#she gets separated from her mentor and someone immediately tries to kill her. shes gonna be fucking Glued to him; illusion or not

[smallest-turtle]

DND is fun I get to plan to roll a die to see if a child starts crying or not

[blindedbythedarkness]

Josh,

Sometimes it's really fucking difficult to not believe that the universe is personally biased against me. And I know that's kind of rich coming from the one of us that didn't get driven to suicide. But I just, I know you of all people would understand. I wish I had you to really talk to right now.

I'm gonna ramble because I just need someone to listen. But where to fucking start? Life right now is just spinning plates. On one day this week I found out a critical hospital referral I was relying on had never been made; I was rejected by yet another landlord for a house next year that I'd really been betting on; my supervisor met with and bullied me for a solid two hours and my one social event of the week got cancelled. So, that's about when it all started to get too much.

The doctor I've been seeing has been incompetent from the start and made so much work for me in the 6 months I've been in her care. Despite diagnosing my Potentially Life Threatening connective tissue disease, she never even named it in our appointments, leaving me to discover the true horrors of my body through playing detective with my blood results. Long story short, to be confident that I can go on a treatment for it without bleeding out, I need to see a geneticist. But despite agreeing that I should see one, she's refusing to refer me to one directly. Instead, she's referring me to a pain rehab clinic at a separate hospital and saying they can internally refer me to genetics. The wait on the pain rehab clinic? At least two years. Plus, of course none of this information was forthcoming and required weeks of emailing back and forth. So now I'm angry, anxious and stressed about my health. I want to make a formal complaint but I don't know when I'll find the time.

That wasn't even the worst thing, though. The worst thing was uni reminding me just one last time that it truly doesn't give a shit about its students and why I hate it to its very core. The final piece of work I have left to hand in is a research project that I've been working on all year. However, my supervisor is an utter cunt, and I don't say that lightly. He's incredibly narcissistic and rude for a start. For a presentation I had to do, he forced me to use his own slides without ever looking at mine. He once ended an online meeting because I misspoke when explaining a figure, telling me to call him back when I knew what I was on about because he "never forgets what he sees and doesn't want his brain soiled with incorrect information." Given he never remembers what we've spoken about from one meeting to the next, I call bullshit. Oh and this week? He asked me to explain a figure to him and when he said he didn't understand I asked him if he was looking at my screen share. He said no. I just despair!

To make matters worse, he's never fucking happy with me. He's made me start my work from scratch 3 times now and had a different problem each time. We're rapidly approaching the deadline now, so to get all the work done for the 3rd time I've been working 9am-5pm 6 days a week. Not that he cares. The results don't fit his hypothesis, so I must simply be incompetent. He even once had the audacity to suggest that I "didn't want to do the work" while looking through a 70 page document of my results, because I couldn't explain the findings of a figure I'd made a month ago off the top of my head.

In this weeks meeting, he again gave me an extortionate list of new tasks to do, while berating me at every turn. With a month left submit my thesis and my write up not started, I tried to explain to him that I wouldn't have time to complete the list. He just shrugged and said, "Well I think you should do it." And yes, this man is aware that I have been struggling physically and mentally recently.

I didn't know what else to do to make him listen, so I contacted the course supervisor (who I'd already briefly made aware of my issues with him). She told me to "quit" and "just get on with writing my thesis"... until four hours later after she had spoken to my supervisor and completely changed her mind. She video called me to tell me to do the work and I just broke down. I don't make a habit of ugly sobbing in front of people I've only ever met twice over Microsoft Teams, but this was a particularly bad day.

"Trying to do this work is going to destroy my physical and mental health."

"I can't do this anymore."

"He never listens to me."

"I've been working 6 days a week and it's killing me."

She didn't care. She told me that since my supervisor is an experienced professional, he must know how much he's asking of me and since he insists it's quick and easy stuff, it must be. This man has never done this analysis himself. He doesn't even know how; half the stuff one of his lab workers taught me and the rest I taught myself.

"Chill out" and "calm down" she told me, "do the work and if you have any problems ask John (the lab worker)"

By the time I pressed the leave button, I could barely breathe, let alone talk. I was just choking and sobbing and had snot pouring down my face. I was just so tired. So stressed. So... ignored. I didn't know where I would find the hours in the day, but I started by cancelling the trip to see my parents this weekend. To them I am not a student, and a student with health problems at that. I am simply a machine to use for free research.

I just wanted the stress to give me a break. I just wanted a break. I was genuinely afraid that my heart was going to stop from the stress alone. I didn't know where else to turn. The counseling service put me on a waiting list. My tutor told me to "just keep trying my best". My mentor told me to talk to my course supervisor. My course supervisor told me to work. A was busy revising for an exam the next day and I didn't want to bother him. So, I turned to my unhealthy coping mechanisms instead.

I didn't mean to do it as badly as I did. I just wanted to scratch my skin enough to feel it burn and give me something else to feel instead of the huge mass in my chest. But the scissors were sharper than I thought and when I looked down there were four long cuts that had gone through the skin and fat. I knew immediately I'd fucked up. There was no way those edges were coming together on their own. Honestly, I was just mad I'd given myself something else to do. So, I covered them with gauze and tape and kept on working. Because I needed to work. I needed to get it done. I would deal with going to the hospital later but I couldn't lose these working hours.

Once the blood was dripping from the gauze I finally, begrudgingly, went to the hospital. Honestly? They were surprisingly nice. They were understanding and they listened. I was so worried that they'd think I was some cringy emo kid looking for attention. I honestly felt like a total knob going there, but I didn't have a choice. I never felt judged or like they thought I was wasting their time or that it was all my fault. Of course, I know that it was my fault and I felt like a fool. But I also don't blame myself for becoming so desperate. At one point a doctor came in with a medical student who was visibly shy and embarrassed when examining me. I told her I had a place at medical school, so not to worry as I'd be in her place soon. And again, I was shocked because they didn't once tell me not to go. I thought they were going to say "if you can't cope right now, starting medical school isn't for you!" But they never said anything like that. Instead they were shocked I'd gotten in to such a good uni and seemed incredibly genuine when they wished me well.

Oh, and the wounds? Thankfully I didn't need stitches so I got them pulled together again with steri-strips. And in case you didn't believe me that I didn't intend them to be so bad, I nearly passed out three times after looking at them. So, I truly am a fucking idiot, Josh. Lesson learnt, I suppose. Though I'm still afraid what will happen next time I run out of options.

It's finally the end of the week now, but the universe still hasn't given me a break. My mum called earlier and told me my rabbit will be crossing the rainbow bridge tomorrow as he seems to have had a stroke. I mean, it's a small mercy that he's an old bunny and he's been unwell for a long time, so it's not a shock. But it's still so sad and I'll miss him so much. What really tops it all off is that I was going to see him this weekend until I had to cancel my trip home due to the workload.

Man, I just. Why does shit stuff seem to come so easily to me? It's difficult not to feel personally victimized when shit news after shit news lines up so well. I wish good things came as thick and fast. I hope to fuck my luck changes soon because honestly I'm terrified that it's taking years off my life.

Thanks for listening, Josh,

C

[overzne]

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔.

under  the  cut  are  21  different  plots  that  i  want  ,  all  separated  by  muse.  if  you  want  to  discuss  one  you  can  always  message  me  !!

WHITLEY  NAM  (  jennie  kim  fc  )

your  muse  and  whitley  tend  to  visit  the  same  place  often  but  she  always  ends  up  leaving  before  getting  the  opportunity  to  talk  to  them.  so  she  decides  to  leave  cute  sticky  notes  for  them  at  the  table  they  frequent  &.  maybe  your  muse  starts  to  write  back  ??  eventually  they  decide  to  meet  in  person  and  cue  the  cute  and  awkward  glances  and  the  “  wow  you’re  pretty  ”  compliments.  we  can  do  first  dates  ,  first  kisses  ,  them  talking  about  books  and  dreams.  please  just  give  this  to  me.

she’s  a  children’s  author  so  if  your  muse  by  chance  has  a  little  girl  /  sister  ,  maybe  they  could  like  her  books  so  much  that  she  drags  them  to  a  book  signing  where  they  can  meet  whitley  ??  she’d  adore  how  excited  the  girl  is  and  they  would  probably  hit  it  off.  meanwhile  your  muse  is  sitting  in  the  small  purple  chairs  filled  with  little  children  and  their  dolls  so  they  stand  out  ,  catching  her  attention.

