab her with a knife repeatedly that she didn't hear your cry for help until she saw you fall to the floor.

Melina made quick work of the remaining guard as she ran to your side, loading her widow bites to full capacity and shooting the guard, that was about to kill you, in the neck, hitting him in just the right place.

She sank to the ground and immediately noticed your broken leg but she knew the two of you had to get out of there as soon as possible.

Judging the pained look on your face you knew that as well as you got up from the ground and hissed in pain the moment your foot hit the ground.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder she helped you up, the both of you making your way to the abandoned hallways, the guests of the gala having fled already.

Even though Melina knew you were hurt and were only relying on her help for that reason she felt a sense of pride surging through her as you squeezed her hand a bit harder. Telling herself it was only to get out of there faster she wrapped a possessive arm around your waist, her rage at the man from before still burning under her skin.

You were hers. Hers alone.

The logical part of her brain knew you were nobodys but the rest of Melina screamed at her to show the whole world that no one was allowed to touch you besides her.

"You're thinking to loud, Melina ", you remarked as you walked down the stairs, her grip on you tightening as she felt you stumble a bit.

The two of you walked in silence until Melina couldn't keep it quiet anymore.

"What were you thinking." She hissed, anger from before flaring up again.

"I was doing my job, Melina", you answered, unsure where her anger was coming from, "I'm don't know why you're so worked up, we have done this like a million times."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say as her eyes got darker and she let out a growl.

Yes you had done this a million times and every time Melina had to restrain herself from stabbing the person to death that was your target. She didn't like it. She never liked it.

"We could have done this a different way." She managed to rasp out, her hands shaking with rage as the adrenaline from the fight decreased.

"What, why?", you said, getting worked up as well, what was wrong with her, "it worked, I got in, flirted with him and..."

You stopped, turning around to look her in the face.

"You're jealous."

Melinas heart stopped. How was she gonna get out of this one. She hadn't been caught off guard like this in a long time.

"You know", you started, "I actually think this way is the best way to do it, you know why, Melina?"

Just walk Melina. Don't listen to a word.

"Because I can have my fun and..."

That was the last straw for her. Shoving you against the wall she looked at you with hungry eyes. This wasn't the professional agent you had been working with, this was Melina, the real Melina.

"Mine, you understand that. Mine."

That was the last thing she said as she lunged forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Her hands in your hair she kissed you passionately, nipping at your bottom lip and catching it between her teeth.

Finally. She had been waiting for this for ages. This was how you treated someone like you, not like how they did it before her. But now there wouldn't be anyone able to do this anymore. Hers, only hers.

Melinas rage made her deepen the kiss, needing more. More of this, more of you.

Starting to get dizzy she pressed one last kiss to your lips as she let go of you, leaning her forehead against yours.

Catching her breath she took a minute before she looked at you. You were staring at her with an unreadable expression and for a second Melina feared that she misinterpreted the situation.

Almost as if sensing her doubts you pulled her close again, pressing a short but firm kiss to her lips, wrapping your hands around her waist to keep her in place.

This time Melina saw a knowing grin on your face and it dawned on her.

"You said that on purpose."

You just shrugged playfully as you looked her in the eyes again and with a mischievous glint in your eyes you spoke.

"What can I say, jealous Melina is really hot and dangerous."

She just stared at you for a second before she brushed a stray peace of hair out of your eyes. Cupping your face in her hands she got close and whispered in your ear.

"Then I hope you know not to make me too jealous."

"I wouldn't dream of it." You replied but your answer was cut short when she leaned forward again to capture you in yet another kiss.

Grabbing hold of her hair you silently cheered to yourself as you kissed her back.

Mission accomplished.

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