#perhaps i might need to see a doctor. but i'm so afraid of them

[travellingseal]

ok, this rash thing is getting weird

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's origin✨ || bts • kth - chapter 0.5

"you're afraid I won't wait." "I'm afraid you will."

a criminal and a doctor should be as different as the sun and the moon - but unexpected things happened every day. like him finding his safe haven in her.

© 2024 | eleni_cherie

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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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19th October

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Taehyung watched Jimin return to their hide-out with evident disappointment settled across his face. Another indicator being the deep sigh which followed right as he closed the door behind himself.

He perked a suspicious eyebrow at Jimin, exchanging a glance with Yoongi then who was sitting across from him and sharpening his sword. "What happened?"

Jimin plopped next to him, sulking deeply. "Guess Bella won't help us out."

"I'll pretend being shocked," Yoongi snickered under his breath, only earning an annoyed glance from the younger one before he fell back into sulking.

Taehyung only rolled his eyes out of Jimin's sight and cleared his throat then. Trying to set the right tone to cover the fact he wholeheartedly agreed with Yoongi's sarcastic stance.

Why would Arabella Valentine help them out if it didn't benefit her?

That wasn't her style.

"Did she say why?"

"Yeah.." Jimin shifted in his seat, running his fingers through his light brown hair, "She prefers going after a rich heir in Cyprus." Mild jealously flickered through his features and Taehyung could tell but chose not to mention.

"Seriously, why are you so whipped for this woman?" he eventually wondered out, "She's manipulative and you can't trust her. I don't get it."

"Plus, she's screwed us over countless times.." Yoongi added with a mumble. Both now looking at him expectedly.

Pursing his plum lips, the thief in question fumbled with his fingers for the right words. "Well, first of all sh-"

"Don't you dare say 'she's hot'," Taehyung quickly countered, shooting him a serious glare to which Jimin only chuckled bashfully.

"Well, she is, but that isn't the main reason.." 

The anew sigh leaving his lips filled with awe and admiration this time, gaze wandering out the window into the sunlit capital of Argentina. A dreamy look on his eyes with possible hearts if he was a cartoon character, Taehyung was sure.

"You guys wouldn't get it.. I like that she's so sneaky and always keeps me on my toes. She's dangerous and mesmerising. She's.. she's simply one of a kind," he eventually settled.

And perhaps they really didn't get it because all they were able to see in her was a competitor, another thief who might occasionally help them out. But only for a price - which was usually betraying them with all the loot.

"It's kinda cute though. He's the literal definition of fool in love," Yoongi plainly stated then, trying keeping a straight face although they could see the ghost of a smile on his lips. His tease pulling Jimin out of his little daydream.

"Anyway," the master thief said then, dismissing his older friend's comment, "That means we need someone else to get us in there."

"We don't know any other female professionals though."

"At least, not personally."

All three fell into deep thoughts.

This wasn't good. They needed a woman to pull off this coup. Only women were invited to the embassandor's gala as it was specifically to celebrate female achievements. It was their only chance to get in the embassy.

- Well, not the only one, but surely the easiest one. Two would sneak in as staff members and the third one had to be among the guests. To keep an eye on the embassandor and the ball hall while the other two were breaking into the office room. And to be one of the guests he'd need to be the cavalier of a lady.

"The party's in a week, we need to come up with something. We're running out of time."

"Why did you only ask her now, if we knew beforehand-"

"I was sure Bella would be in.."

The oldest one shrugged, putting his katana aside. "Maybe we should just cancel it and instead go for a different coup."

At this, Jimin shot Yoongi an irritated glare before laughing out. "You're giving up too easily! I'm sure we'll fi-" Pausing himself mid-sentence, he faced Taehyung then who gulped at the mischieviously wide grin on his lips. "Say, what about your doctor fri-"

Before he could even complete, Taehyung already cut him off with a harsh glare. "No, forget it."

Jimin whined. "Why?"

Dumbfounded at the new level of idiocy his best friend had reached, the gunman exhaled with a huff. "Are you seriously asking? She's a civilist. I'm not getting her involved in this and besides, I doubt she even got time."

"How do you know, you haven't asked her?"

"She's an assistant physician in her second year, she's just working non-stop."

"Then a reason more for her to get out of the daily grid!" Jimin exclaimed, thrilled about his brilliant idea, "And didn't you say she's always curious about our work and finds it exciting? Yes, just imagine how thankful she'd be!"

Taehyung, however, was less and less inclined to the nonsense idea of getting Cassandra involved in this. He always tried his best to keep their friendship seperated from the rest of his life - or at least as seperate as possible. And he grew frustrated with Jimin's irrational enthusiasm.

"You can't be serious, this is way too dangerous for an outsider. What if something goes wrong?"

"Taehyung's right," Yoongi, who had been silently listening to their argument, eventually intervened, "She's completely unexperienced. We can't effort it."

"Guys, you're such naysayers!" Jimin groaned then, throwing his hands dramatically in the air, "This coup we'll be like walking into a candyshop, nice and easy. She won't need to do anything but look pretty and mingle with the other guests. That's it. She won't be anywhere near the action where we -" His finger wiggled between himself and Yoongi. "- would be."

"Wait, you and Yoongi are breaking in?"

He smirked. "Of course, since she's your friend you're gonna be her escort."

Taehyung became pale, all colour drained from his face. He and Cassandra in fancy attire in the middle of a ballroom? The thought making him swallow with an irrational flush colourings his cheeks.

"I mean.. putting it like this.." Yoongi mused with a small smile, earning a side-eye from Taehyung.

"You're seriously changing your mind on me now?"

The swordsman shrugged, sliding his katana back into its shealth as he had finished the sharpening, being content with his work. "I didn't think about the fact that she'd indeed not be directly involved in the heist. Her only role would be to get the third one - you - inside. That's it."

"Unbelievable," Taehyung dragged out a breath, shaking his head. 

He didn't like admitting it, but they had a point. Still a pretty dumb point, in his opinion, but nevertheless, a point. If they wanted to go through with the plan, the young physician was their only option in the moment. At least until he could come up with a better one. And he would try his best to do so.

"You guys really mean it, huh?"

"Look, Tae, I get it," Jimin said then, grabbing his shoulder with a sympathetic smile, "It's not like I'm keen about getting an outsider involved either, but she's our only option right now. And I wouldn't suggest it if I believed she could get in actual danger. You know me, I'd never endanger anyone on purpose. Especially not a pretty woman."

Of course Taehyung knew that. He knew Jimin for half of his life by now, he knew he wasn't reckless or mindless towards others. Only towards himself. And his look of appeal made Taehyung eventually sigh in defeat, nodding.

"Maybe she won't agree anyway," Yoongi argued then with raised brows. Partially in an attempt to calm Taehyung's mind. "What then?"

But Taehyung could only laugh out dryly at this. Already knowing her answer.

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21st October

Barcelona, Spain

Cassandra's eyes widened while alternating between Jimin, Yoongi and Taehyung, the latter one standing in the background with crossed arms and an annoyed scowl.

"Me?" She pointed at herself, still processing and not believing their surreal proposal.

When she had left the hospital after an early shift, the only thing she'd expected to find at home was her left-over food and the rest of a tv show which had been left in the middle - wishing her hospital life would've been just half as entertaining as in the show.

She hadn't expected, however, to find Taehyung and his friends waiting for her in front of her entrance door.

Now thinking about it, considering they were thieves and could break into anything they wanted, it was quite nice of them respecting her enough not to break into her apartment and instead wait outside.

"Cassandra, Cas," Jimin sighed in pity ploy, engulfing her hands in both of his. Taehyung only rolling his eyes in the back at the sight of his friend working his usual charms. "We wouldn't ask you if we weren't desperate. I swear, we wouldn't let you get in any danger. You just need to enter from the main entrance, have a good time at the gala and then leave again from the main entrance. That's all."

She blinked again, feeling her heart-beat picking up in excitement.

Was she even allowed to get excited? Shouldn't she be panicked and call them crazy?

She should, but for some insane reason she wasn't. She was indeed considering this.

"Just for the record, I was against this idea," Taehyung barked in, "Seriously, feel free to say no."

"Don't influence her!" Jimin's head snapped back. Making Taehyung scoff and look away again.

Cassandra took a moment to think about it. Although she was certain her answer was already set, she still tried staying objective and weighing out all factors.

"If I do it.. you'll keep me safe, right?" She timidly peeked up, seeing a smile spreading on Jimin's features.

"Of course! Well, not me directly.." His head returning to Taehyung with a smirk, "But Taehyunghie will. Considering he's unrivaled with his gun and good in combat, you'll be in good hands."

She smiled, knowing all that very well.

Her brown irises wandering to her friend who was about to protest again, but instead folded his lips when meeting her warm stare.

He already knew her answer anyway. That was why he was so against it in the first place. She might've not been naive enough to mistake her films for reality, but the way Jimin set it, it sounded exciting and risk free. Besides, she was someone who always helped others and only a blind person wouldn't see how much in need they were of her right now. Jimin had practically thrown himself to her feet after all. 

So he sighed, giving her an affirming nod. "I'll protect you, Cas."

She smiled gently. "I know."

If she didn't trust Taehyung, she wouldn't have even considered it.

Content with his sincere answer, she faced Jimin again. "I'll do it."

"Great!" he cheered and jumped onto his feet, pulling her with him before engulfing her into a tight hug. Making Cassandra laugh out as she hugged him back startled.

They must've been indeed quite desperate, she concluded.

"Y-you said it's next friday though. And where?"

"In Budepast at the French embassy," Yoongi, who hadn't tried persuading nor hindering her from participating, but instead had stayed pretty neutral next to Taehyung, said.

He'd been taking a look around her apartment instead. Small eyes growing round when seeing the film posters Taehyung had mentioned to them.

"You can travel around Europe freely, right?"

She hummed in affirmation.

She had always wanted to see Budapest anyway so that wouldn't be an inconvenience. However, she recalled her schedule.

"I'll need to pull in some favours and switch shifts then.."

Taehyung instantly straightened at this. "If that'll be a problem, we're gonna look for someo-"

"No, no, I'll do it. Don't worry," she giggled, seeing him shut his mouth and going back to sulking.

In all honestly, she felt quite flattered by his concerns. But she trusted their word that it wouldn't get dangerous for her. 

And a fancy gala at an embassy? Who would say no to that? It'd be the first time she ever attended something like this. 

Her smile dropped at this realisation. Now, this was actually concerning.

"It's gonna be so fancy.. " she mumbled. Chewing on her lips.

She didn't have any fancy clothes. Of course not, why would she? She had a few good clothes for special occasions and celebrations, but in no way would they be enough for an embassador's gala. She'd need to buy something, but did she even have money for a suitable dress for such an event?

She started mildly hyperventilating.

"Hey, hey, don't worry. Just wear a nice dress. It doesn't have to be some expensive designer piece, no one will tell," Jimin ensured her, patting her shoulder with a cheerful smile, "It's not the Milan fashion show. The people at the gala won't be able to tell the difference."

"Okay," she nodded when another question popped up in her mind. "But how will I even be allowed to enter? I don't have an invitation after all.."

At this the three thieves only exchanged a glance before their lips tucked into cheeky grins.

"Please, that's a piece of cake. Don't let that trouble you." Jimin winked.

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26th October

Budapest, Hungary

It was 8 o'clock on the dot when Cassandra stepped out of the elevator that evening. It'd been awhile since she'd spent a night at a hotel and it felt odd.

The only good thing was that it was a rather small vintage one, meaning no cameras inside and not many guests as she made her way out of the old but well-preserved building. The reception at the foyer was currently empty, facilitating her departure. And she remembered to turn her face away from the camera at the entrace. Just like the guys' had instructed her. It was one out of only two, the other one being at the back entrance that led to the backyard.

Even if it wasn't their main intention to save her from embarrassment when choosing that hotel for her - the practical reasons being it not having much security and its suitable location - it saved her from nosey people wondering where she was heading to in such a fancy look. She had already felt insure enough, not being used to wearing anything but scrubs or normal clothes. She didn't need employees or guests' talking while walking around in a floor-long dress, heaving the fabric with her fists not to step onto it.

Cassandra knew there was no going back now that she had already exited the building. And she wondered if Taehyung would be there as settled.

The last contact had been back in Barcelona, when they'd given her location and pick-up time, keeping the risk of leaving traces as small as possible.