HAN  CHANWOO (  park chanyeol fc  )

the  patient  /  nurse  plot.  your  muse  is  a  regular  --  which  is  weird  to  say  with  hospitals  --  who  always  ends  up  with  chanwoo.  at  first  he’s  always  upset  seeing  them  in  there  but  he  can’t  help  but  to  like  the  attention  ,  but  jeez  he’d  just  prefer  if  they  ask  for  his  number  instead  of  fake  dying  4  times  a  week.  so  he  asks  for  their  number  and  we  go  from  there.  (  if  anyone  out  there  had  a  tae  with  a  daughter  ,  please  give  this  back  to  me , xoxo  )

the  nurse  /  doctor  route.  he’s  been  with  one  before  but  that  fell  flat  so  he’s  been  dodging  dating  co - workers  to  save  himself  the  trouble.  however  ,  it  doesn’t  help  that  he’s  slowly  starting  to  fall  for  the  doctor  he’s  calling  his  best  friend.  imagine  chanwoo  staying  behind  at  work  late  hours  just  for  them  ,  buying  them  lunch  ,  blowing  up  their  phone  telling  them  to  stay  healthy  ,  the  sneaky  and  quick  pecks  on  the  lips.

BYUN DONGHYUK  (  kim  rowoon  fc  )

SUGAR BABY.  listen  ,  hear  me  out.  donghyuk has  no  idea  what  to  do  with  all  the  money  he’s  gotten  so  dummy  would  jokingly  sign  up  on  a  sugar  baby  website  and  see  how  may  requests  he  can  get  but --- wait  ,  i  know  this  person.  why  did  they  ask  me  to  be  their  sugar  daddy  ??  so  he  decides  to  meet  with  them  and  he’s  all  shy  and  timid  and  immediately  admits  that  he  has  no  clue  what  to  do  so  the  sugar  baby  shows  him  how  to  have  a  good  time  with  his  money.  it  can  turn  into  an  amazing  friendship  or  a  really  cute  relationship  but  i’m  here for  both.  like  imagine  them  taking  trips  and  the  matching  couple  outfits  but  they’re  just  friends  ??  iconic.

give  me  someone  who  is  blatantly  using  him  for  his  money.  like  the  best  friend  who  knows  that  donghyuk  would  be  willing  to  do  anything  for  them  so  they  take  advantage  and  start  making  his  pockets  hurt.  but  he’s  blinded  by  his  trust  for  them  to  even  notice.  imagine  the confrontation  ...  the  angst.  we  can  build  up  to  this  point.  shopping  trips  ,  the  subtle  usage  of  his  card,  etc.

i  want  the  plot  where  donghyuk  starts  to  hang  out  with  rich  assholes  who  influence  him  to  start  becoming  like  them.  maybe  it’s  someone  who  hung  out  with  the  rich  guys  before  he  came  around  but  they  saw  that  he  was  different  and  started  liking  him  ??  can  be  a  childhood  friend  who  warns  him  that  they’re  just  using  him  but  he  doesn’t  listen.  whatever  the  case  may  be  ,  they  start  to  notice  him  acting  different  which  can  lead  up  to  plenty  of  arguments  and  the  “it’s  me  or  them”  but  what  if  he  can’t  choose  ??  will  they  still  stay  ,  or  will  they  go.

PARK  YEEUN  (  yoo  shiah  fc  )

OLDER  WOMEN  !!!!!!!!!  give  me  the  plot  where  yeeun  is  secretly  helping  her  mother’s  worst  enemy  win  over  the  company.  give  me  the  late  night  meetups  in  hot  tubs  while  they  drink  champagne  and  talk  about  how  they’ll  drive  the  woman  out  once  and  for  all.  give  me  the  dirty  messages  being  sent  during  conferences  while  they  sit  across  from  each  other.  maybe  yeeun’s  being  used  and  this  can  lead  to  angst  ??  or  maybe  they  truly  do  love  each  other.

HWANG  YEBIN  (  son  naeun  fc  )

give  me  the  person  who  yebin  wants  to  change  for.  like  she’s  hellbent  on  making  their relationship  work  but  it  seems  like  god  isn’t  here  for  it.  every  time  she  really  tries  ,  things  turn  out  bad.  so  she  decides  to  breaks  things  off  before  she  hurts  them  because  everything  she  touches  goes  up  in  flames  and  that’s  the  last  thing  she  wants  for  them.  like  i  want  a  genuine  relationship  with  her  that  is  such  an  eye  opener  for  her.

the  best  friend  who  helps  yebin  do  dumb  shit.  like  picture  your  muse  being  the  lookout  while  she  slashes  someone  tires  or  throws  a  brick  through  her  ex’s  car  window.  they  probably  drink  wine  and  shit  talk  tv  shows  in  their  silk  pajamas  while  making  dating  websites  to  troll  single  men  OUHVWLMWECOWJEL.  +  bonus  :  one  day  they  end  up  sleeping  together  but  because  they  both  know  they’re  bad  at  relationships  it’s  just  for  fun  until  your  muse  goes  on  a  date  and  suddenly  they  see  yebin  standing  in  the  restaurant  window  with  the  glare  they’ve  seen  too  many  times  to  forget.

THIRD  CHAIYAPORN  (  win  metawin  fc  )

he’s  trying  his  best  and  your  muse  is  helping  him  do  that.  maybe  he  wants  to  get out  of  the  scamming  business  and  do  actual  work  but  ew ???  uniforms  ???  picture  them  helping  him  get  jobs  only  for  him  to  get  fired  on the  first  day  because  he  doesn’t  want  to  “ruin  his  beauty.”  your  muse  is  his  motivation  to  do  better  but  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  be  a  “normal”  person  since  he  grew  up  with  a  silver  spoon  in  his  mouth. think  of  the  surprise  dinners  he’d  make  after  learning  how  to  properly  cook.  him  giving  his  first  three  checks  from  his  most  stable  job  to  your  muse  to  show  appreciation. take  the  rich  boy  and  make  him  a  working  man !!!!!!

HOLLAND  CHOI  (  kim  yugyeom  fc  )

the  best  friend  who  can’t  believe  he’s  alive.  you  really  need  to  know  his  backstory  for  this  but  to  put  it  shortly  ,  holland  was  abducted  at  the  age of  8  and  his  case  ended  up  going  cold  after  the  police  assumed  he  died  in  the  fire  of  the  house  he  was  supposedly  trapped  in.  he  ended  up  finally  getting  free  at  the  age  of  20  and  returns  to  his  hometown.  imagine  he  goes  to  his  old  house  to  see  someone  standing  right  there  in  front  of  the  memorial  the  neighborhood  put  together  and  all  they  hear  is  “ i’m  finally  home ”  from  behind  them.  give  me  the  person  who’d  help  holland  adjust  to  life  again.  they  help  fight  off  bad  dreams  ,  they  reassure  him  of  things.  it’s  what  he  deserves.

the  first  relationship.  at  some  point  he  decides  to  try  out  this  whole  relationship  thing  because  he  feels  really  confident  in  himself  at  this  point  in  time.  like  it’d  be  adorable  until  they  try  to  hold  his  hand  and  he  freaks  out  a  bit  but  apologizes.  at  some  point  he’d  explain  his  situation  and  they  can  try  to  help  him  trust  better.  he’d  feel  bad  for  making  them  think  they’re  in  the  wrong  when  it  comes  to  certain  things  but  they’re  understanding  and  are  willing  to  take  things  as  slow  as  holland  wants.  like  i  just  want  the  adorable  shyness  of  him  getting  overdressed  for  a  date  ;  the  quick  peck  on  the  cheek  because  he  saw  them  sad  and  wanted  to  cheer  them  up.  i  just  want  a  slow  burn  tbh.

AUSTIN  BAE  (  kim  mingyu  fc  )

give  me  the  plot  where  he  ends  up  falling  for  his  first  male  co - star.  like  the  sex  was  amazing  and  all  but  it  was  the  little  kisses  and  tiny  care  during  it  that  made  him  go  “  yeah  i  want  this  guy.  ”  but  they  can  be  a  macho  pornstar  that  doesn’t  do  dating  so  he  settles  for  when  they  meet  on  set.  could  give  him  more  tips  on  sex  with  other  men  so  it  becomes  a  mentor  with  benefits  type  of  deal.  obviously  austin  is  gonna  catch  feelings  so  how  this  plays  out  is  all  up  to  you.

roommates.  PLEASE.  if  anybody  needs  dumbass  roommates  the  most  , it’s  austin.  like  i  want  gc  messages  where  they  just  all  fight  over  who  drunk  the  last  bit  of  orange  juice  in  the  fridge  and  someone  gets  kicked  out  the  chat  for  confessing  they  did  it.  i  want  the  game  nights  where  they  have  to  ban  uno  because  two  of  them  started  strangling  each  other  over  a  draw  4.  +  bonus :  two  of  them  start  dating  and  austin  starts  feeling  left  out  so  fuck  it  ! poly

JACKLYN  MOON  (  choi  yoona  fc  )

give  me  the  protector  plot  where  your  muse  was  hired  by  her  father  to  keep  her  safe  overseas  so  they  pretend  to  be  a  neighbor  and  befriend.  whether  she  knows  about  them  or  not  is  up  to  the  plot  but  imagine  her  not  knowing  her  dad  sent  someone  to  keep  an  eye  out  on  her  ??  they  could  end  up  becoming  good  friends  ,  they  always  end  up  having  dinner  at  the  other’s  place  ,  she  sends  them  memes  at  4  am  because  she’s  bored.  but  what  if  she  grows  romantic  feelings  so  they  have  to  confess  about  why  they’re  really  there.  +  bonus  :  they  end  up  sleeping  together  just  so  your  muse  can  go  “  so  i  work  for  your  dad  ...  round  2  ? ”

OR OR ORRRRR  ...  give  me  the  plot  where  she  does  know  that  they  work  for  her  dad.  she  starts  trying  to  dodge  them  from  following  her  but  fails.  they  plant  a  tracking  device  on  her  and  she’s  fuming  but  all  they  say  is  “it’s  your  dad’s  orders.”  at  some  point  she  drags  them  to  the  club  with  her  and  it’s  cute  until  they  get  into  a  fist  fight  with  someone  over  her  who  had  a  weapon  on  them.  she  scolds  them  for  nearly  getting  themselves  killed  but  all  they  say  “ i’d  rather  it  be  me  than  you”  and  she’s  mad  but  something  about  how  they  said  made  her  think  it  goes  beyond  their  job.  +  bonus  :  they  actually  had  feelings  for  one  another  before  she  was  shipped  off  so  they  took  the  job  to  watch  her  overseas  because  of  their  feelings.

KIM  EUNDONG  (  choi  yujin  fc  )

idk  if  y’all  watch  fatal  promise  on  kbs  but  god  if  you  have  ,  give  me  the  eundong  /  jihun  relationship  where  an  air - headed  rich  kid  who’s  trying  to  gain  their  father’s  attention  befriends  a  girl  who  is  trying  to  take  down  their  family  due  to  her  suspicions  that  they  killed  her  father.  like  imagine  them  growing  head  over  heels  for  her  but  she’s  strictly  keeping  it  cordial.  until  they  propose  to  get  married  so  she  ends  up  gaining  more  power  when  taking  down  her enemies. 

OH HAJOON  (  im  jaebeom  fc  )

the  ghost  writer  /  idol  relationship  ,  please  and  thank  you.  i  want  the  plot  where  hajoon  has  written  songs  for  a  certain  artist  /  group  since  their  debut  and  they  have  a  really  good  relationship  but  somehow  it  turns  romantic  ??  like  what  if  they  have  to  sing  a  confession  song  and  they  feel  like  hajoon  wrote  it  about  them  and  they  ask  who’s  it  about  and  hajoon’s  like  “ some  idiot  who’s  sitting  next  to  me ” so  now  there’s  late  night  recording  sessions  ending  up  with  making  out  in  the  recording  booth  and  subtle  hand  holding  when  no  one’s  looking.  it’s  all  fun  and  games  until  a  song  hajoon  writes  for  them  ends  up  becoming  a  single  when  he  never  allowed  it  to  be.  that  would  be  when  hajoon  leaves  the  company  and  becomes  a  lounge  singer  but  picture  your  muse  in  a  pr  relationship  stunt  and  they  go  out  one  night  just  to  see  hajoon  performing  and  whew  boy  ...  i  want  it.

HAN  JUNHYEOK  (  woo  dohwan  fc  )

i  want  the  hidden  relationship  between  the  important  person  in  the  company  and  their  assistant.  junhyeok  is  married  to  a  npc  but  obviously  that  was  for  show  since  they’re  both  just  trying  to  hide  their  fucked  up  ways.  meanwhile  his  assistant  starts  to  catch  his  eye  and  it’s  really  all  downhill  from  there  because  the  man  is  evil  and  will  somehow  fuck  up  their  life  but  he  doesn’t  want  to  do  that  ...  yet.  so  he  keeps  throwing  hints  that  he’s  interesting  but  it  isn’t  until  the  important  gala  event  that  they  notice  it  because  he’s  got  them  trapped  in  a  little  closet  with  a  hint  of  both  jealousy  and  lust  in  his  eyes.

SINCLAIR  KIM  (  lee  haechan  fc  )

i  want  the  best  friend  who  doesn’t  mind  going  on  this  adventure  with  sinclair  in  solving  his  mom’s  mystery.  like  i  want  the  goofy  duo  who  explores  abandon  super  markets  and  their  headquarters  is  a  raggedy  tree  house  in  sinclair’s  grandparent’s  backyard  that’s  so  close  to  falling  but  won’t.  i  want  them  hanging  out  on  a  playground  set  at  night  just  talking  about  anything.  give  me  the  bets  that  end  up  with  one  of  them  getting  injured  but  they  still  decide  to  do  them  ,  them  hanging  out  in  libraries  late  at  night  as  they  do  research  or  just  them  riding  a  bike  around  town  and  feeling  free.  +  bonus  :  they  both  end  up  getting  into  a  really  dangerous  situation  that  has  your  muse  hurt  to  the  point  where  he  realized  they’re  really  all  he  wants  in  his  life.

[harveywritings92]

Jaime Reyes with a Symbiote Host S/O Fic/HC

When he first meets Y/n Jaime like everyone else on the team, immediately assumes she's sick, she was sweaty,pale, breathing pretty hard and looked like she hadn't slept in days and could pass out at any second! 

Jaime keeps his distance at first observing Y/n from afar, bemused she didn't seem dangerous just scared and lonely.

Is very concerned and when Her {mentor} set some ground rules and precautions which included incendiary bombs. Epi-pens filled with a chemical labeled: phenethylamine and sonic emitters scattered through out the base.

in case of a "loss of control" situation were to occur much to Nightwing's churning, he was highly against having Y/n on the team at first because of her ...situation. But, her mentor and league assured him she was safe, so long as she takes her shots and has some chocolate.

He also noticed her odd dietary habits on chocolate pudding,fishsticks and Dr pepper! (sorry if you don't like DP.) which grosses everyone out! 

But gives Jaime a mini Heart-attack, Because he legit thought Y/n was pregnant along with Super-boy who swore he heard something thumping around inside her body! 

The theory was quickly deflected by Nightwing who told them to wait when Y/n's ready to explain.

Bart was the first one who made the first move to talk to her, he saw Y/n sitting by herself eating M&Ms watching TV, the speedster sat down next to her and asked how she was settling .

Y/n seemed confused and looked around to see if he actually talking to her. which led to her awkwardly having a full conversation with Bart which Jaime joined in on after Bart coaxed him over.

Definitely notices Y/n's...ticks, the muttering and having conversations with herself, her doing odd things like clicking pens, wince at certain sound volumes and her mood swings.

the one night he caught her walking...no, shambling? towards the living room before sitting down and watching TV, he heard her say "You humans are weird..." in a low husky voice.

She woke up the next morning confused how she got there, everyone brushed it off assuming she sleepwalking except for Jaime being bonded with the scarab has taught him to know when someone's being controlled. 

Was surprised when one day out of the blue Y/n snapped at someone to shut up during a briefing, everyone looked up at her surprised the h/c flushed a muttered an apology.

Jaime tried to focus on the meeting but soon found himself watching the pale girl, fidget and whisper. "Not now...Later I promise..." suddenly she turn look at him.

Jaime quickly looked towards Nightwing then heard her mumble. "He's not watching us..." The briefing was again interrupted by a someone aggressively clicking their pen... Nightwing cleared his throat and the girl realized again everyone was looking at her. 

she blinked and looked down at her hand and realized it her who was doing clicking the pen, she shot Nightwing a look he nodded and Y/n apologized again, excusing herself from the meeting...

Goes after her to see if his suspicions are true, and if she was like him..Well he soon fond out that he was half right. But, Jaime nearly crapped himself when walked into the infirmary to find y/n jabbing an Epi-pen into her thigh and this goo monster head thing was protruding from her shoulder. 

"There...happy Thrasher?" huffed wiping sweat off her brow, the monster's maw stretched into a jack-o-lantern like grin. "More then you could ever know.." it's deep voice purred lightly headbutting her forehead. "Like Catnip to you isn't it?" she said tiredly disposing the needle, before noticing Jaime watching them from the door. 

They both scream alerting the rest of the team who rush to the infirmary to find Blue-Beetle and what they assume is Y/n suited up weapons out and staring each other down, after a tense few seconds M'gann broke the silence.

"A Klyntar?! You let a klyntar join the team?" she yelled at Nightwing in disgust after defusing the situation, the team pretty much had to start up another meeting so, Nightwing could explain who Y/n and Thrasher were.