For all people knew, she was a mere tourist. Which she was, in a way. At least she'd passed the past two days by wandering around the city to all the touristy spots, making the most out of her trip there and acting unsuspicious.

Much to her relief she spotted Taehyung waiting at the end of the street. He was leaned against a black limousine with tinted windows, not having noticed her yet as he was too preoccupied with texting the others on a burner phone to see the startled expression on Cassandra's made-up eyes. 

His dark brown hair was combed back with the side parted, except for a rebellish curl that was falling on his forehead while he was hunching. The black tuxedo he wore perfectly underlining his tall and sturdy stature. Its suit jacket left unbuttoned and hanging losely over the black dress shirt he was wearing underneath it, adorned by an equally pitch-black neck tie.

Describing his appearance as 'handsome' felt like the understatement of the year. She needed a stronger word than that to express her exact thoughts in that moment. 

Of course she always thought of him as a good-looking guy with an enchanting smile, from the very first glance she'd laid on him. She wasn't blind after all. However, seeing him in such a fancy attire for the first time left her breathless. Just like that very night many years ago when their eyes had met for the first time. 

Usually she only saw him in casual fits. Loose shirts, wide trousers or big hoodies. Like a normal guy. However, she'd use anything but 'normal' for him right now.

Taehyung looked like straight out of a runway or no - a film! A spy movie!

Like a real-life James Bond.

And that realisation made a hot rush run through Cassandra's veins.

She inhaled sharply, about to move when his head perked up as if he had heard her screaming thoughts and their irises met. Both staring at each other, perplexed.

His lips parted, unintentionally allowing his eyes to wander over her dress all the way down and then up again.

Cassandra was standing there, a vision in dark vibrant green. Embroidered leaves and flowers covering her torso, flowing from her waist sporadically down the tulle fabric. Glistening faintly under the streetlamps, like an emerald. Contrasting her silky-shining coppery curls cascading over her shoulders.

First he hadn't been sure if it was really her or a mythological forest nymph, having lost her way to the magic world and instead found her way there to him.

But soon he realised that it was indeed Cassandra. And that he was holding his breath.

"Hey, cool guy," she eventually breathed out. Interrupting their little staring contest.

He swallowed, forcing his lips to move into a casual smile. "Hey, Doc."

With uncertain steps, she walked up to him and he pushed himself off the car. Holding the passenger door open for her.

"You.. you look.." He was flustered, to say the least. His mind on overdrive as he tried not to turn awkward, but he feared he was doing just that by stuttering and blushing. She looked even more stunning from up-close. Finally, he managed clearing his throat. "You might get a cold."

With a small laugh, she looked away and folded her arms in front of her décoleté. It was warm enough during the day, but now that the sun was setting, a coolish breeze was indeed picking up which the thin straps of her dress surely wouldn't shield her from. Especially not as her back was completely open, aside from the straps crossing and forming a bow on its lower half - which had taken her a solid ten minutes to tie on her own.

Taehyung catching that detail as well, looking away shyly. And Cassandra's insecurity only grew, misinterpreting his behaviour. 

She started seriously regretting all her choices in this moment. Back then she'd thought that if this was her only chance to wear a beautiful long dress, then so be it!.

- Why didn't she go for a simplier dress? Preferably in an ordinary colour like black or creme with long sleeves and maybe even a turtleneck, if dresses with turtlenecks even existed.

She feared making a fool of herself again.

"Uhm, no it's okay. I'll survive, don't worry. I didn't have anything suitable to wear on top and didn't want to show up in a random jacket.." she mumbled. About to enter the car when she felt something being slid over her shoulders, causing her to still. And she saw his suit jacket laying on them.

Her lips parted, her cheeks chrimson red by now. She held the collar together with one hand.

"Thank you," she quietly said, seeing him only offering her a quick nod before they bothed entered the parked limousine.

The French embassy was in the city centre, close to Danube's bank. An upmarket part with lots of cultural sights. Meaning the traffic would keep them from arriving there fast.

They remained silent for most of the drive, both unusually tense. Only stealing glances at the other when thinking they wouldn't notice.

"We can still turn back. I can return you to the hotel," Taehyung offered, glancing at her hopefully before redirecting his focus onto the road in front of them.

They were almost there, he could already spot the long line of expensive vehicles lining up to enter or depose guests.

"Again, don't feel obligated. You don't have to do this. I'll find another way to get in."

The young woman shook her head though, the grip she had onto his blazer to keep it from sliding off, tightening.

"No, I'm okay." And she was. Slightly nervous, yes, but also incredibly excited. "And besides, I got my lucky charm."

His brows knitted at her, seeing a toothy grin on her features and a small teddy bear dangling from her fingers next to it.

"Isn't it cute?"

He couldn't help but chuckle. Somehow he wasn't surprised she was  into superstition or at least lucky charms. And her beaming face was  adorable.

"Very cute actually."

"I know it's ridiculous," she sighed then with a coy smile as she looked down to the teddy bear in her folded hands, "And I don't really believe in superstition. But I figured, it wouldn't harm."

Shaking his head, he tugged at the golden necklace underneath his collar. "What do you think this is?"

Her eyes widened. "So it's also your lucky charm?"

He shrugged. "So far I always had luck, so it could be this. I always wear it after all." He tucked it back in as memories surged his mind. He tilted his head at her with a smirk then. "So it must bring me some luck. Don't you think?"

Cassandra smiled at him with a fond look, knowing how much it meant to him. And it was nice catching a new glimpse of his life from behind the curtains of his usual secrecy. She enjoyed collecting all those pieces of random information about him.

"By the way," she said then, stuffing the small stuffed animal back into her purse, "I got your postcard a few days ago. The one from New Delhi."

"Huh, you only got it now?" he huffed with a raised brow, "I was there a month ago."

"Well, it's quite far away, on the other side of the globe.. Was it fun there?"

"Curious as always.." He grinned, amusement in his eyes as he peeked at her. "But yeah, it was. Also far too warm though."

Cassandra giggled at his whining, remembering he didn't do well in temperatures over 25°C. Would explain why he was walking around with a thin coat in winter.

"Maybe next time don't do a heist in a hot subcontinent."

"It wasn't a heist," he plainly stated. Knowing far too well that would only intrigue her more. And indeed, she leaned over with curious eyes. Her eye make-up intenser now for the gala than her usual one, making her doe eyes appearing even bigger than usual. "No? What else did you do there?"

He simply shrugged with a cocky smirk, remaining quiet which he knew would drive her mad.

"Don't be so annonying," she groaned and puffed her cheeks in a childish manner, "You mentioned it, now you gotta tell me."

"Oh, do I?"

"Of course."

"Let's say we were on a little treasure hunt."

Her eyes grew even rounder. "Treasure hunt? Like Indiana Jones or something?"

"Or something."

And he bit back a laugh when hearing her scofd.

Taehyung entered an side-street behind the embassy then, deciding it'd be better to park there for an easier escape later.

He unbuckled his seatbelt then and got out. Walking around to help her out of the car by offering her his angled arm, which Cassandra gladly accepted by hooking hers around his elbow. Making their way towards the embassy.

Another uncommon thing for her, stilettos. She usually didn't wear anything that was higher than two centimetres and even then it was usually boots or sneakers. She just hoped her walk wasn't as wobbly as her legs felt in that moment.

It only now really downed to her that this was really happening and anxiety made a surprise appearance after all.

"Remember what I told you? About the cameras?"

She nodded at his question, recalling his and the guys' little prep talk. She'd taken notes. "One left at the gate, two left in the courtyard, one right at the entrance and one over the staircase. And another two in the ballroom, at the side of the stage."

His lips tucked into a lopsided smile. He was impressed. "Good girl."

The praise caused Cassandra's lips to press together, feeling her cheecks blushing along. She never knew words of affirmation could've such an affect on her. 

However, she also felt quite proud of herself. She'd done her best to memorise everything after all, not wanting to screw it up.

She had to turn her head away from them in case something went wrong and Jimin wasn't able to loop the security footage. It was a worst case scenario, but they had to be prepared for everything. And Taehyung surely didn't want risking her getting recognised on any footage.

Turning a corner, the embassy's aristocratic building came into full focus then. It was in a long row building which covered the whole block. Tall, rounded glass windows on the ground level, above them a terrace on the first level. The entrace was two tall rounded gates adorned with ornatements of metal. Between the two gates, a plaque that said 'Francia Köztársaság Nagykövetsége'.

- Overall, it looked indeed like a building where only the french would have their embassy in.

Taehyung pressed his in-ear monitor then to activate it. "Guys, we're about to enter."

"Cameras all set," Jimin answered from inside the building, "Have fun!" And Taehyung could hear the smirk in his friend's voice. Mumbling a quick 'thanks' before turning to Cassandra, catching her staring at the building with the line of well-dressed important people behind security guards.

Her steps slowed until she caused them both to stop, Taehyung giving her a questioning glance. "Just say the word and I'm driving you back," he whispered as he covered her hand that was wrapped around his arm. Giving her a soothing smile, only earning a wary one from her.

"I.. I just feel a little silly in this outfit, you know? I'm not used to anything but my normal clothes and.. I'm afraid I'm not fitting in. People might already be staring at me." She was looking around as paranoia briefly took over her while they passed by the iron gates. Perhaps she was only searching for excuses.

Her words made him frown as he also looked around, not noticing anyone looking funny at her. And he should, if it was the case, he was trained in observing people.

"Cas, calm down. You don't look out of place at all, you look.." His voice suddenly got caught in his throat as she her glance returned to him, looking expectantly at him. And the way the streetlights gleamed in her chestnut-coloured eyes made his mind blank out for a moment. He stuttered. "You look.. fitting."

Cassandra arched a brow at him, cocking her head. "Fitting?" She giggled, dumbfounded. It was so random, it genuinely distracted her from her worries. "Thanks, I take that." 

She took out the invitation and the fake ID Jimin had sent her way then. And Taehyung was astonished how naturally she looked while passing both to the security guard. If she was nervous - which he knew she must've been - he couldn't tell. The guards passed her the documents back and they entered. Going through the metal detectors and towards the corridor to the courtyard then.

The courtyard wasn't too big, or at least the numerous people in their gowns and tuxedos made it appear smaller. The building's facade was just as cream white there as outside from the street. A big french flag lazily waving in the night air over one of the side entrances, which was covered by a curved construction out of glass with everyone lining up in front to enter.

Cassandra put on a serious face again and closed her eyes. Taking in a deep breath. "I'm better than everyone else. I'm better than everyone else. I'm -"

"What?" His brows furrowed in confusion at her weird mantra.

"Getting mentally into my role. Can't look like a misfit among all those snobby people," she explained with a grin and Taehyung let out a genuine laugh.

This woman surely was full of surprised.

He nodded in approval before tucking her towards the entrance.

"Smart. Come, let's go inside."  

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Ghost. - part 13: Lost Boy

My suggestion for this chapter is Lovely by Billie Eilish, who, apparently, fits perfectly into this fanfic.

Part 1 here - part 14 here

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

TAG LIST: @kats72 ; @mischief2sarawr

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

Midgard, 1994

Lydia was in the scientist's study, or perhaps it was some sort of laboratory, in 1994. Soon, the room filled with people. Her friends, as Loki had called them.

Apparently, the woman, the doctor, was the one she trained with at the TVA gym, and she had engaged in a friendly competition with the jet ski salesman, who was also an analyst, whatever that meant, on who could solve more cases in the same amount of time.

Lydia had never seen them before and Loki's stories were just that. Someone else's stories.

"So, you're some kind of cop?" the man asked her.

"More of a secret agent" she replied.

"How secret can it be if you're telling us?" the scientist/writer asked.

"Forget it," Loki emerged from a time door, interrupting the conversation. "It's better if you go back home."

Lydia exchanged a confused glance with the doctor.

"What do you mean, forget it?" the woman asked.

"You need to go back home, I was wrong," he sighed.

"No, wait" the jet ski salesman interjected "First, you tell us the fate of the world depends on us, and then... nothing?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I just…" Loki glanced at Lydia, it lasted only a moment before he lowered his head, shaking it "wanted things to go differently. You need to go back to your place, it's right this way."

"No, it's not." A blonde figure emerged from a time door.

"Sylvie…" Loki widened his eyes.

"The branches are dying. If we don't hurry, there might not be a home to return to, for any of you."

Lydia observed her, but she wasn't familiar either. She sighed, feeling her fingers tingling, she looked down but didn't see her fingers, just filaments.

"Loki" she managed to call and gave him a terrified look before disappearing.

Loki saw that scene three times before he got a hold of his abilities and went back in time. And back to the TVA.

Several centuries later.

Loki watched with tears in his eyes as Timely managed to load and send the range multiplier onto the frame. Loki cheered for a moment before the frame collapsed again. It was the billionth time he had tried. He glanced at Lydia, who had a mournful face, it was the billionth time he had seen that too. He thought back to what she had said to Sylvie when they had argued. Lydia was right, it all started with the death of He Who Remains; that moment had marked their destiny.

Loki went there and spent several years there. It took a long time before he could truly talk to He Who Remains, and when he did, he realized that everything, everything, had been a waste of time.

He was tired, disheartened. He had to find another way to fix everything but was starting to run out of ideas. He had promised Lydia that he would find a solution, for centuries he had clung to that promise because finding a solution would mean saving her life and all his friends'. But he was wavering. The loneliness he felt was destroying him.

Midgard, 2073. Temporal Branch 39,618

The house was empty at that moment, but someone, many people, surely lived there. He climbed the stairs and went to the only lit room. There lay an old woman in a bed, under layers of blankets.

"Did you remember my coffee, Liam?" The old lady turned to him.

"I'm afraid not, I'm sorry" Loki said to announce himself.

"Well, what are you doing at the door? Come in."

Loki took a few hesitant steps towards her, who pointed to the chair near the bed. Loki sat down and looked around. The bedside table was full of medicines, and there were a couple of oxygen tanks in a corner.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm eighty-seven, dear, it's already strange that I'm still breathing" she tried to laugh, but the laughter quickly turned into a cough.

He kept his gaze low.

"You seem lost," the woman observed.

"I think… I am" Loki looked at her thin arms and knotted hands resting on the blankets.

She looked at him with the tenderest look Loki had ever seen.

"You know, young man, you remind me of someone" she began "He too was very lost when I met him and had a truly terrible character" She managed to drag Loki into a little chuckle, but seeing how she suffered through the laugh, Loki's eyes immediately saddened.

"He had mournful eyes, just like yours, and I fell in love with him. Not right away, but for a lifetime."

"Where is he now?" Loki asked as his eyes moistened.

"Oh, he's very special, you see, he doesn't age like me, and he doesn't have time to deal with a dotty old lady."

"He should be here" Loki lowered his gaze.

"Oh, no," the old lady covered his hand with her knotty one "he must protect the world, I would never want him to be here watching me wither away. I've had a good life, I've saved the world many, perhaps too many times, and I've had a family."

"But you're alone" tears filled his eyes.

"You're here."

A few tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying, boy?"

"I don't want to be alone, Lydia" he said with a broken voice, wiping his face with his hand.

"My dear, you needn't worry about that" she squeezed his hand with the little strength she had "you have great power. You're altruistic, generous, and kind. And good people never stay alone; they just have to trust others and welcome them into their hearts."

"What should I do?" he said, sniffing and taking a breath, trying to calm down.

"Oh, I don't know about that, but I know you'll figure it out, and when you do, just remember one thing: you must not be afraid. You are very loved, and when you are loved, there is nothing to fear, Loki. Love gives us courage." She laughed lightly between coughs as she transformed into filaments between his fingers.

FINALLY I GOT BACK! Soo... sad ain't we? Well, this last part was written way before the hole chapter, it was so clear in my mind and so teary, unfortunately. Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list. Next chapter will be the last related to canon events, but the ff is not over. We have around 6 more chapters. A special thank you to @mischief2sarawr who's a lovely supporter and also added me to their public reading list. Check out their blog for amazing reading suggestions!

Cheers everyone.

[butterfrogmantis]

Religion is a bit tricky in the Butterverse. Since humans exist, human religions exist, and some are even referenced through Smurfs and other characters. But unlike certain universes, there isn't one 'true' religion or god. Instead, there are 4 true deities - Mother Nature, Harold, Father TIme .. and Death.

Also CW for some messed up stuff right here

Mother Nature and Father time are pretty well known and honoured, even worshipped in some cases. Harold is looked to as the man in the moon as as symbol. Death is. An interesting figure. Smurfs - or any race for that matter - don't have a personal connection with Death the same way they might have a tea part with Mother Nature because seeing Death in of itself is an omen. And they sort of like it that way. Death is an enigma. Feared or respected, Death is neither kind nor cruel. It is simply inevitable. Indeed, it's the only true equal of the world. At least, for most.

Necromancer Smurf was born in an ancient village to a village doctor and a village mortician. Even as a child there was something a little bit different, he didn't talk for years after the expected time for the first word ceremony, didn't play with the other kids, and had an odd fascination with the gruesome elements to his parent's work, including the graveyard business. The Smurfling's father died unexpectedly whilst he was quite young, and even then he showed very little emotion to the loss of his father. He'd been in the room when it happened, supposedly felt the presence of an omnipresent figure. His fascination with the death itself far outweighed any grief he may or may not have had.

His obsession become more sinister - strange things kept happening. Animals going missing, random bones disposed of in the garbage around Smurf village. And as a teenager, the worst of all was uncovered. Necromancer was caught graverobbing at his father's burial sight - and when questioned, simply responded that he simply needed a body to work with, and his long deceased father clearly wasn't using his.

Necromancer was placed into solitary confinment, and his hut raided. The Smurfs doing the search told horrors of jars with organs, bones, someone's pet that had gone missing last week, clearly dead but somehow breathing … very unsmurfish things. The Smurf leader moved to banish Necromancer for good, but his mother, who had been suffering for years after the loss of her husband - and in spite of the horrors her son had committed, protected him best she could. Both of them became outcasts in their own society, but for Necromancer he didn't care. Perhaps his biggest mercy was when his mother finally passed a few centuries later, he left her grave untouched.

But his appetite for defying death wasn't through, not by a long shot. He could reanimate animals and even plants for certain periods but he needed something bigger, better. He knew the village would exile him as soon as he touched one of his own so he sought through records in the public library until he discovered, by chance, an old journal belonging to a pirate Smurf named Captain Bluebeard, amongst who's stories was a retelling of a great treasure heist, and a lift of a young pirate who was lost on the island and who's body wasn't recovered. This was the opportunity Necromancer needed - a deserted island and a lone body he intended to reanimate. This could be his finest hour.

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Short intermission now to listen to Rafflesia talk about the types of undead! :)

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*"You may not know me, Skeleton Smurf. But I know you - do not be afraid. Although the nature of your existance defies me, this was not your fault. My quarrel is with the one who's lifeforce sustains you, and in doing so has prevented us from meeting. In my kingdom, you were a worthy subject"

Skelly looked up at the empty eye sockets of the crow skull upon Death's face.

"I was in your kingdom? Then perhaps .. you could tell me who I was?"

Death sighed, seeming almost apologetic.

"I'm afraid … that might compromise your current situation. I do apologise, there's little in my power to help you as you are now. But that is not why I am here, Skeleton. I may no longer have the power to bring you back to my kingdom, but I am still a diety. And since you have been wronged in many ways, I would like a chance - however slim - to make it up to you."

Skelly looked curious, so Death continued.

"I am offering you a wish. A single wish, to be used at any time. Know that there are some things even outside of my power. But as long as holds, or as long as it takes, you have this promise"*

Skelly meets Death ,, part 2! They have a gift for him.

Death, Necromancer, Rafflesia and Skelly are mine / Franchise The Smurfs

[dreamcast641]

Ocs as colors

oh man this is going to be long because, knowing myself, I'd explain stuff and yap about them Anyway Claire

Warm Green

''Hey there, how's the whole "finding your reason in life" thing going? Listen, I know that it seems like you need to have some reason to be here, whether it's a goal to strive towards, a purpose, a direction, a passion, a use, anything, but you don't. You don't have to give what happened to you a reason, and your reactions don't always have to make sense. You don't have to keep putting the blame on yourself, and you don't have to try and unravel yourself like a puzzle, either. I know that people often see you as someone who's calmer, someone who seems to have it together, who, even though you struggle, you're always able to make it through it. And you are, and you're able to, and I'm proud of you for that. But, you should be proud of yourself, too, not just of what others are proud of you for, and not just what things you've deemed "worthy" of that praise. You've come far. If freedom is what you want, then you should let yourself have it.'' I like how, when it comes to Claire, those quiz seems to be almost always accurate. Yeah she is the kind of person that wants to have a reason for what happened around her that, at times, effected others as well and not in a good way. She seems to often place the blame of others suffering and her own on herself and herself only, almost inflicting herself more pain mentally to do better next time to not let anyone else down, to learn from her past mistakes. Claire wants people to see what she does and wants them to be at least a bit proud of her and yes, freedom is something that she desire but it's yet almost unreacheable. -------------------------- Dmitry

Burgundy Red

''You're very passionate, maybe passionate in the way of people, maybe passionate in the way of a goal, of a love, of a desire- it doesn't matter that much. You're strong-minded, self-sufficient, and people admire you, perhaps for different reasons, depending on what parts of yourself are true or not. Are you done running from what you don't like? It's okay, to be afraid. Fear is normal, it's what makes someone human, what makes someone real, but that doesn't mean that you can avoid everything. Someday your grief of your old self will find you in the middle of a summer day and ask you if you've forgiven it yet, and you will have to find an answer.''

Nop, I'm not satisfied with that answer. Dmitry isn't a passionate man at all and what he does comes from him giving up from the moment the incident happened and when the heard the doctors saying that he wasn't worthy keep him alive and waste the foundation money on machineries. He's impulsive in his decisions, due to a slow spiral that would lead him in his demise. ------------------------------- Evelynn

Sunflower Yellow

''Hello :] I have a feeling that you might enjoy using little faces like that, so I will, too! You've likely had a bit of a rough life, even if you don't share that with others too often, or if you do, it's so other people know they're not alone. That's admirable, but it's also good to talk about the things that trouble you for your own sake, as well. I know that you're strong, and you should be proud of yourself for how far you've come, but don't forget that it's also okay to step back for a bit, that it's okay if you're not put together. Regardless, you're someone that people tend to find comfort in, and you're a good, cheerful person to be around. It's a bit hard to come across someone like you nowadays- be proud of yourself, and if anyone tries to tell you that you're wrong for enjoying the small joys in life, just be happy that it's obvious you're truly living life.'' Evelynn is the kind of person that, no matter how much life throws at her, she'll always find a reason to be kind to others and maybe that's why she is considered an excellent doctor. She is trying her best to repair whatever past mistakes she did, the hurt she inflicted her children by leaving them behind is something that she can't shake the guilt off and knowing that she never will have the chance to make things right is eating her alive. But knowing that people in that GOC site, that went through a lot due to their past leadership, relies on her and sees her as a good influence, someone to always look for when they need reassurance, it's giving her hope for a better future ----------------------

Lilja

Afternoon Blue

''You can be both gentle, and relentless. Soothing, and unforgiving, whether that's towards yourself, or others. You're someone who is considered a natural born leader, and you tend to take that title in pride, although there are times when you wish that you wouldn't have to always be the one who makes the decisions. The pressure that you've lived with so far has settled heavily onto your shoulders, and even though you've learned to live with it, you can't help but wonder what it would be like to share that burden with someone else, for once. People have always placed their expectations on you, and you always rise to the task- regardless of whether you think you can really do it, or not. Its led to you having some unfair expectations of others- after all, who are they to be so far behind? Who are they to sit and rest, when you must do all this work? You have to learn to let others take some of that burden from you, you have to learn to rest. The only thing truly stopping yourself from resting now, is you.'' Honestly I have no idea because she is a fresh new character and her traits are not well defined yet like are for the others that some I have for almost a decade now. But yeah I can see her being a person with a lot of expectations on her shoulders with a lot of work to do to be someone and at least her hard work was worth something, even something revolutionary even.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Writing anon #1 here with a few questions! As usual please don’t reply if you don’t want to. :)

What kind of character would you suggest writing for? Characters I’m currently interested in or characters I know more about? Perhaps a mix? I’m a little afraid that if I write for the characters I’m currently fixated on I’ll lose interest in them for awhile. For example, I’m currently interested in Daredevil but I know more about the Avengers because I hyperfixated on them in high school.