Which Blue Beetle didn't attend as  the scarab explained to Jaime exactly what a klyntar was, it is parasitic alien that bonds to a host and in turn gives that host powers. Downside? it needs to feed on phenethylamine to stay stable and sane or it will forcibly takes control of the host's mind and go on a killing in order to feed. 

*Disturbed when he finds out where phenethylamine comes from human brains, wonders how the League has been getting it.

*Relieved when he finds out it’s also found in chocolate, caffeine and some species of fish which would explain Y/n's odd diet preferences, Starts keeping chocolate on hand in case she needs it.

*Not gonna lie Jaime has rough time focusing on missions sometimes because...Dios Mio that suit is tight! 

*Is actually jealous of Thrasher at first, while everyone else is put off or grossed out by their odd romantic-ish bond, Jaime actually finds himself comparing and competing with the symbiote for Y/n's affection.

*They put aside their differences, once. When Y/n is forcibly separated from Thrasher and the Scarab is temporarily inactive, causing Jaime and the Symbiote to bond...and oh, boy Jaime has a whole new respect for Y/n... How someone can handle holding back all that primal rage, intense urges and hunger. every single day...really put a new light on her.

*Y/n totally wouldn't mind seeing Jaime and Thrasher bonded again...god damn. She totally gets how he feels now... seeing her in the suit! they are hot!  

*Both the scarab and Thrasher tease their hosts over the obvious hormonal reaction that happens when to two are near each other.

*Y/n has lost control of Thrasher once, since being on the team. I wasn't her fault though she'd been kidnapped and starved to the point where she couldn't keep the symbiote docile anymore, it was terrifying and heartbreaking for Jaime as he was forced to use his sonic wave canon on them the scream that came from the bond pair still haunts him.

*Visits her while she's in recovery, hates that he can't touch her because reinforced glass cell Batman has her confined in.

*Ecstatic when she's fr...both of them are finally free to come home. 

*Has to deal with Bart constantly playing matchmaker with them, like setting up game or pizza night and backing out a the last second...they really should tell the speedster they've been dating for three months....

[musicprincess655]

“Nightwing, respond.”

“Nice to hear from you,” Ryou said, pressing his fingers to the comm. in his ear to respond to his mother. “I have some updates on the situation in Gotham, and there’s a few things for the company that you should really take a look at, and…”

“Ryou.”

That shut Ryou up fast. His mother never called them by their real names over comm. link, not even the hyper-secure link just for the family.

“I’ve called a meeting at Mount Justice,” his mother continued. “Bring your whole team. This will involve you too.”

“What happened?” Ryou asked. He was already running through scenarios in his head. A new villain plot? Something with terrorism, probably, something that would affect the whole country. It had to be something big enough to justify calling in both YJ and the Titans. They might decide on their own to work together, but they were rarely called together. The Titans weren’t League sanctioned, and using them too often could send the wrong message.

“I’m not repeating myself,” his mother told him. “Be there in an hour.”

That was ominous. But at the same time, Ryou felt like grinning. It had been a while since they’d had something big. Much as he didn’t miss being his mother’s sidekick for...many reasons, he’d been a little jealous when she’d taken off for Europe with Sanada. The al Ghuls were more fun than Gotham’s standard villain fare. At least they had style.

“Team, gather in the kitchen,” Ryou said into the comm. He heard various sound offs that he mostly ignored.

Tetsu and Sawamura were already there when Ryou walked in. Kuramochi zoomed by to sit on the counter.

“Late again,” Ryou teased, because he knew it would make Kuramochi pout at him. He was in such a good mood from the promise of a big mission that he gave Kuramochi a gentle, affectionate karate chop to the forehead.

“What’s the emergency?” Miyuki asked, hip checking Sawamura out of the way so he could steal one of the seats.

“Hang on, where’s...oh, Jun’s here.” Jun leaned back against the counter next to Tetsu and nodded at him. “Good. Everyone get in gear. We’re going to Mount Justice. Batman called a joint meeting.”

“We’re working with Young Justice? Officially?” Kuramochi asked.

“Is there something big coming?” Sawamura asked. “Oh, I bet it’s aliens this time! No offense, Tetsu-san!”

“Aliens would be a nice break from our normal villains,” Tetsu agreed.

“I just hope these ones fight on the ground,” Jun said, though he looked just as pleased as Sawamura and Tetsu. “I haven’t had a good elephant fight in forever.”

Only Kuramochi and Miyuki looked a little more reserved. They both gave Ryou searching looks that saw too much.

“Is this about Batman not checking in with you?” Kuramochi asked quietly. Ryou hadn’t deliberately kept that from his whole team. It was just that Kuramochi and Miyuki were the only ones who’d known him long enough to notice he was worried. If he didn’t trust them implicitly, he’d already be planning their deaths for getting too close.

“She didn’t say,” Ryou said. “She doesn’t want to repeat herself.”

Kuramochi and Miyuki both looked concerned, but Miyuki hid it better.

“Let’s go!” Sawamura demanded. “I want to hang out with Young Justice before Batman gets there. I have to challenge Wolf Boy again!”

“For the last time, his name is Raven,” Jun said. “He can’t even turn into a wolf.”

“But he’s like a wolf,” Sawamura insisted, stupidly stubborn.

“If we’re going, let’s go,” Ryou said. “If you insist on challenging Raven again, make it fast. I don’t want to waste everyone’s time.”

“I’ll beat him quickly, Onii-san!” Sawamura promised. Ryou calmly ignored the nickname. It tended to confuse their enemies, and besides, it wasn’t like he could get Sawamura to stop.

At least he never called anyone by their real name in the field.

One quick zeta tube trip later, and Ryou could watch with amusement as Sawamura got in Okumura’s face. They were both heavy hitters, but in almost completely opposite ways, so it was always a toss up for how matches between them went.

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” Ryou turned away from his youngest teammate and focused on the speaker.

“Hello, Batgirl.” Wakana grinned at him. “Still openly defying your father to be here?”

“He’s accepted it,” Wakana said. “Well, he’s accepted that there’s nothing he can do about it. Oh shit!”

She ducked behind Ryou, which was a little hilarious because she was taller than him.

“Why are you hiding?” Ryou asked innocently. “It couldn’t possibly be because you see someone you’d rather not talk to?”

“Shut up, shut up, he’s gonna look,” Wakana hissed.

“You’re going to have to get over this thing with Kid Flash someday,” Ryou said, following her eyes to where Kuramochi was yelling at Sawamura to quiet down. “Just because you feel guilty for breaking his heart…”

“Shut up, I was a bitch, I’m allowed to not want to see him now,” Wakana said. “I just feel like apologizing until he goes away.”

“That couldn’t possibly be because you only dated him because I said my best friend was off limits to other Bats because it would be awkward.” Ryou was enjoying himself now, and he was mature enough to admit it wasn’t for mature reasons.

“Yes, I was an idiot and a bitch, let it go.” Wakana dodged into the shadows, just as skilled as anyone else in the Bat family, reappearing next to Haruno, startling the Martian.

Ryou turned to watch Tetsu and Jun strike up a conversation with Takako, Miyuki and Katsuko cackling as Sawamura sent Okumura flying, Seto taking over from Kuramochi to yell at the two to settle down while Kuramochi chatted with his cousin Bart. It seemed almost strange, how well the Titans mixed with YJ.

Under Sanada’s leadership, though, the two teams had worked more closely together than anyone had expected. Since the Justice League had almost completely removed oversight in response to the first generation of sidekicks getting sick of the restrictions and leaving, there was a lot more freedom for both teams to work together when they weren’t scalping missions from each other.

“If I could have your attention.” Despite how quietly she’d spoken, Batman immediately commanded the room. Within minutes, everyone was circled around her, waiting quietly for her to speak.

Ryou looked behind her for Sanada. If they’d found something in Europe, surely he’d be standing behind their mother, ready to jump in with extra details she’d leave out because they weren’t relevant to the mission, shit-eating grin on his face.

Ryou couldn’t see him.

“I have bad news,” his mother continued. Ryou was probably the only one in the room who could tell there was strain in her voice. Was it really that bad? “Robin has died on a mission.”

The way she said it, so quietly, so devoid of emotion, froze the room. For a moment that balanced on a knife’s edge, no one moved.

And then chaos broke loose.

The Titans all stood as a rock in the storm of movement that was YJ at the news. Seto sat down hard, Okumura moved with him, Bart zipped around in frantic panic, and Jaime tried to grab him. Wakana started shouting, Takako raised her hands to her mouth, Haruno started crying. Katsuko sank to her knees.

Aqualad, Raven, Impulse, Blue Beetle. Batgirl, Zatanna, Miss Martian. Artemis.

“What happened?” Ryou asked. It felt like his voice was breaking something that couldn’t be fixed.

“Joker,” his mother said. It was all she had to say.

Ryou set his jaw. Joker had been a thorn in his family’s side for too long, but even Ryou had never actually believed he’d kill one of them. If nothing else, Joker seemed to have some obsession with playing with their family.

“Young Justice is on standby for now,” Batman said. “If you’re not staying in Mount Justice, you’re going with your mentors. Do I make myself clear?”

Ryou didn’t bother to listen to anyone’s response. He just followed his mother out of Mount Justice. She ignored him until they got away from everyone else. They’d easily escaped everyone’s notice.

“What really happened?” he asked.

“We can discuss this-”

“We can discuss it now.” Ryou almost expected to be scolded for his tone. Instead, his mother just sighed. Somehow, that was worse.

“He fell for a red herring,” she said. “And so did I. We got separated, I didn’t find him until it was too late.”

“Too late how?” Ryou was familiar with Joker’s sense of style.

“We’ll have an autopsy report soon,” his mother said. “I wanted to know if he was dead before or after the explosion.”

“Explosion?” Ryou shook his head. “Have Alfred send me a copy when it’s ready.”

His mother grabbed his arm as he turned to leave.

“Don’t read that report,” she said.

“Is that an order or a request?” For once, Ryou couldn’t even guess what her expression was under her cowl.

“A request,” she said finally. “I can’t really give you orders anymore, at least not that you’ll listen to. But it won’t make you happy. And you won’t be able to change anything.”

“That’s not the point,” Ryou said. “You know that’s not the point.”

“I know,” she agreed. “At least let us have a funeral before you do anything about it.”

“Is that permission?”

“It’s me acknowledging that while I could stop you, I don’t particularly want to. I just need you to know something.” To Ryou’s shock, after a quick look over his shoulder, she pushed her cowl up. Her eyes were worse than anything he could’ve imagined. “Revenge isn’t a substitute for grief.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said. You can’t take revenge and skip out on grieving. Mourn your brother with me before you go off avenging him.”

She pulled her cowl back down and disappeared. Ryou could have followed her, but she’d told him everything he needed to know.

Now all he needed was that autopsy report, to see how dead Joker was about to be.

[dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd]

The Raven and the Hawk, Part 7

Osiris x female Guardian | RavenHawk | with a side of RaspberryBitchface | drama & angst | adventure | SFW | a whole chapter without smut what even | the smut will return | but for now have some feels

Cresora’s new Fireteam board the Dreadnaught to look for the Queen of the Reef, but find much more than they were expecting

Author’s note: This chapter brings together all four of my OCs: Cresora, Piax, Mercy and Andara because Cresora needs the backup! As Andara’s origin story intersects with Osiris’s past we’re gonna deal with the fallout from THAT mess here, too. It’s not going to be long-winded or boring and you don’t need to have read Andara’s (unfinished) origin story, Before the Fall before you read this. Everything will be clear as you read along and the focus is still on RavenHawk.

RaspberryBitchface is the ship name for Andara x Shiro-4. 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

“Ah, home sweet home,” Mercy said, looking appreciatively around at the inside of the Dreadnaught. “I spent weeks disrupting Hive rituals here during the Taken War. Such a blast.”

Andara, bundled up in thick Vanguard robes shaded vivid purple, hefted a pulse rifle in her grip. “Ugh. Cold. I hate the Dreadnaught.”

It was cold, but that wasn’t what was making Cresora shiver. It had only been a matter of days since she’d nearly died here. After she threw Osiris out of Piax’s flat he left the City and she hadn’t heard from him since. It hurt, thinking about him. She tried not to.

Piax, Fireteam leader, turned to Cresora. “So. Where do we start?”

Cresora looked around the vast chasm of black and green Hive structures. From far off came the screaming of a Wizard and the lumbering thump-thump of an ogre. The Dreadnaught was the size of a planet. Where were they even going to begin? In her weakened state the Arc trace that she’d laid down to guide her to the Queen had vanished and she wasn’t game to try any more Thanatonautics by herself.

She pulled out the maps that Osiris had given her. “Before I got separated from my Ghost I was marking off sectors as I searched them. Here’s how far I got.”

The other women gathered around her.

“All right,” said Piax, pointing at a place on map. “We’ll start here and work in a clockwise direction, moving outwards. Happy to navigate?” she asked Cresora, who nodded.

They set off, and Cresora found herself walking alongside Andara, with Piax in front and Mercy bringing up the rear. The only sound was the occasional report of Mercy’s scout rifle as she took pot shots at wriggling Hive worms.

Mercy was the first one to get bored and strike up a conversation. “Hey, so our dear queenie. How do you know she’s on the Dreadnaught?”

Like Andara and Cresora, Mercy was Awoken. “I had a vision during the Red War that she was here. Osiris helped me uncover the rest of it.”

Behind her helm, Andara made an angry little sound. Cresora glanced at her. Curious.

The next seven hours was spent tramping from one room to the next through dark and dirty tunnels, clearing out Hive as they went. Mostly it was Thralls and Knights with the occasional Ogre and coven of Wizards to liven things up.

Late in the day they found themselves back in that vast cavern room, except this time it wasn’t empty. A Hunter was leaping from plinth to plinth, his cloak streaming out behind him and a conga line of screaming Thrall following his every move.

“Who is that?” Mercy said admiringly.

The Hunter suddenly turned, pulled a sniper from his back and aimed straight down the line of Thrall. There was a report like a lightning strike and they all disintegrated at once and fell into the abyss. The gunshot had briefly lit the Hunter, his cloak blazing yellow.

Andara cried out, “Shiro.”

The Hunter turned at the sound of his name, hailed the group, and then leapt lightly down to them. Andara ran and threw her arms around him and the Exo pressed his forehead against her helm. One of her hands traced his mouth plates, Void Light shimmering beneath her gloved fingers.

“What are they doing?” Cresora whispered to Piax. Whatever it was looked sweet and tender, and a pang of loss went through her, seeing Andara in the Hunter’s arms.

“Kissing,” the Titan murmured, and drew her away. “They haven’t seen each other in weeks.”

The pair exchanged quiet words together and then turned to the rest of them. Andara was practically bouncing on her toes, the happiest Cresora had ever seen her.

“Lady Guardians,” Shiro said, nodding to each of them in turn.

[Wow. He’s polite] Cresora’s Ghost said silently.

Isn’t he, she replied, liking him immediately. He wore brown leather gear over his lean Exo frame, and his cloak was a brilliant shade of canary yellow.

“Andara tells me you’re looking for the Queen of the Reef. I’ve been tasked with looking for something, too. Wanna team up?”

Piax laughed. “Are you kidding? Of course. But I guess you can’t tell us what you’re looking for?”

He hesitated, apologetic. “A set of runes, essentially. I wish I could tell you more. Orders from the Vanguard.”

They started walking and Mercy fell into step beside Shiro. “Thank the Traveler you’re here. This Fireteam was starting to get swamped with Warlocks.”

“Two. Two Warlocks, Mercy,” Andara said, holding up two fingers.

“Yeah, exactly. Swamped.”

When they stopped to make camp Cresora eyed Andara curiously, but waited for Shiro to peel himself away from her side. When he went with Mercy to do a quick patrol Cresora sat down next to her. “Do you know Osiris?”

Piax, who was flattening out her bedroll, started at the name and looked over at her friend. Andara seemed to choose her words carefully. “Not exactly. I had a run in with him a very long time ago.” She looked narrowly at Cresora. “You’re friendly with him, aren’t you?”

Friendly. Whatever they were to each other it wasn’t friendly right now. How happy she’d been when she’d woken up and found him sleeping by her bedside. He’d heard her, all the way in the Infinite Forest, and had found her. But to have seen what he saw and left the queen to her fate when he thought she was dead was too horrifying. “Not exactly. It’s complicated.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me.”

Cresora didn’t want to pry, but she knew so little about Osiris. “Can I ask what happened between the two of you?”

Andara grimaced, but started talking. “I was rezzed for the first time about a year ago, the same time as Piax, but unlike other Guardians I could remember my life before.”

“But that’s impossible.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m getting to that. I was a Dead Orbit scavenger back when the Walls were new and I died protecting Zavala’s then-girlfriend from a Concordat heavy with a shotgun. He was about to blast her Ghost to pieces during a riot and I stepped in front of the barrel. It was so fucking stupid. I don’t know what made me do it.”

Piax shook her head. “You were a Guardian then even if you didn’t know it. It’s what any of us would do.”

Cresora was confused by this, but waited for the Warlock to keep talking.

Andara looked angry and embarrassed. “Yeah. Maybe. But the point is that when that shotgun killed me I was actually a Ghostless Guardian but I didn’t know it. Hence why I could remember that death and my life as a scavenger when I was revived several hundred years later. Someone found my Ghost and woke her up.”