Where/how do you find inspiration and motivation to write? 

Do you think someone could write a relationship without having experienced it themselves? (Like a romantic relationship) I would assume it would just take a lot of research and editing to make sure it’s fairly realistic. Just like when you writing something else you don’t have experience in (like writing a character being a doctor or barista if you don’t have experience with that.)

Like the second anon I have a lot of trouble with outlining and plots. I usually get an idea I would love to write but have no idea what to do with it. Like how to get to the idea/scene or where to go from it. I really should try actually outlining and taking my time. I also really need to get my brain to understand that drafts are okay and normal. (I struggle with perfectionism, but I’m working on it.)

I realize now how number three might come across. I am an adult not a minor. I just had an extremely sheltered life growing up and have spent the few years I’ve been an adult dealing with a few things that are out of my control. So I haven’t had a romantic relationship of my own, I have read a ton of x reader fanfics and watched a lot of romcoms. And number four isn’t a question. :) Thank you so much in advance!

I'd say write for someone you like, someone you're comfortable with, and if you don't feel like you know enough about them to begin writing then that's easily fixed! rewatch/reread/re-whatever the thing that they're from and pay extra close attention, do it however many times you'd like, take notes. wiki's about the characters can also be super helpful for a ton of those little facts. but at the end of the day, write for whoever you like, whoever will be super fun to write for, whoever will make you excited to write. also you don't have to just choose one or even be stuck if you ever wanna move on, you make up the rules.

inspiration? i find that everywhere. sure, a movie is an easy thing to get my mind hooked on a fantasy, but most of my stories have just come to me in very mundane things. I've leaned into my own life experiences for a lot of sad stories (also used it as a therapeutic tool). there is literally inspiration everywhere, you just gotta open your eyes and see it. that weird tree right outside your window? that could be enough inspiration to begin a whole book. and as for motivation? well, first of all I really enjoy the whole process, so that helps a ton. I'm also autistic and have very good concentration, so I can easily just disappear completely into my wip. I'm also really good at just having it in my routine, sitting down and writing when I have the most energy for it. when I'm working on something very long, that's when it can become harder to keep that flame alive, but I think I've worked out a good rhythm to keep it going and not loose the drive to work on it: first of all, a detailed outline and notes. making a proper routine with it, though also not beating yourself up if it's a bad day and you only reread the last page 50 times, but don't actually write anything new. I also try my best to stay in the world while I work on it. like for when i'm not sitting and actively writing it, then I listen to music that fits the theme or watch movies or shows that have the vibe.

I think that truly depends on the person. some people can and some people can't. I personally don't write about too many subjects I don't have experience in (though still some like for example murder and some of the jobs the characters have, but my imagination can get me far enough to make me comfortable tackling those subjects). so yeah, that's so individual whether someone can do that well or not.

from my understanding of you from the very limited interactions we've had, I'd say that it'll probably continue to be difficult while you're not getting enough sleep for your brain to function properly as well as some other stressful things I could imagine is also going on and perhaps is the cause of the sleep issues. a few things that helps my perfectionism is to say that this draft will only be read by me and no one else, to say that this is only a silly little fanfiction just for the lols and not a fancy leather-bound novel, and also to aim for it simply to be finished and not for it to be perfect. and sometimes when it comes to beginning, you'll just have to jump straight in with the attitude of an imaginative and playful child. also sitting down and being like "okay, I'm not allowed to do anything other then come up with a story. I'm allowed to sit here, look around at my surroundings, and push through the boredom till my brain comes up with a story to entertain me". don't be afraid of slowing down and embracing the stillness, that's always where my best stuff comes from. and plot stuff? that is a huge subject and I'm not sure what advice could be beneficial for you. it's one of those things where learning about it on a technical level can be helpful, but only to get the sense into your bones and then throwing those rules and patterns out of the window like they never existed to begin with and just letting the flow of the story lead you.

[randomfandomblabdom]

I wrote this in a rant I posted about my love for Cal and Merrin's relationship recently...

There are several interactions they have in gameplay that I'm lowkey peeved weren't included in cutscenes and one of them is when Cal returns to the Mantis after all but demolishing the ISB, they have this really short but great interaction where Merrin says that if he ever feels that way again, he needs to tell her. She doesn't even ask him to do it, she all but demands it, "If you feel that way again, you will tell me." She's demanding communication from him regarding the darkness and he doesn't fight this demand at all. He agrees to respect this request and I fucking love that from both of them. I will genuinely be kinda upset if we don't get a moment like that in the next game.

...and I want to talk about it more.

Cal's struggle with the darkness in Survivor, especially towards the end of the game, feels very similar to someone struggling to not fall hard into an addiction. At least to me. I'm sure others have interpreted it differently but I'm a little biased because I have struggled with addiction in my life and unfortunately, merely telling someone about it can only go so far in terms of turning your life around or keeping it at bay. If that person is someone you're hoping will help hold you accountable or someone you can talk to if you're struggling, you can't just assume that that person will simply know when you risk completely losing yourself. These types of things can be really easy to hide or difficult to pick up on, they can emerge so slowly to the point that even the person struggling with it doesn't realize how bad it's getting before it's too late. It requires communication between partners/friends (whomever this person is to you) to truly make it work. They know what you struggle with and they'll hopefully be willing to support you through hard times but you also need to put in the work and tell them when you're struggling and when you need that support, you can't just expect them to know how you're feeling or what you need and that goes for many things when it comes to relationships, not just managing addiction. It's scary. It requires being vulnerable about some really hard-hitting and difficult-to-discuss topics. It requires being embarrassed that you maybe fell off the wagon or feel like you're about to. It requires trusting someone with a possibly very dark side of you.

Merrin demanding that Cal communicates with her openly about the darkness he's struggling with feels a lot like she realized upon actually seeing it in action that it's a bit more than she expected and while she's more than willing to walk with him through it if he needs it, she can't be relied on to spot it all the time on her own. It's not a task that can be placed solely on her. That's unrealistic and unfair. Perhaps she thought he was fine going into the ISB if even a bit angry and hurt. They all were. It makes sense that he would be, why would any of that be a sign of this darkness he's afraid of? But she quickly found out that he was much more far gone than she thought and if she couldn't quite pick up on it then, god forbid she doesn't pick up on it should it happen again and it's much worse.

He told her about this fear of losing himself and she took it in kind, told him she'd be there, is willing to support him...etc. but he needs to communicate how he's feeling because even though they joke about it, she can't actually read his mind. Him communicating this to her can help her understand what he might need. I'm not saying she's his mother or therapist or doctor, she's not at all but this is something they need to work together to confront and him being able to openly express things can also help them get ahead of it before it gets to the point of where it was at the ISB. It's a demand that seems to come from a place of love and protection for both him and what they share.

And you know what? I love that he doesn't fight this demand whatsoever. He agrees to it immediately. I think he scared himself honestly. I think he knows that for this to work, he's going to have to be open about it. I don't think even he realized how far gone he was and this communication begins happening in this very game in a moment that I don't think gets talked about enough. When they get to Tanaloor, Cal and Merrin go off to find Bode and during their conversation in gameplay, Cal does express that he feels much hatred towards Bode. There's nothing she can do about how he feels per se but she's aware of it now as they're going into what could be a very, for lack of a better term, triggering interaction. It's a very, very small moment but I think it does show that he's respecting her wishes in terms of communication.

I don't really know how to end this, I have no thesis or whatever, I just needed to express a few more thoughts on that moment and I hope it came out right.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 20

Warnings: 18+ readers only, torture

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

THE SCREAM THAT ERUPTED FROM ELIZABETH'S mouth hurt her throat. It was raw, a high- pitched note out of pain. Pain from needles and scalpels. They'd numbed certain areas of her body, but they hadn't put her under. Apparently they couldn't put her under until later. Something about a process.

She'd been afraid to shake Mr. Auctor's hand. Afraid to do anything that might result in a bad choice. But she had done it.

He had stood after that, and asked her to follow him. She assumed he was taking her to the killing chambers, or something like that. Except that he'd said he wanted to talk so then she was unsure.

He had explained, as they'd walked, about his studies on powers. She had assumed it was because she was going to die anyways, so he didn't mind spilling his secrets. Although, he didn't talk about the process, just the ideas behind it. They were mostly focused on elemental powers.

The idea of controlling fire was what enticed them the most, though Elizabeth felt a severe aversion to the idea. It brought on the imagine of burning trees or crops and she thought if she had to have an element, she would want Earth. The idea of being able to connect to her farm on such a new level was tempting.

But she did not say so.

He'd brought her to the room she was in now. Like the cells- and the rest of the building- there was a heavy influence on the metal. The steel beams and iron walls or whatever the walls were made of. Machines with a thousand wires connected to them and a doctors tray filled with at least thirty syringes, probably more.

That was when two of the guards had grabbed her, pinning her to the bed, sticking two needles in almost immediately, numbing her leg and arm. Cuffs had been placed on her wrists, ankles, and one on her neck.

She kept her eyes closed as she finally cut off the scream. At that moment, she was thinking of something stupid. How mad she'd be if they cut her hair off. It was the stupidest thing to worry about, but thinking like that was almost mundane and it was something to cling to.

"Initiation process, complete. Subject 108158 status; alive. Ready for phase two in three. . . two. . . one. . . initiating phase two." A male voice said nearby. She reckoned he was speaking into some sort of recording device.

She felt another needle in her neck, this one almost soothing and her eyelids started to drop and soon, she was gone.

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"MR. AUCTOR, SUBJECT 108158 MADE IT through initiation. It seems that she has fully immersed the powers inside of her. She is the first to survive all of the transfusions. We can move her back to the cell or cold storage-"

"No." Virtus said, interrupting the speaking man. "No, I want her let go."

"What? But sir-!"

"You heard me Doctor." He said quietly. "I want to see her powers at work and what better way than the send her back to the Avengers? She has suppressed emotions about them, emotions she only admitted when she thought she was going to die. I think deep down she hates them. And that will be the key to our success."

"Is there a certain way you want her sent back?" The man asked skeptically.

"I will need a tracker put on her." Virtus replied. "You'll have to insert it somewhere deep, don't you dare put it near any vital organs. I'm thinking on one of the soulmate tattoos, one of the ones that aren't coloured. Perhaps the one on the back. Let them feel her pain for a moment. Let them have a warning of what is coming after them."

The man smiled and nodded. "Anything else?"

"We cannot afford them getting ahold of you or anyone else working here. I want her dropped off near the Avengers tower, not directly at it. She'll be unconscious till the moment you put her on the sidewalk, understood?"

"Yes sir." The man said, scurrying off to accomplish those tasks.

Virtus Auctor smiled at the thought of Captain America, who had been frozen for so many years and still hated the cold, meeting the new and improved Elizabeth Y/L/N. A girl he clearly hadn't cared before, had disregarded, had favored her sister instead. And her feelings would bubble over the surface and she would kill him.

It was the perfect revenge. Not just for himself.

But for her.

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STEPHEN FELT THE STAB AND NEARLY jolted out of his chair. It was a painful feeling, right in the middle of his back where Elizabeth's tattoo sat. He only knew what her tattoo looked like when he laid in bed with Tony, whenever Tony's back was to him.

The stab came again, deeper and sharper and he could not stop the hiss of pain that escaped through his teeth. He was in the library, almost alone except for Wong. He was supposed to be researching TYPHON, and had gotten side tracked with formulas for the super powers.

He stood up carefully, grabbing one of the TYPHON books, announced he was taking a quick break, and nearly sprinted for the elevator. He told F.R.I.D.A.Y. to take him up to his room quickly and she complied silently. Recently- ever since Elizabeth had disappeared really- she had been following orders silently. They hadn't heard a single word out of the AI.

He slammed the bedroom door shut, throwing himself on the bed to bury his face into the pillow before a scream erupted through his lips.

He had felt pain before. A thousand different types of pain. The car crash, his hands, endless surgeries to fix his hands. Dormammu had killed him over and over at least a hundred times. This was excruciating though.

There was nothing he could do to stop it. There was no salve he could put on it or pills he could take to numb it.

They were torturing her, he could feel it. And in a way, he thought he deserved the pain for being side tracked with his job.

"Stephen?" Tony's voice was warm and familiar and Stephen had to bite the pillow in order not to scream, so not to alarm Tony. "Stephen, what's wrong?"

"They're hurting her." Stephen said. "Torturing her. But they're doing it on my soulmark. So I can feel all of her pain. It's cold. . . wherever she is. Ice cold."

His doctor training started to kick in with an unusual amount of worry. "If she gets hypothermia. . . what if her fingers are frostbitten and she has to have them amputated? Shit Tony this is all my fault."

"This isn't your fault." Tony said softly, laying down on the bed to pull Stephen into his lap. "Listen, Stephy. I was the one who shouldn't have been drinking. I should've kept an eye on her. No, scratch that. I should've included her. I thought she was just off with Hogun and the Asgardians. Shit, you know I've screwed up a thousand times. In all my relationships. I screwed up constantly with you, but you were a fellow superhero, we worked through it. And Y/N has enough other soulmates that if I screw up, it's alright cause she'll go the others. But Elizabeth. . it's not like that for her. I wish I could've said I didn't notice Bucky and Steve acting cold towards her, but I did. And I didn't do anything about it."

"It wasn't your job to do anything about it." Stephen said sternly and then nearly screamed again. It felt as though a knife made of ice had been slammed into the middle of his back. "It's theirs. But me and you. We spend to much time alone. We're to used to not caring for anyone but ourselves and each other. So with Y/N and Elizabeth. . . and Elizabeth isn't someone we can just take the bed. We have to get to know her first. And that scares the both of us."

"I'm not used to her." Tony said softly, stroking Stephen's hair. "I'm not used to someone not wanting me for money or for sex. And she doesn't want either of those things. If she doesn't want my money or my body, what could she possibly want me for?"

Stephen smiled softly. "What I want you for. Love Tony. Unconditional LOVe!" He jerked, tears coming to his eyes.

"I promise when we get her back I'll talk to her." Tony said. "Maybe I'll be to late. Maybe she'll hate us all for not knowing, for being to stupid. I'd like to think she's more understanding than that, but it's nearly been two months."

"The most you can do is tell her." Stephen whispered, tears streaming down his face. His entire body seized up and then the pain was to much, and he fainted in Tony's arms.

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YOU WERE PACING THE LIVING ROOM. Hogun, Loki, and Thor were analyzing the car patterns, trying to find where the car might've been dropped off. If they could get anything more off the traffic cameras, and if maybe the car itself was taken all the way to the facility.

Rhodey and Sam were doing something. Bruce and Nat had gone down into his lab. Stephen and Tony had come into the room at some point. Stephen had a slightly blotchy face and Tony was comforting him. Steve and Bucky were sitting at one table, talking.

Fury was there, along with Maria. Wanda and Vision. Clint. So really, everyone but Bruce and Nat.

You wished they were hurry up. You also knew that that thought was stupid because they really were doing the best that they could with the information that they had.

You sat in a corner by yourself, watching. Watching how they worked. How frantic some of them were, how more calm and collected others were. You kept thinking back to Rhodey, Bucky, and Loki's fight.

Perhaps Loki was right. Perhaps Steve and Bucky didn't pay attention to Elizabeth. But Loki was one to talk, wasn't he? He almost never talked to you. And he had not rejected your bond. He was just being a hypocrite because of the situation. Purposefully goading the super soldiers because he had a chance to.

You thought back to your conversation with Bucky. How he had just wanted to stand to the side because Sam wanted to meet her the most. But now, was that still true? It was about a month and a half since they had met your sister. And Steve still hadn't touched her skin.

You wondered how that would work. Sam accepting Elizabeth but Bucky and Steve rejecting her. Would Sam leave them for her? Would things be screwed up? You knew you didn't want Sam to leave. He might not be your favorite compared to Bucky or Steve, but he belonged with them. They belonged with him.

You felt an irrational stab of anger towards Elizabeth. If she were to screw everything up for those guys. . .

You rubbed your face. That wasn't fair at all. It wasn't Elizabeth's fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. But you still couldn't help but feel anger at her.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged and you looked up, expecting Nat or Bruce to walk through the door and then let out a yelp, jumping to your feet as Elizabeth exited through the doors.

Your first thought was she was dead. Walking somehow, but dead. She was so pale, like the colour had been leached out of her. Even her eyes, which were normally a deep brown, seemed pale.

She looked around as everyone gaped at her and then she went to turn back around for the elevator doors.

"Elizabeth?" Tony asked uncertainly.

Elizabeth paused to turn back around. "Yeah?"

Tony seemed taken aback and Loki asked, "Where were you?"

Elizabeth turned to full face the rest of you. She had a bitter smile on her face. "Oh, you know, just stopped by at a doughnut shop for two days. No biggy."

"Elizabeth, we know TYPHON took you." Wanda said softly. "We've been looking for you. How. . . how are you here? How did you escape?"

"I didn't." Elizabeth said calmly, as though her being kidnapped and let go wasn't a big deal. "They let me go because I was useless."

Wanda winced a little and you wondered why.

"Useless how?" Steve asked, stepping forward, his arms crossed over his chest. You looked over at Hogun. He was staring at Elizabeth with a strange look in his eyes.

Elizabeth looked at Steve, a strange look coming over her face like she was really seeing him for the first time and was quiet for a long moment. "I guess I really should be thanking you. Except, I'm realizing I'm not that nice of a person."

Steve looked taken aback. "I-"

Elizabeth's eyes seemed to glint blue, except that couldn't be possible because her eyes were brown. "They took me to get to you. That you'd come for me and all of that. I thought it was some sick joke by the universe. How could it possibly be that the one person that they wanted to use me to get to, was the last person that would come for me?"

Steve seemed almost insulted, "I was going to come for you after we found you!"

Elizabeth strode forward until she was face to face with Steve. He didn't flinch back until she grabbed his wrist. You watched the colours fade from the tattoo on her shoulder. "Don't worry. I know when I'm not wanted. And I'm not going to stick around and hope for scraps. So I'll make it easy on you Mr. Rogers. I rejec-"

Loki slapped a hand over her mouth, dragging her back. He hissed quietly in her ear and she listened, eyes still sparkling with tears at Steve. Steve looked ashen and taken aback. Sam turned away from Steve and you felt that spark of anger again.

Loki released her slowly and Elizabeth turned away from Steve to head back towards the elevator.

"I'm leaving." Elizabeth announced, taking a card out of her pocket. You recognized it as Tony's. She threw it on the counter and looked at Tony. "Don't worry, I never used it."

"Where are you going?" Hogun asked, sounding tense and for the first time, Elizabeth smiled genuinely.

"Home. Just me and you. . . or I guess you could stay if you want."

"No. I'm coming with you." Hogun said firmly and a little colour seemed to return to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked directly at you. "I want you to hurry up and get married so I can get married and start living my life. And if you don't, then I'm going to get married anyways even if I'm a second. Because I'm tired of being second."

You could stop the words coming out of your mouth. You wish you could've, you really did. But it was a habitual response to the idea of a second getting something first in a polite society. The idea of being disgraced because your second sister went before the first.

"You've got to be kidding me! What the hell?"

"God, you can't do one thing for me, CAN YOU?" Elizabeth asked spinning around. Her eyes were glowing blue and the coffee table suddenly turned to ice for a few seconds and then shattered. Elizabeth's eyes stopped glowing and she closed them, looking like she was going to cry.

"Elizabeth. . ." Hogun said softly, reaching out for her at the same time Fury stood up and shot her in the heart.

⬅️➡️

[germiyahu]

Can I see the paper you mentioned about the supposed racism that idf is racist for not touching Palestinian women l. Not that I don’t believe you I just need to see it for myself

I can’t find the paper itself, but several blog posts and articles and websites mention such a paper. It’s an argument made by a doctoral candidate, Tal Nitzan. Some of the arguments made by that paper are discussed in the website linked, but the author admits that he nor the person he talked to could find the paper, even though it had been published.

There’s also an Intifada II era article by Ronit Lentin that does talk about historical sexual violence committed by Israeli troops (but feels no need to mention sexual violence historically committed by Arab troops interestingly). In it she cites Suheir Aszzouni Mahshi, who wrote in 1995 about two Palestinian women she knew who were assaulted in prison.

Her complaint was that the guards used sticks because (by her assessment) the Palestinian women “were not worthy to be touched.” So not only is that source anecdotal, but her conclusions are based on her own intuition and not rigorously conducted academic research. But her conclusion fits this pattern of trying to racially politicize a lack of penile rape. For instance, she doesn't consider that perhaps these guards knew that should they be caught, using a stick instead of their penises might incur a lesser punishment? I don't know anything about Israeli laws, but "they're so racist omg" is not the first conclusion I would come to?

Ronit Lentin's paper however does assert that Israeli soldiers have committed sexual violence in the past, and that there's an aversion to discussing that today. That's still true. We know this is true. Jewish and Arab armies used sexual violence or the threat thereof as a weapon during the war.

The reason the IDF today doesn't really rape anyone is not because Palestinian women are too icky to inflict that kind of violence on (historically that's not the case). It's also not that they're more moral, but because they're more well trained. They're a professional citizen army. They're answerable to the politicians who are answerable to the electorate, but they also are the electorate. The IDF is structured so that a soldier who engages in misconduct can be held accountable.

To call the absence of a certain abuse proof of an underlying abusive motivation is bizarre, and not really how evidence is treated in the West, so granted. But these ideas are not fringe per se. I know many pro Palestinian voices know about them, because they invert them to use against Jews. That's why they specifically target Mia Schem, claim she's offended that the man holding her wouldn't assault her.

If you read/listen to her testimony, she was afraid that he would! But that is used against her too, wow how dare she assume the Brown man (who is probably the same skin tone as her lol) would ever be a sexual threat! White woman tears! This is just like Emmitt Till!

The entire reason they invert claims like this is because they know the original claim is absurd, that Jewish men are racist for not raping Arab women. So they repackage it as something they want you to believe Jews are saying instead, so that you can bask in the absurdity of the lie of Zionist Victimhood. And for some of them, I'm willing to bet they secretly wish they could assault girls like Mia Schem.

Because to say Jewish women are lying about being raped but also have some kind of fixation with being raped, are offended they weren't raped... you know "it didn't happen but the bitch wanted it/deserved it" type talk... the men claiming this want to rape Jewish women. It's obvious. And the women claiming this want to watch men rape Jewish women.

They're rapists but for lack of opportunity. And I'm comfortable claiming that.

[codiecoda]

The Allergies Of The Demon King [All For One x Garaki]

Summary: Allergy season is hard for everyone but for All For One it is something of a nightmare and yet another thing that becomes Garaki's problem as he must put up with his seemingly endless complaints

It was safe to say allergy season could be a rough time for everyone but when it came to All For One this much was especially so. He had always had a well put together immune system in comparison to his brother, almost never getting sick, but as it seemed every time this time of year would roll back around the demon king would crumble. Unfortunately for Garaki this time of year was especially rough for him too but certainly not in the same sense as his difficulties lay at the feet of All For One's complaints and he certainly had many.

“This medicine isn't working.” All For One complained, sitting the previously filled and now empty bottle of pills down on the doctor's desk. “If anything I think I'm getting worse and for the life of me I just can't shake this nasty cough. I thought doctors were supposed to make people feel better? Keep this up and next time I won't scold Tomura for throwing apples at you.”

“I'm afraid I can only assist you so much with your allergies.” Garaki reasoned, acknowledging the others annoyances. “It also appears you've built up something of a tolerance for the medication I've been giving all these years which may be why it's not having it's full effect—”

This answer was certainly less than pleasing to the demon king and as much was made very apparent to him when his dear friend chucked an apple at his head just as his son had that previous day. Now he understood exactly where the boy got it from or perhaps All For One was resorting to the child's childish tantrums once more to get what he wanted.

“I didn't ask for excuses, doctor.” All For One reminded, undoubtedly losing his patience already. “I told you to fix them. I do hate to resort to childish outbreaks but I feel now that it's the only way to get my point across. Keep this up and I might just make you target practice.”

“I'll see what I can do.” Garaki sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with him. “In the meantime I suggest tea.”

This seemed to be enough to suffice for the moment as All For One soon let him be. With the medication no longer taking effect Garaki knew he was particularly out of luck on what to do. Of course he could rework the drug but he had a feeling All For One would be rather unforgiving of any negative effects and with his thinning patience it didn't seem as though he'd be willing to wait until the drug got out of the testing phase. No, he needed to do something different.