“How could you not know that you were a Guardian?”

“Osiris,” she muttered darkly. “It seems I really was a Dead Orbit scavenger in my first life and when I was rezzed on Mercury for the first time, really for the first time, me and my Ghost walked into one of his weird experiments while trying to find our way to the Last City.” She glanced at her Ghost which was hovering next to her. “It did something to her. She can’t speak, and I don’t even know her name.”

There was such a look of sadness on Andara’s face. Not being able to hear your Ghost? That was a terrible thing. Cresora’s Ghost had been her only true friend on many lonely missions.

Andara’s Ghost did a sad little swoop and booped her on the nose, making the purple-haired Warlock smile wanly. “My memories are very confused. I remember being in a jumpship with Osiris. Him asking my name and all these other questions and me being unable to answer. In the end he dropped me off at the Last City outside Dead Orbit headquarters. Because of my gear.”

“He just left you with Dead Orbit?”

The Warlock nodded. “Yeah. Real nice, huh? And then with what happened to poor Lyssa, I just, ugh. Osiris is like my least favourite person. Lyssa was Zavala’s girlfriend,” she added, seeing Cresora’s frown.

“What happened to her?” Cresora asked. Then she glanced at Piax, remembering that the Titan seemed to be involved with the commander now. “Oh—sorry. Rude question.”

Piax shook her head. “It’s all right. Osiris was her mentor. After she and Zavala broke up she died on Mercury looking for him, like Saint. No letters, though. Just gone.”

“She was really nice to me,” Andara said quietly. 

Shiro and Mercy had come back and had heard the last part of their conversation. Mercy whistled through her teeth, long and low. “That man sure leaves a lot of messes in his wake.”

Cresora lay down on her pallet, feeling worse for having heard all this. She remembered what he’d said to her when he was trying to convince her that she should let him help her.

I’ve made a lot of people angry with me over the cycles and I can honestly say not once has it bothered me.

[Maybe it should have] her Ghost said, hovering above her.

Yeah. No kidding.

They were walking through some dungeons the next day when a Vex portal opened in a blaze of silver light.

Shiro, the only one who hadn’t seen the Vex portal open in the Tower, was the most alarmed. “Vex! Vex on the Dreadnaught.”

Cresora sighed. “No. It’s Osiris.”

But it wasn’t just Osiris. As he stepped through the portal there was a large, struggling bundle heaved over one of his shoulders, and when saw Cresora he strode forward and threw it at her feet. The figure rolled in the dust and turned onto its back. It was Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef Awoken, bound and gagged and wriggling like an angry worm.

Mercy snickered. “Aw. Osiris brought you a present.”

Cresora looked up into Osiris’s hawk-like eyes. “What’s this?”

The others, sensing that this was a good time to make themselves scarce, drew away. Piax grabbed a fistful of Uldren’s shirt and dragged him with her.

Osiris pulled his bandana down. “I’m helping you get what you need. You can tell the prince what you know.”

“It’s a little late for that. You should have gone to him when you thought I was dead.”

His eyes were hard and angry. “I thought she’d killed you, her and her brother. I never liked their sneering, their politics. What they did to you—”

She interrupted him. “What they did to me was perfectly understandable. I was a spy. Of course they hated me. If you want to help with this, fine, but why did you have to bring Uldren?”

“Because he’s enjoying himself being Kell of House of Kings and if anyone should be suffering over this is should be the Queen’s own brother.”

Cresora cast her eyes at the ceiling. He’d kidnapped a Fallen Kell and dumped him at her feet like a sack of potatoes. “Traveler’s Light, Osiris. Kings is going to be so mad at you.”

“They can get in line behind the Vex, the Vanguard and you. And I only care what you think, little bird.”

Her face hardened. “Don’t call me that. I’ve been finding out more about your mistakes these last few days. It seems you’ve been making them for some time.”

Before he could ask what she meant Uldren, who’d been untied, strode forward. “I’ll make you pay for this, old man,” he seethed.

Osiris threw him a gun, and the prince caught it. “So good to see you again, Sov. Try not to die.”

Piax looked at Cresora expectantly, glancing meaningfully at the newcomers. They had been four and now they were seven. Cresora blew out her cheeks. “I guess we keep looking? Osiris and the Prince can do what they like.”

The Titan nodded. “All right. We should split up into two groups and—”

“We should stay together,” Osiris interrupted. “A Fireteam of six is the best size when facing the Hive. He doesn’t count,” he added, glaring at the prince.

“Piax is Fireteam leader, Osiris. If you want to stay then follow her orders.”

Osiris seemed to grit his teeth, his eyes flashing. “Piax,” he said, making an effort to sound polite, “if you’re concerned about doing this in the fastest possible time may I suggest we use my reflections? They can search and report back much faster than we can.”

As he spoke half a dozen gleaming reflections split off from his body, all identical copies. Piax looked around at them, bewildered, and then nodded. “Yeah, okay. Use the reflections. Send them to the most inaccessible parts of the ship first. We’ll keep searching these middle sectors.”

Shiro cleared his throat. “Osiris. I’m looking for a certain set of Hive runes. Can your reflections do two things at once?”

The Warlock gave him a long, curious look. “Of course. What are they?”

The Exo Hunter hesitated, clearly wondering whether to trust an outsider with details about his mission. He dug out a datapad and passed it to Osiris, who studied the screen and gave it back.

“Yes. They’ll search for those runes at the same time.”

Cresora thought she saw a gleam of interest in Osiris’s eyes and wondered if the runes meant anything to him. As they began walking Osiris drew up beside her, but she walked faster until she caught up to Piax.

“How’s Eris Morn?” the Awoken Prince asked Osiris in a nasty tone of voice. “I hear she’s not herself these days.”

Mercy put a boot on his backside and shoved. “That way. Your Highness.”

“Hunter solidarity,” Shiro said as he walked beside her.

“Word,” she muttered, bumping the fist he offered. Then she glanced at Osiris and sighed. “Another Warlock. Outnumbered again.”

Uldren quickly became the most tedious part of the search. As they marched from room to room he complained about the pointlessness of what they were doing. “What are we even looking for?”

“A sarcophagus of some kind. She’s being kept in something ritualistic.”

“What utter rubbish.”

Cresora rounded on him. “Don’t you want to find your sister?”

“She’s dead. She died in battle. If there were visions to be had of her, I would have been the one to have them.” He looked at her with loathing. “Not someone like you.”

Osiris conspicuously reloaded his weapon. “Sov—”

“It’s fine, just ignore him, we need to keep moving.”

Mercy stepped forward. “If he’s not interested in helping we could always leave him here.”

The prince sneered at her. “Mind your own business, Fallen Fucker.”

Cresora eyed Mercy’s House of Dusk cloak. So that’s why she wore it. Mercy spat back something in Eliksni that the prince clearly understood as he aimed his weapon at her. Andara and Shiro both sprang to Mercy’s defence.

Meanwhile Piax was trying to be heard over all the yelling as an ominous hissing and scraping sound filled the air. Finally she shot a blast of her auto rifle into the air and shouted, “Hive.”

Thralls were flooding into the room, followed by Knights wielding wickedly serrated swords. Osiris launched himself into the air, fire blazing around a sword that he’d summoned.

On the ground, Mercy and Shiro got to work with their Arc staffs, slicing through the Thralls, Piax sent a rocket launcher shell at an Ogre and Cresora and Andara took cover and sniped. Uldren had disappeared behind a low wall.

Andara looked up at Osiris as she was reloading. He was still zipping around the room hurling flaming swords at the Hive. “He’s a asshole but your boyfriend’s kind of…you know.”

Good. Impressive. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she muttered, looking up at Osiris. “And he knows he’s kind of you know.”

It took twenty minutes and a lot of ammunition to overcome the Hive. Finally, the seven of them gathered in the centre of the room.

“All right,” Piax said, staring round at everyone, hands gripping her rifle and breathing hard. “For the rest of the patrol we are all going to focus.” Her eyes landed on Uldren. “That includes you, Your Highness. And you do not speak to my Fireteam with anything but respect. Are we clear?”

Witnessing the Guardians at work seemed to have subdued Uldren, and he merely scowled and looked away.

Two hours later they set up camp for the night. As Andara pulled off her helm Osiris glanced at her face. And then looked again.

Andara noticed. “You remember me, then.”

That seemed to startle Osiris. “You remember me. How is it that possible? When were you resurrected?”

But Andara turned away, her shoulders tight.

Cresora picked up her gun, looked at Osiris and nodded at the door. Taking her meaning he followed her out of the room. They walked along a walkway, a sheer drop on both sides.

“You remember who she is?”

He nodded. “From a long time ago. When she was mortal she was a scavenger I found disoriented on Mercury. I took her back to the Last City.”

“She wasn’t a scavenger, she was a Guardian, newly risen. She wandered into one of your experiments by mistake.”

Osiris looked at her sharply. “I didn’t know there was a Ghost. I didn’t feel her Light. How did she—Where did her Ghost—?”

But Cresora didn’t want to answer his questions. She had a few of her own. “What were you doing out there on Mercury? Her Ghost has been silent ever since it was trapped in your experiment. She doesn’t even know it’s name.”

“I was studying.”

He look annoyed, and didn’t seem to want to answer. She could well guess why. It was the work he was doing then that upset the Speaker and the Vanguard and led to his expulsion from the City. He was probably tired of defending his actions from that time. But she didn’t much care. She needed to hear it from him. “Studying what?”

“The Light. The extent to which we determine ourselves or whether the Traveler decides everything for us.”

“Does that matter?”

“Of course it matters,” he snapped. “But I wasn’t able to find out the truth so I moved on to other things. I will never stop looking for answers to the questions I have. I can see the way you’re looking at me, Cresora, but it’s the truth whether you like it or not. That is my purpose.”

She shook her head. “I admire your purpose, but you’ve left a lot of casualties in your wake in your search for answers. Andara. Saint. Lyssa.”

If he was surprised she knew about Lyssa he kept it to himself. “That all happened a long time ago, when I was far more reckless.”

Maybe it was the truth. The Vex seemed to have swallowed up most of his energies in recent decades and he had been right about Panoptes. But being right about the Vex didn’t magically make everything else right. “You never went back and tried to fix any of your mistakes.”

Osiris glanced back toward the camp. “It was such a long time ago. I’m not even sure if there’s anything I can do for her.”

“You’re supposed to be clever. Figure it out.”

When she returned to the camp Andara was reading on her pallet. Osiris could talk to her or not, that was his decision, but there was something Cresora might be able to do for Andara in the meantime. If there was one thing Cresora was really good with, it was Ghosts.

She knelt down beside the other Warlock. “Because you’re Awoken, I might have a way to help you with your Ghost. Connect with her. Would you like to try something with me?”

Andara looked at her doubtfully. “I guess. What do I, uh…?”

Cresora sat down cross-legged in front of Andara and motioned her to do the same. When they were knee to knee she said, “Close your eyes and give me your hands.”

Andara did as she was asked and Cresora began speaking softly, of the singing of the stars beyond the Reef. Of the Light that is spread throughout the universe. The Light that lived within Andara. Within her Ghost. That connected them long before even Andara’s resurrection.

She watched Andara’s face as she talked on. “It’s within all Awoken, the ability to forge connections with our minds. You and your Ghost are already strongly linked. Reach out to her with your mind. Feel her presence, and listen.”

Andara’s face suddenly creased with tears and she sobbed, pulling her hands out of Cresora grasp and covering her eyes.

“What is it?

“I can hear her singing,” Andara whispered thickly and looked up at her Ghost, tears shining in her eyes. “I can hear you.”

The Ghost whirred and danced excitedly. Piax came forward and crouched down beside her friend.

“What is your name?” Andara asked the Ghost, reaching up to pluck her out of the air and cradling her in her hands.

“What does she say?” Piax whispered.

Andara paused, listening, one hand to her mouth. “It’s hard to make out, but I think she’s saying Ayla.”

Shiro came forward and put a hand on Andara’s shoulder, and she wrapped an arm around his leg and leaned against him while she listened to her Ghost in her mind, smiling, tears trickling down her face. It was the first time Cresora had seen the Warlock smile.

She stood up and saw Osiris watching her, his eyes unreadable. He took half a step closer, and then hesitated, a question in his eyes. Part of her wanted to go to him. Put her arms around him. Rest the weight of her worries on his chest and close her eyes. It felt so good to be held by him. But the things that he’d done and hadn’t tried to fix stopped her, and she turned quickly away.

An hour later, after the others had fallen asleep, Piax came over to talk to her, whispering softly. “I was in the Tower when Osiris brought you back from the Dreadnaught. He was distraught. When he thought it was too late he started chanting something. I forget what it’s called but Andara can tell you. Some Warlock thing. It was…very moving, what he was doing and the way he feels about you. I just thought you should know. For what it’s worth.”

Cresora glanced at Osiris’s broad, sleeping back and remembered the moments before her Ghost revival. The feel of warm, golden wings wrapping around her even through the bleak certainty of death. Easing her passage.

“He hurt the man you love,” Cresora pointed out.

Piax’s mouth twisted. “He did. But from what I understand Osiris has only ever cared about his work before. If people want to change or put things right we should let them.” She studied Cresora for a moment. “I mean, that’s what we’re doing here, isn’t it?”

“I have found the queen.”

Cresora sat bolt upright on her pallet, recognising the metallic hum of Osiris’ reflections. One was standing before its master, relaying its news.

“I have found also the runes that the Hunter seeks. They are on the Hive crystal containing the Queen.”

They’d only been asleep for four hours but everyone scrambled up and grabbed their weapons. Even Uldren seemed keen to get moving, as if at last he believed that the Queen really was being held prisoner somewhere nearby.

The reflection led them on a hour-long hike through the Dreadnaught, down and down through the tunnels and into the far reaches of the ship. Waves of Cursed Thralls attacked them, their detonations fierce and sudden. The Fireteam looked down into a ritual room with a great black crystal in the centre.

“She is there,” the reflection said, and disappeared with a snap.

Piax turned to Shiro. “Is this what you were expecting to find?”

The Exo looked carefully around at the room, and then nodded.

“Is it going to be dangerous down there?”

“Yeah. I think it is.”

Piax stationed Osiris and Andara at the top of the room and told them to use their ranged supers and scouts. She turned to Cresora. “Stormcaller? You go down with Mercy and Shiro and carve it up. Uldren and I will come in from the sides with our autos.”

Osiris shook his head. “I’m a Stormcaller as well. I’ll go down, Cresora can stay up here and sn—”

“Yes, Piax, I’m going,” Cresora interrupted him. As she passed by him she hissed, “Don’t argue. You’re more use as a Dawnblade anyway.”

He caught her arm. “Be careful down there.”

Cresora looked into his tense brown eyes, not knowing what to say. She heard the soft thumps of Mercy and Shiro landing down on the ritual floor, and jumped after them.

The Hive emerged as if from nowhere, hundreds of them. Flaming swords fell all around her, burning away the enemies that might have been in range of her Stormtrance. She lobbed grenades instead, and used her fusion rifle on the toughest Knights. Traveler’s Light Osiris, I’m fine.

Until she wasn’t. Thrall came screaming out of nowhere, claws raised. She was changing to her auto rifle when her eyes swept over the crystal, and saw her. The Queen. Trapped within the crystal, her eyes wide and staring and her hands pressed against the translucent sides. Not screaming. The screaming was only on the inside.

Then the Thrall were upon her, a hissing, scratching mass. She couldn’t get her gun up to fire. A hand circled her wrist and pulled her to safety, and when she looked up it wasn’t Osiris that she saw, but the Prince.

“She’s all right, I can feel it,” he said roughly, shooting the Thrall in bursts. “We’re going to get her out but you need to keep fighting.”

Running into the centre of the room, Cresora summoned her Light and unleashed a wave of Arc energy. It swept from one enemy to the next, disintegrating them within a blaze of lightning. When the storm ended, the Hive were gone.

There were two thumps, Andara and Osiris landing next to her. She watched as Uldren and Shiro stepped forward to the crystal, searching for a way to open it. Her hands were shaking on her gun.

“It’s different to how we saw it,” she whispered to Osiris.

“We saw what she felt.”

Mara Sov came out of the crystal pale and trembling slightly, but on her own two feet. She looked around at her rescuers, her eyes half-lidded and cold. “Osiris. It has been some time.” She gave him a calculating look, and said slowly. “You knew I was here. You were going to leave me here.” Her eyes slid to Cresora. “Because of her. Petty, though understandable. She is the raven, isn’t she?”

Cresora stared at her. The queen been aware of so much throughout her entrapment?

The Queen turned to Uldren. “House of Kings. You have been busy, brother. Take me there, and we shall see what you have done.”

And with that the Queen strode carefully but solemnly out of the room, steadying with every step, as if she was growing stronger. At the threshold Uldren paused and looked back at Cresora, his mouth twisted as if with words he wanted to say. Then his eyes fell away and he strode out after his sister.

Osiris sat beside the purple-haired Warlock in the jumpship. “Can I talk to you, Andara?”

She was watching the rings of Saturn recede, and turned quickly to Osiris when she heard his voice. Shiro drew a step closer to her, his optics chilly. She put a hand on his chest. 