“Maybe..” Garaki mused, flipping through the pages in his notes until he found something interesting. “Perhaps this could work..”

That's when Garaki came across an old family remedy to treat the common allergies. Of course the method was a bit unorthodox by All For One's standards but then again it was better than nothing and he was certain All For One would agree. It was simply a bath after all.

“I'm not exactly sure about all these oils..” All For One stated as he carefully unclothed himself, glancing towards what the doctor was adding into the water. “And must you be present for this?”

“It's not like I haven't already seen everything before and besides I need to monitor any negative effects the remedy may have.” Garaki reasoned, stepping away from the bath. “I think you'll find the water warmed to your liking.”

Garaki did have to admit he didn't exactly shy away from staring as All For One stepped foot into the bath and made himself comfortable within it. The oils certainly put off a pleasant smell but it was the effect of clearing the sinuses that they were both looking for and fortunately this much occurred almost immediately as the bath began.

“It's so nice to be able to breathe freely again..” All For One sighed contently, enjoying the soak. “I can feel you staring, doctor.”

“I need to examine your condition.” Garaki justified, not averting his gaze in the slightest. “It is my duty—”

“I believe I'm fine now.” All For One interrupted, glancing towards him rather coldly. “You may leave now.”

Left with no choice in the matter, Garaki gave All For One the privacy he desired. He wasn't exactly sure why All For One often dismissed him in such a manner, but he recognized how relaxed he seemed when he finally came out. For a moment there he seemed almost too relaxed.

“Garaki.” All For One called, seemingly satisfied. “Have another bath prepared for me after my meeting. I plan on enjoying my little breaks of freedom until the end of the season.”

“Of course sir.” Garaki confirmed, pleased with his work.

Allergies may have been difficult to deal with but if a bath was all it took to rid himself of the torment All For One was content with being cleaner than clean.

[mercurygray]

hi hello friend it’s me feeding the Godwin/Edith muse yet again because ✨reasons✨ but could I request something for them for ‘22. blood’ from your latest prompt reblog? 🧡

Sorry this took so long, friend! More 1920s Peaky Blinders AU -how could I not, with a prompt like this?

"Aren't you going to ask?"

Edith took a long, deep breath, her eyes fixed on the task at hand. "It's not my job to ask questions."

"And you're not at all curious?"

"It may surprise you to know that bloodstains are a somewhat regular occurrence in this house, Mr. Saxon-West. I stopped being curious a long time ago."

But she was curious, just a little, to know how exactly her employer's lawyer had come to be covered in blood, though she could fill in the gaps, a little, if she squinted long enough.

A car had squealed up the drive at nearly midnight, rain pelting the windshield, and several men had gotten out, banging down the door and bundling someone inside as they shouted for bandages and a doctor and heaven only knows what else, and waking up the entire house while they did it. Edith was quickly out on the landing in her dressing gown, joined almost immediately by Emma, looking around to see what was wrong. "Mama?" Two bleary-eyed boys emerged from the nursery.

"Hush, my darlings, there's nothing to worry about," Emma said, picking the younger up and walking back to the nursery. She turned around to Edith and her eyes gestured downstairs. Go and see.

Edith tightened the belt of her dressing gown and took a deep breath. If her lady wanted answers, then answers she would get.

Lord Edmund had been shot. The details hardly mattered to Edith - at a club, or a bar, or his mistress' house made no difference whatsoever. He was presently laid on the dining room table, wounds staunched with dishtowels and being seen to by the doctor, and some of the minders he'd had with him were in his stepfather's study letting their clothes dry, helping themselves to Canute's whiskey and - perhaps, in one instance - the charms of one of the parlor maids, who'd been summoned to lay a fire for them.

Edith did not know yet why Godwin had been there, though she had some ideas. He and the young lord had been very close lately, hatching plans for his inheritance. Edmund liked to live larger than his funds sometimes allowed, and some disreputable friends often helped him do it. Since his stepmother's marriage to Canute he'd delighted in joining his stepfather's bullyboys for their jaunts around town, and they, in turn, delighted in his foolish ability to spend money.

But that still didn't explain the lawyer - who had quietly removed himself from the group in the study and joined Edith in the hall. "Miss Eden, I wonder if you might help me with my shirt."

Which was how they had come to be in the first floor butler's pantry, Godwin currently leaning, shirtless, against the counter while Edith blotted the blood out of his shirtfront with cold water and salt.

"I'm also not sure why you think I would care, Mr. Saxon-West." The silence had been bothering her, and she felt it needed to be said. I'm a secretary at best and lady's maid at worst.

"Because you're Lady Emma's creature, and she never met a piece of information she couldn't use."

A creature, am I? See how you like me, then. "And you never met someone you couldn't blackmail, sir."

He chuckled at that. "So you're not afraid of being found with me in your dressing gown?"

"You don't appear to be afraid of being found fucking the help." A thread of laughter stumbled through the slightly open door. "Although if that's really what you're after, sir, I'm sure what's in the study is more to your taste."

Godwin was very close to her now, his shoulder close with hers. "I don't really go for shared goods," he said, voice supremely casual. "Or public pleasure, for that matter." He watched her closely, and she did not want to meet his eye. She knew Canute's men speculated about her - she could see their eyes following her as they came and went from the house. "That's where we were, before coming here. A club, you might call it. Now I daresay they're all in a bit of a mood."

She could see it now, the sort of place he meant - Edmund had been dressed for dinner and so was Godwin, so it somewhere for men with money, being lenient to let in Edmund's 'friends'. "And was Lord Edmund getting shot part of the mood?" She parried back. "Or an unfortunate consequence?"

But he did not answer her immediately - instead he kissed her, full on the lips, and she was so surprised she let him, his shirt slipping into the damp sink along with the brush. They had been in close quarters before, but never this close, while both were barely clothed. If you're going to taunt me, fine.

"Consequence," he said, finally, his eyes fixed on hers. "Are you sure I can't tempt you to something stronger, Miss Eden? Perhaps somewhere more private?"

"You'll have to forgive me, Mr. Saxon-West. My mistress needs me and creatures," she used his word with deliberate sharpness, "must go where they're called." She stepped away. "I believe your shirt is finished - it'll just need to dry."

She left him in the pantry and walked quickly across the hall, glancing in to the dining room to see both Emma and Canute, too, waiting in vigil over Edmund's still body, the doctor still somehow at work. There's a story there, for certain, she thought to herself. But I'd never get the truth about it from him.

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

This is a little bit of a vent so if that’s not ok please just ignore :) tw for mentions of dieting, irrational food fears, and restricted eating

I have suspected BGE, which is inflammation of the brain. (Don’t worry, I’m pursuing diagnosis & have professional help) Earlier this year I went into a huge flare & developed some really awful restricted eating patterns because I was so unwell mentally. BGE causes a lot of irrational fears & a lot of mine center around food; I was afraid to eat and sometimes my brain wouldn’t “allow” me to eat for hours at a time. I’m now on medication that is helping me recover from the flare, and I’m fighting really really hard to recover from the eating disorder. But I’m really frustrated, because my family and friends keep telling me that I should go on a special diet to reduce the inflammation in my body. Logically I know that diet does play a big role in your physical health, and I agree that if I could maintain a healthy diet, it would help my symptoms, including my irrational fears surrounding food. But ironically, one of my symptoms is an eating disorder! And forcing myself to make a huge change in my diet when I’m already struggling to eat in general, doesn’t make sense to me. I’ve explained to them that I’m struggling to eat and that my focus right now is to eat enough food to keep me well, but some of them just keep telling me that I should diet. It’s really frustrating to me and I feel like they aren’t appreciating any of the progress I’ve made. I used to cry every time I ate because it was so hard, and now I eat three meals a day plus snacks and it’s not always the healthiest food, but it’s food and that’s what matters to me. So idk I just wanted to express some frustration about that, hope that’s ok. I love your blog btw!

Hi there. I say this a lot, but I'm sorry it took me so much time to get to this. I hope you've managed to get some answers. I know what hell it can be to have a mystery chronic illness. I also know what hell it can be when you have an illness that exacerbates your eating disorder.

It sounds like your family and friends have some pretty serious boundary issues. I think that, whether or not you have pulled further out of your flare, you need to work on developing some boundary statements to use with these people. These might help them understand more of the risk they cause you when they try to push you toward dieting, but maybe they won't help with that - the point of boundary statements is more to help people understand the consequences of ignoring your personal boundaries.

Perhaps you could consult the professionals you're working with and see if they can help you construct some easy-to-remember boundary phrases you can have handy!

So you could try to start with "You might think it's a good idea to give advice that my medical professionals have deemed dangerous, but I'd request that you didn't."

"I have inflammation in my brain and it's affecting the part that creates fear. Your advice creates more fear and is unhelpful."

"When I want advice, I'll ask my medical team."

But the thing is, it sounds like these people have consistently broken your boundaries before. So what consequences can you enforce in order to remove their access to you when they do this, thus removing their ability to violate your boundaries?

"Dieting and even diet talk is a threat to my condition according to my doctors. If you continue to put my health at risk I am going to stop talking to you."

"If you continue to put me at risk medically I am going to have to spend less time with you."

"I can see that you're trying to help, but you're not listening to me when I say this is unhelpful. I'm going to cut this conversation short now."

Remember, the goal isn't to prevent them from feeling frustration, it's to prevent them from having sufficient access to you to do further harm if they simply cannot understand why their behavior is harmful in the first place. This unfortunately may be an isolating process. Chronic illness will teach you all kinds of painful truths about who actually has what it takes to provide the kind of empathetic, ongoing, unglamorous support that a chronically ill person needs. Best of luck in taking care of yourself and in getting well.

[children-of-epiales]

⛑ - Some tender first-aid

(For any oc of your choosing, I'm happy to read them all ♡)

Anything for you!

*****

 The moment she sensed someone reaching for her, Reaper quickly swiped at them with her good arm. “ I’m fine!” She shouted with more fire than she wanted. 

The operator scrambled back onto her feet, making herself dizzy enough that she would fall again; there wasn’t anything she could have done to prevent the event herself except grab onto the grainy texture of the wall, the strong pair of hands that grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her up was not part of the plan. 

Reaper found herself being roughly guided out of the kill house, in the direction of where she knew the medical bay would be. 

“ You are so clumsy for someone who’s supposed to be stealthy-one of the things that you could afford to work on.” 

The brunette herself froze and stumbled over her own feet, and Zofia, clearly trying to be patient hence her keeping her gaze ahead, muttered something in Polish that started out loud enough for both of the women to hear, only to end as a whisper. “ So clumsy-you’re lucky your team leader isn’t here right now.” The older operator’s tone oozed disappointment and something else Reaper was afraid to think about while they walked off of the field. 

“ I’m really sorry-” The Canadian started chattering, having forgotten whatever else it was she needed to say. “ I can walk just fine, I don’t need to go-”

“ Quiet.” 

Reaper shut her mouth immediately and it didn’t take long for her to realize why Zofia insisted on walking all the way with her to the medical bay, with the blood on head reaching her right eye and the orientation of everything switching here and there. Realizing she hit her head so badly only intensified the brunette’s embarrassment, giving her one more reason not to speak around Zofia-perhaps even not to speak ever again.

“ Doc isn’t here.” Zofia noticed aloud before she sat Reaper down. “ I’ll patch you up, then.”

The statement forced the Canadian out of her short vow of silence. “What?” She objected with more shock than she meant. “ I mean-that wasn’t an insult-but you’re not…” She shrugged her shoulders, somehow mixing up physician with medic. She personally didn’t care about the difference, Thunderbird may as well have been a doctor to her.

“ You think because I’m in a combat position, that I cannot provide first aid?” Zofia inquired, her arms firmly crossed for only a moment. “ Just as you-a medical professional-also take on a position to gather intel and take out enemies, such as Nøkk does? I didn’t take you for someone who overlooks details.”

Reaper bit her bottom lip to keep her mouth from falling open, the painful action eventually failing her when she watched Zofia start working as if she were Doc, Thunderbird, or herself. 

Despite how good that uniform looked on her, the Canadian thought a white coat might look good on the Polish woman as well; really, to her at least, Zofia could make any article of clothing look like it was made by a fashion designer. If only she would take off the sunglasses the brunette came to despise because she couldn’t always see Zofia’s pretty brown eyes. 

“Hold still-” Zofia’s fingers pressed securely into Reaper’s chin before she started tending to the latter’s head wound. 

After a few seconds of silence, the Polish woman yielded first. “ In the kill house, you were fighting even before I had to manhandle you…”

“ I panicked,” Reaper pretended to focus on the floor, knowing she might just get caught if she stared too long at the older woman. “ It’s been a weird week.” 

Without allowing any time to pass first, Zofia spoke again. “ What do you consider a ‘weird week’?”  

She turned to dispose of the used materials, giving Reaper a nice view of her hair and her neck. There were only a few hairs sticking out the end of her bun and not a bobby pin in sight; just one more thing to add onto the endless list of perfect things about Zofia. 

The women heard voices in the hallway. When Reaper turned but couldn’t see who it was, the operator slightly leaned forward, unintentionally helping some blood dripped from her hand onto the floor. 

Zofia spotted it before she did and reached for the brunette’s hand, this time with a little less strength. 

A combination of a nasty abrasion and a bruise overlapped each other above the wrist. “ So clumsy…” Zofia muttered in disappointment again as she went to work on the wound. “ Won’t you answer my question?” She said more audibly again.

“ Yeah, a weird week…” Reaper didn’t want to find herself at a loss for words once again. “ Yet there she was. 

Zofia looked up at the latter from behind her sunglasses. Knowing Zofia would lose any and all respect for her was what kept the brunette from leaving the room. 

“ Sometimes, sometimes things happen-” Reaper found herself saying, “-and when they happen, there’s nothing I can do to make the rest of the week better.”

She watched the spot between Zofia’s eyebrows crinkle. “ Your team doesn’t make the week better? I’ve seen you all together-there are two versions of you that I’ve seen so far.”

“ This is different.” The Canadian managed to control her tone this time, remembering that Zofia didn’t understand. 

“ If you say so.” 

Reaper didn’t know what else to do besides continue to watch Zofia, her cheeks turned red when it hit the former that she had to explain her feelings about something she wasn’t good at talking about. How Zofia could make such a simple statement without judgment, the younger operator couldn’t comprehend.

Maybe that sort of thing only came as time passed. 

“ To be frank-” Zofia sat up straight after she finished, “-there were other mistakes I watched you make in the kill house, but I’m not your team leader. If you don’t want to hear it from me, I won’t say anything.”

“ I do wanna hear it from you.” Reaper responded quickly. Lucky for her, Zofia didn’t know much about her, so it was a given that the Pole would mistake the response as an eagerness to improve. 

Zofia seemed to have no issue obliging the Canadian, immediately listing off the mistakes starting from the first second they were together in the kill house: “strange” footing, not checking around corners properly, not covering teammates’ backs properly, and being messy when taking down enemies. 

It almost did hurt Reaper to listen; there was no ego, it was knowing she was actually so bad at what she thought she did best. What she thought was the only thing she could do well.

“ Don’t be so sad, Reaper.” Zofia’s request snapped the Canadian out of her thoughts. “ An opportunity to improve is good.”

This time around, Reaper didn’t dare try to explain how her strongest need impacted her work. No matter if this was something Zofia might actually be able to understand, or even be familiar with herself. 

“ You should stay here.” The Pole added as she stood up. “ When Doc comes back, he should make sure your wounds have been properly cared for.” 

“ My wounds were properly cared for.” Reaper objected. 

Zofia turned and shot the younger operator a terrible look from behind her sunglasses. 

Reaper’s eyes grew and her bottom remained in the seat. She watched Zofia leave without saying anything else, and she dropped her head into her hands, unable to believe how terribly she just embarrassed herself. 

[quinnzeta21]

CHAPTER 6

At the Hospital

The doctor had said that Ms.Dawson needed to hydrate more and had to get some rest because she doesn't have much energy in her body. So she's going to get warded for a day so that the doctor here can check on her health.

"Kate, I need to get going. But later after I've done things on the Campus, I'll be seeing you back, okay?" She smiles "Thank you darling". I can feel myself blushing after I hear the word "darling" from her. No one ever calls me by using that sweet word. Okay, what's going on with me? I rushed fast to get to the campus leaving Kate behind.

Campus

10:20 am, just arrived (late again).  I take my bag and open my door telling myself I'm not going to run because Principal Cooper won't ask anything if she sees me. *Knock knock* "Thank you Sir Edwin for looking after them."

"Where's Ms.Dawson?" He asked.

"She's feeling unwell this morning. So I bring her to see the doctor"

"Oh gosh, I hope she gets plenty of rest." I can see he's worried about Ms.Dawson too.

"She will, thanks for your concern btw". He just left and I continue the class on where Sir Edwin stop.

"So class! Where do you stop just now...?"

After the class end, I went for a break with other staff. At the eating table "y/n, where's Ms.Dawson? I heard she's not working today?" Mrs. Celine, one of the professor asked.

"Oh, she's feeling unwell this morning and she asked me to continue the class like usual without her" I said.

"Actually, seeing her like this makes me mad at how her ex-husband and family treated her. She's got everything before, a loving family, a friendly colleague to us, good career..... Now, she is just living alone in that big house. No social life like the old "Kate Dawson". I feel-".

"She doesn't deserve all of this." Sir Edwin interrupt out of nowhere.

I decided to just hear their conversation and thinking about going to Principal Cooper's office after she's finished with her break.

*Knock knock* "Principal Cooper? Can I come in? This is y/n."

"Yes dear, please come in" as I open the door, "y/n, how is this happened? "

"I don't know. This morning my instinct ask to drive infront of her house just to make sure. I did what you asked for...-" I explained everything about what happened this morning to Principal Cooper including her mentioning about her daughter, Bella.

"Oh dear, Kate." She is just staring at the floor thinking on something to say.

"She needs someone-"

"Yes and it's you." She said.

"me?-"

"Yes, think about it dear. It's been almost a month since you worked  under Ms.Dawson. Means, you had plenty of time with her. Like I said before, maybe you can help her.... Other than her psychologist."

I just think about what the Principal Cooper said. "Principal Cooper, if there's nothing else.... Can I leave now? I'm going to see Ms.Dawson at the hospital."

"See, you are already thinking about her. Anything, please let me know... I-I want to visit her tomorrow.... Or maybe when I'm finish with everything, I'll be visiting her soon." she said.

"Okay Ma'am"

At the Hospital

After I arrived, I went straight to her bed and saw her resting. I try to ask the Doctor or Nurse about her condition if I can bring her home today.

"I might have to get her to stay for today. If she's okay, she can leave tomorrow." The Doctor said "her daughter perhaps?"

"Oh no, I'm one of her colleagues". He nod and walks through the other patients and continues his work.

I go near Ms.Dawson and slowly stroked her hair gently and she just woke up because of me "Oh, I'm sorry Kate. Didn't mean to wake-".

"You're here?" She is sure surprised to see me. "Yes Kate, I had promised you to come back for you later". Wait... "To come back for you?" Seriously y/n, I shouldn't said that. I feel like..... I am being flirty towards her?

"Y/n.... Can I go back now?"

"I'm afraid you need to stay here for tonight. Sorry Kate" and I told her that everyone sent regards and said that they are all worried.

There's a silent moment like usual "can you stay with me here tonight?" And all of a sudden, she asked me that. The same question like she did asked before. To stay with her.

"Kate, I think the visitor can't be here for a night..... But hey, I'll wait until you go to sleep okay?" she look into my eyes and nod slowly "Do you ever felt regret on something?" She ask. "Well, I've regretted changing my course at the first College I once attended" I laugh at my own stupid decision and I look at her "and I believe, there must be a good reason for that to happen to me too...... For instance, meeting you and the rest in Vernmore Campus. It's a blessing for me." She just smile at my words.

It's almost 10pm, the visitor hours end and we the visitors need to go home. Thank goodness she's already asleep, so I walk away and leave her. As I walk through my car, I see the moon bright the way for me and the cold wind blows softly. I see a  text from Tanya and Principal Cooper shows up

Tanya: "Where are you? you going back isit?"

"Yes yes.... Im on my way, Tanya" *sent

I open and read the next message

Principal Cooper: "Sorry y/n, I couldn't make it to the hospital today... Can I know how her condition? Hope it gets better"

"it's okay Ma'am, she's doing well.. Tomorrow the doctor give the permission for her to go home." *sent

I start to drive my way out from the Hospital and went straight to home. The first thing I know when I get home is, I'm going to open the refrigerator and find something to eat.

Tanya's House

30 minutes later, I was already in front of the front yard locking my way into the house. No sign of Tanya, I go straight to the kitchen searching  for simple food to eat. I opened the fridge and found nothing but a left over food that's getting bad. I take that food and help to throw away, open the freezer and found a frozen lasagna that need to be heat up. At last, I found a real food for me that is not getting bad, perhaps? "HAH, caught red handed y/n!!" I start to stun by hearing her voice from upstairs.

"Where were you?"

"Work-"

"No, where were you after work? Meeting someone?" I can see her smirk face from my left side.

"No, just went back from the hospital"

"Why? Who were you seeing?"

"Kate Dawson."

"Wait?! Is she sick? Look who's being a good colleague and visit her... Didn't you hate her, y/n? Did you-"

"Tanya! Please... Just stop. I'm exhausted right now and I just came back from the Hospital. So can you please understand me"

"I didn't mean it. Sorry.... Let me just accompany you while you having your late night dinner.. I promise I won't open my mouth"

I giggle looking at her reaction "Tanya, I will answer all of your questions. Yes, she's fine. Second, I'm her colleague not to forget her assistant. Of course I visit her and about hating on that woman....... I dunno Tanya, I started to care about her. After I heard her life story from others." she wanted to say something but I cut her off "No more asking, Tanya" she pensively as I continue to focus with my food.

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IT LOOKS LIKE EVERYONE IS WORRIED ABOUT KATE DAWSON. ESPECIALLY SIR EDWIN... DID HE HAS A SECRET ADMIRER ON HER?

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"I DON'T THINK YOU DO. YOU DIDN'T HEAR HOW DESPICABLE HE WAS DURING THE END. WHAT HE SAID ABOUT YOU. he made it seem as if you and that stupid fucking mayor were about to run off into the sunset. IT MADE ME SICK AND SO.. HE PAID THE PRICE FOR IT. " because that was where he was at right now. people messed with her? they messed with them? they paid FOR IT. he didn't care who that upset.. at all. shrugging. they'd all sleep better at night with that vulture gone and he was quite confident of it. "you forget who it was that did the clean-up back then. i learned a thing or two. shame on him, really, to have taught me the ropes. THE SAME ONES I CAN NOW USE AGAINST HIM." that wasn't all that he had learned from that despicable son of a bitch, but.. well, the rest wasn't necessary right now. this side of him? it was. it absolutely was. "nice try," it was indeed one and he would have admired her care for this boy, if it wasn't getting in the way. "but i've already done that. AND YOU AND I BOTH KNOW HE'D NEVER SHARE HIS PLANS WITH SOMEONE NOT ON THE INSIDE. NO, IT'S THE KID THAT KNOWS SOMETHING AND I'LL FIND OUT WHAT." he shook his head, looking down at her lips once and twice again. the smile that had taken over his expression? it wasn't a sweet one or anything of the sort. if anything? it said a lot about who he was RIGHT now. "i'm afraid that this is not something that even you can stop. i'll get to him. eventually." but oh, right now? that stupid kid was not the one on his mind in the slightest. she was. "SHE LET WILL GO AS A SIGN OF GOOD FAITH. if she could do that? imagine what else she could do to get rid of pederson for good," moving forward, he placed a kiss against her collarbone, letting his lips linger there only for a split second. "I DO TRUST HER. revenge is usually a good motivator, as elaine and i both know." he let his hand press against her chest for a second more, to feel her heart beat, as he smirked, letting it fall down and wrapping it around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "what do you think? i'm not going to give away everything that easily. perhaps you need to move a little closer to find out.. doctor?" he didn't wait to kiss her. in fact, he moved right back in, lips crashing against her own. he tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her to his chest, so there was no distance between them at all. wasn't this how it was meant to be? YES. YES, IT WAS. there was nothing sweet about the way that he didn't pull away until he had to breath and even then, it wasn't for long. the kiss made his head spin and yet, he did not pull away. THIS FELT DESPERATE AND MESSY AND COMPLICATED IN SO MANY WAYS, BUT.. NOTHING COULD HAVE HIS HEART RACING LIKE THIS. NO ONE BUT HER. AND IN SO MANY WAYS? THIS WAS THEM. IMPERFECT, YES, BUT.. THEM. "i do trust you. i love you. so much. fucking madly, apparently. try as i might, i should have known that's never going away. this is us, when we're not listening to anyone else's bullshit and when we're just being.. us. MESSY, COMPLICATED, FUCKING INCREDIBLE ALL AT ONCE AND I WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY, BUT.." moving to crash his lips against her own again. "you know as well as i do that i can't come home yet. i have to stay with her. until... i see this through. we're nearly there. so close to being free of him, as we always wanted, and.. i can't back down. not until you're safe again." and elaine had the means to help him do that, didn't she? @xtinyslip

"I'M WELL AWARE OF WHAT CORY WAS." cecilia was also confident that she would have known how to use him, if she hadn't been then she wouldn't have went forward with the plan to begin with. "i hear from gideon and his little friend that you shot him. a signature pederson move, hm? smart thinking." if she could have done this without killing her uncle, then the truth was that she would have but no… she couldn't say she was all that sad that it had happened either. that's not what she was angry about. "perhaps that's who you should look into next? it would appear that my father has taken someone under his wing. funding his medical training, put quite the effort in. i'm sure he did that with expectations in return." was she trying to shift his attention from gideon? yes, because she didn't like where that was heading or how it was sounding. there was absolute no need to involve gideon yet. "when have i ever been known to take the easy option?" cecilia wasn't inputting as much as she was capable of when it came to the topic of gideon right now. despite how fucking furious she was with him and how he was approaching it, she knew that snapping back was only adding gasoline to the fire. no, she was going to have a strong think about how to handle this and she couldn't do it now. especially not with the moment they were literally making. for someone who didn't like to be backed against the wall, she had never felt so eager to be in that position before. she could feel the material of his shirt between her fingers, she could smell him, she could practically taste and feel his breath on her skin. right now he was consuming her every thought and sense. "you want to believe you do and i understand but you don't. who doesn't want revenge on my father, hm? that is not reason enough for us to put this type of trust in someone." perhaps, this all came down to the fact that she was jealous that parker was spending his time with elaine and not her. it could be that, she wouldn't put it passed her for that to be the reason. however, she didn't like it. she didn't like how much this woman apparently knew. his touch only made her heart beat fire into a frenzy, biting down on her bottom lip as she kept her eyes focused on him. she couldn't have pulled them away from him if she tried. "is yours not? i'm a qualified doctor, you know? i could do something about that." smirking, her words barely a whisper but that was because this felt like their bubble. a bubble they could create anywhere but she hadn't felt like they'd been in it for a while. she had no intention of breaking free from it any time soon. the kiss was everything it should have been and more. desperate, messy and passionate. it wasn't enough to say how she was feeling through it, she wanted to show it as well. it was everything because he was everything. when he wrapped his arm around her waist, she urged the closeness between them, pressing so tightly against him that there was no space left between them. even when she was back against the wall again. hands moving from where they'd been wrapped up in his shirt, to wrap around his shoulders so she could pull him in. "say it again." that he trusted her, she needed to hear him say it at least once more. slightly breathless from the kiss but that wasn't going to stop her, she never wanted to stop again. "you know what my stomach can handle and it will. hm? you don't need her help when you have me. we can do it together." @fcdcdmcmories

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Dottore x Male!Reader

Author's note: I should be doing a project about Paradise Lost, but I had an idea for a Dottore fanfic and can't let it go away. I can't believe he didn't only get one gnosis but TWO, like- he's the best. I don't want to offend Scaramouche, but boy... he didn't do shit and that's so sad smh. Dottore, instead, cleaned after your mess and got both the gnosis you lost and the dendro gnosis.

Summary: This takes place after Dottore "leaves" for the first time, Y/n is aware of his doings, and once Dayha and Aether discover this, they're eager to go take everything out of Y/n. What they don't know, is that they're not the only ones to be aware of Y/n.

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Seeing Dottore go after such a long time would never be a pleasant sight for Y/n. Maybe there was drug in one of the coffees Dottore had with him, but he didn't want the doctor to go away, though meybe it was for the better. As one of the consultants of the port, the Fatui had contact with him from a long time ago, and he was aware of some of their concerns in Sumeru. What Y/n realized not so long ago, while he and Dottore were talking, is that he wasn't really a stranger.

'I must know what are your concerns in Sumeru before letting you deposit any belongings here.' Said Y/n while both of them were walking around Port Ormos, searching for a cafe to sit and talk for a while.

'I think you might already know, Y/n. A Fatui's work is business. I don't want anything else.'

'You may be a doctor, but, even if I don't look like one, I'm a scholar too. As one, I'm not stupid. Fatui's business never bring any good. News say Liyue suffered an attack from the Fatui not so long ago. I will need more information if you want this to go right over my head and not inform the city of your arrive, as I would do usually.'

'A prudent boy... I am no terrorist, not like the child in Liyue. We were all kind of... disappointed with him and his actions. But I am nothing like him, Y/n, I am a civilised man, willing to give something to get something in exchange. I will throw myself to the pool, perhaps you want money?'

'Perhaps not. I don't need money, and it would mean nothing in exchange for Sumeru's safety.'

'I'm afraid that's not one of your concerns, right?'

'You guess right. I just want to share a cup of coffee or tea, and talk. Once I get to know you and you get to know me, I will know if I should let any of your equipment in.'

Both of them went into a cafe, and instead of being greeted of greeting anyone, they went without asking right into one of the private rooms, where a waiter recived them and took their orders.

There, they talked for a while. To both of their surprise, they had more in common than anyone would suspect. Apart from some ideas, from some ways of thinking, they were from the same village. Little more they needed to say. Y/n let Dottore's equipment in, and a nice friendship begun.

That's what happened around a month ago. They met at least six times a week in the same spot, only to talk about memories. Y/n should have been worried about being close to a Fatui, but there was no way Dottore could hurt him, right? They were friends, more than that, not even once Dottore let the Fatui subordinates to interrupt them, they were ordered to take care that no one interrupted them. There was even a rumor that Y/n and Dottore had already met before. There were two lines of thinking between the Fatui regarding Y/n and Dottore: Some thought Dottore was gaining his trust to use him later on, some other said his interest was genuine. But none of them suspected anything beyond that.

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Coming to the departure of Dottore, Y/n saw it from afar with a sad look on his face. He didn't know what could happen, if he would be back, and if he had done the right thing leting him in in the first place... But there he was, sitting at the ship go away. When he stood up he didn't have any time to leave before Dayha and Aether stopped him.

'You seem to know The Doctor, am I right?' Said the woman, with her hand at Y/n's neck.

'What about it? He left.'

'We need to know what's he about.'

'What do you mean?'

'The Fatui are enver up to any good...'

'Yeah!' Claimed Paimon. 'That weirdo never does anything good! Paimon's sure he'll be back'

'Why would I know?'

'We know you've been talking with him time and time again. Now, speak before I change my mind and go for the hard way instead.'

'I can't say a thing, I know nothing.'

'There's no way you have been talking with him for hours and know nothing'

'Paimon thinks the same! That's suspicious... Talk before we beat you up!'

'I am no fighter, please, believe me, I can't say anything'

Dahya got her claymore in hand, ready to swing it at the helpless man that didn't want to know where he got into. He tried to walk back, rather falling into the ground that to be about to be beaten up. But she stopped right before she hit him.

'I knew you would show up.' Beside Y/n was Dottore, with the calm that characterized him. 'Tell us what you will do, or he get's it.'

'It would be reckless of me to tell you what I plan on doing. You should already know, I'm nothing more than a scholar, a researcher with an experiment.'

'I should have no mercy with you...'

'You are just a big mean guy!'

'That's hurtful... You, traveller, should tell your little companion to speak less, bad things can happen.'

'Paimon is not...!'

'Shut up.' Dottore got closer to them. 'As nº 2 of the Fatui, I have a work to do, business; and as a scholar, I have a hypothesis to verify and an experiment to finish. Be so kind and leave, or I'll have to take measures.'

'You don't intimidate us, Dottore. By your own you're useless.'

'Useless...?' Dottore seemed annoyed, a never good sight.

'You only came for your little price, you used him, because you knew we would come to him to get information about you. You can have a like in him, but there's no way you really care about him.' Dahya looked at Y/n. 'A Harbinger would never feel anything positive towards anyone, even less towards a merchant like any other.'

'I know what you want to do, Dahya. You won't get it.' Dottore let in sight a small ball, a strange smell flourishing from it. 'It has been running from some minutes now, it should be doing effect by now, right?'

Dahya tried to stay up, but wasn't able to hold her weapon or stand anymore. The traveler took his weapon out and swinged it at Dottore, trying to get him, he too fell right before the Fatui.

'Useless fucks...' Muttered him, crouching to get a better view of his victims. 'How dare them mess with what's mine...'

But Y/n was not asleep, he was still there, watching horrified how some strangers were unconscious, all because the Fatui that treated him kindly. Dottore looked at Y/n with no expresion, and all that came out was a light smile before he stood up again.

'They will be away for a while now. You didn't fall for it because you were exposed to little doses as we met.'

'Did they say the truth?'

'About what?'

'About you just using me.' Dottore said nothing. 'So it's true.'

'You think so? That all the time I spent with you was... nothing? You learned nothing. If I didn't care about us I'd have never spent time with you in the first place. I sacrificed my time and when someone comes talking otherwise you chose to believe them. You hurt me...'

'I'm sorry, I-'

'No talking will take you out of this. You belittled me... I expected more of you.'

'I just want to know the truth. Was there any point on meeting me, in hanging out with me so frequently, if you're going to ignore me from now on? I might be only entertainment, but that would be something. If your plan was that they came to me so you can get them, tell so. I think I already know the answer.'

'Then say it.'

'I want to hear it from you.'

'You entertain me, yes. Want anything else?'

'Say again what you said to them?'

'What are you talking about.'

'I will leave if you don't say it.'

'I have my ways of stopping you.'

'But why would you, what do you want from me so much that you rather not letting me go than killing me. You can keep me shut that way too.'

'But I won't, and rather than confront me about me, you should be grateful.'

'I may then say what you said:' Dottore didn't interrupt him. 'you said you own me.'

'And what so if I did? You have no say in that.'

'So you meant it, you consider me of you possession and I'm cherished as such.'

'Better as a possession than nothing at all, right?'

'I don't question it, but...'

'Don't "but". I'll leave now, I have better things to do.' Dottore got ready to leave. 'I won't save you again, I recommend you leave now.'

Before explaining further, Dottore left, leaving Y/n confused on the ground. At the traveller's hand twitching, Y/n got up and left. What now? Surely Dottore wouldn't come back in a while, right?

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When the sages died, Y/n was aware this was Dottore's doing. Y/n had been hiding for a while, being nowhere to be found and escaping from everyone's sight. Now his plan was over, it must be, he should be able to stop hiding. He had no time to think about it when he was found by a group of Fatuis. It was not the first time Y/n saw a group of Fatuis, but it was the first time since he started hiding, since he knew nothing of Dottore. Maybe they were there to kill him, to take him away.

'The 2nd Harbinger, Dottore, wants to see you.'

'For what?' They didn't answer. 'I will keep going...'

'He ordered that if you don't come willingly, we make you.'

'He's willing to let you hurt me? His plan surely went wrong.'

'We won't, but we have our means.'

'I will go, there's nothing else for me right now.'

Y/n accompanied them, and stopped when, right in front of the ship Dottore came in, he saw him waiting patiently. He was happy, way to happy to anyone's good: ruining that happiness would be dangerous, and so Y/n didn't, he came into the ship without questions. Dottore let Y/n in, in front of him.

'I see you were not hurt, that's great.'

'Was all you wanted to kill the sages?'

'The sages! No, that was not my fault, it was the traveller and the archon's doing, no, I just wanted some... pieces. And the experiment is over, and as I said before...' The ship took off, taking Y/n with them. 'I just have to take the remainings.'

'I have no say in this, right?'

'You get it now! The Fatui will have their trophy, and I will have mine: you.'

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Hi!!! Tbh this is my favourite fanfic until now, I love that yandereish side and I'm very proud of how it turned out. Yesterday I dreamed about him and I'm still left with some need of Dottore. I'm all in for mad scientists <3