After taking a long, measured look at Osiris, the Hunter drew away and went to sit with Mercy.

“It’s easy not to pay attention to things when you feel important. When you feel busy. I should have realised you were a Guardian.”

Andara said nothing. The antipathy was rolling off her in waves.

“When you wandered into my experiment—

“Got caught in. I got caught in your experiment.”

“When you got caught in my experiment all I saw was a confused Dead Orbit scavenger. I never saw your Ghost.”

“She was there.”

He nodded. “I believe you. Would it help you if you had some answers? About what I was doing and what I saw?”

The young woman thought for a moment. “I don’t know. Try me.”

“I was studying the nature of the Light, looking for the way it influences Guardians and what we become. What we are. I was using my own Light and Sagira’s, teasing it apart in what I thought was a controlled environment. Then I saw you and stopped the experiment. You were very confused and couldn’t remember who you were.”

Andara glanced at the pretty golden Ghost hovering by Osiris’s shoulder. “And you didn’t mind? He would do that to you?”

[Oh, all the time, back in the old days. He experimented on both of us. Lately it’s just been Vex, Vex, Vex.] Sagira almost sounded like she missed the experiments.

The Warlock turned to him. “You should have told me at the time what had happened to me. You should have told someone at Dead Orbit. I didn’t understand anything that was happening to me. I felt so afraid.”

“I should have. I’m sorry.”

“I suppose you went right back to your experiments as soon as you dumped me back on earth.”

“I did.”

“Jeez, no wonder they banished you. Zavala might be boring and uptight but at least he cares.” She hesitated, seeming interested despite herself. “What did you find out, anyway? In that experiment.”

“Very little of interest. I gave up and moved onto Thanatonautics which I found much more rewarding. I’m sorry it wasn’t even worth it in the end, what happened to you.”

She shrugged. “Even failed experiments have their uses.”

Osiris raised an amused eyebrow. “I’ve always thought so, too.”

Andara looked at him for a long moment. “I heard you uncovered some parts of the Thanatonaut’s Lullaby. I like those passages. They’re very beautiful.”

“Have you tried it yourself?”

She shook her head. “I considered it. When I was looking for answers.”

“If you would ever like to try Thanatonautics, just because you’re interested, I would be happy to help you.”

“Maybe.” She glanced over at the others and then back at him. “Cresora’s really nice, you know.”

Osiris glanced at Cresora. Her golden eyes flickered over him and then away, and his heart constricted. “I know.”

“Then don’t be an asshole.” And with a look that could melt metal the Warlock turned away, and Osiris supposed that was as close to I forgive you as he was going to get from Andara.

He found her at the railings, looking out over the Last City. Cresora looked up at him as the golden light burnished his face.

“How does it feel? Now that it’s over.”

She smiled out across the houses and streets, at the pink clouds skirting the setting sun. “Better than I thought it would. It’s over. I’m so happy it’s over.”

The relief knowing that the Queen was free had been quickly replaced by a sense of elation. She didn’t owe them anything anymore, and they could think of her what they liked. She never had to think of them again.

He nodded slowly, and then let out a long, heavy sigh. “Things are not good between us. I wish I knew how to make things right.”

She remembered what he said to her when she was distraught over Uldren and the Queen.

I’ve made a lot of people angry with me over the cycles and I can honestly say not once has it bothered me.

Are you admitting to having made mistakes?

Cresora, I’m saying that there a thousand things I would devote my time to before I thought even one less than admiring thought about you.

“I am grateful, Osiris. Thank you for helping me.”

“Always. I’ll always want to help you, if you need me.” He looked at her hard, as if trying to make her believe him through sheer force of his will.

She hesitated. “I feel like there was something you were going to show me, before, when we got the vision of the Queen, but there wasn’t time.”

He looked down at her, his hand very close to hers on the railings. “Yes, there was something very special. The most important thing to me. It’s…my home, in a way. My heart. My soul.”

Is that what her own void of blackness and stars would become to her, over time, if she returned enough times? Her home? “And you were going to show me?”

“I’ll show you now, if you like.”

Their bodies were in the Simulant Past but the rest of them were in Cresora’s dark visions. She flew in a long, glorious circle, revelling in the freedom, the happiness she felt now that this place was no longer occupied by pain and screaming. 

Osiris twined around her, his feathers skimming her own, and then he flew toward the horizon. She followed. The blackness seemed to go on and on, the gold light a mere line in the distance. Then suddenly they burst through as if into sunshine, and he was all around her.

She saw him. Properly saw him. There was nothing he could hide from her as everything here was him, bright and gold and vital. Every flaw. Every strength. Is this how it was for him, when he saw her, the raven against the velvet night?

They flew up and up together, circling slowly, feathers skimming each other, higher and higher until the Light raced through them. 

When she opened her eyes she found him already watching her. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “That world of Light and gold. But the void is beautiful too. You saw the darkness and all I felt about myself in that place and you didn’t say anything. You didn’t tell me how it could be wonderful.”

“I didn’t want to tell you. I wanted you to see for yourself.”

She pressed her mouth against his, and tasted gold, shimmering against the darkness of the void.

“Little bird,” he murmured, kissing her back. “Little bird. You understand now, don’t you, why I love you? How could I not, when I saw all that you were, standing out so bright against the stars.”

They walked back to his spire, hand in hand, and in the window that looked out across Mercury, she turned to him. “What were those runes that Shiro was searching for? The ones on the Queen’s sarcophagus.”

Osiris tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pulled her closer to him. “They’re a special set of summoning runes for a ritual. Powerful ones. The Vanguard must have discovered their importance and sent Shiro to look for them.”

“What do they mean?”

He considered this for a moment, seeming reluctant to answer. “I’m not a Hive expert. Eris may now better than I do.”

“But what do you think they mean?”

“That the Hive are gathering their strength under a new leader. That the Queen was going to be used as a host. And that Savathûn is coming.”

Thank you for reading! xx

[godshipsit]

deancas is peach-you

thanks to @bluestar86 for inspiring this title with this review of 12x12.

so, 12x12 was inspired by Tarantino’s “Reservoir Dogs” (and a tribute to Tarantino). If you haven’t watched the movie, you may give it a go (warning for torture, graphic violence scenes, every kind of slur etc.).

as some people have already pointed out, casually this movie is also full of homoerotic subtext, so much that it’s still used as an example and discussed. This post by @awed-frog explains it really clearly, while this one by @grey2010 tells us what characters in RD match our 12x12 characters.

(i found that post after i had already written this, so consider this meta like an in-depth follow-up to that)

//!! SPOILERS FOR RESERVOIR DOGS UNDER CUT !!//

Of course, 12x12 is not a carbon copy of Tarantino’s movie. Same goes for the characters. It’s hard to say who is who, but this I can say. Dean is Mr White (Larry like the bull) in this episode, while Cas is Mr Orange (Freddie).

If you haven’t watched the movie yet watch it and/or read this. (in any case, read that analysis, it’s fundamental to understand what im talking about).

THE WOUNDED ANGEL

Mr Orange:

;)

Mr White and Mr Orange seem to establish a deep mentor/student relationship in the few weeks they know each other, but… again read this and we can talk about that. :) 

After the diner scene, we cut to White bringing a wounded Orange to some sort of abandoned barn. “So Mr White is Mary!” you may say, but… no. As I said, characters from RD and 12x12 don’t overlap perfectly (it wouldn’t make any sense) and also the story is not the same (that would be plague, not a tribute and there would be no show after the end of this ep).

White tries to comfort Orange in any way, tells him he’s not going to die, at some point reveals him his true name (because Orange asked). The imagery is really, really suggestive. White also holds Orange in his arms, makes him laugh by whispering something in his ear (something we can’t hear), there’s a lot of touching. They’re clearly very close (even if they’ve known each other for only a few weeks). 

Anyway, let’s see some of the similarities.

Orange says that he’s not going to make it, White shuts him down. 

vs

the old-fashioned way .. as in, thanks to a doctor?? 

anyway, orange asks white to go to the hospital, because he doesn’t want to die (he’s willing to risk jail and keep the secret). problem is, white revealed his true name while trying to comfort him (at least that’s what he says), so he and the rest of the team are potentially compromised. this comes up when mr pink (that people identified with mary, but i think in some parts it can be identified with crowley) confronts him. 

now that white has broken the rules, and orange knows white’s true name, orange can’t be taken to the hospital. 

“White has essentially doomed Orange by sharing too much sensitive information with him.” 

(which reminded me a lot of cas being doomed ever since he laid a hand on dean in hell. funny, huh?) 

anyway, pink keeps saying they can’t risk the trip to the hospital, and at one point white loses it. 

MR PINK: WE AIN’T TAKING HIM TO A HOSPITAL. MR WHITE: IF WE DON’T, HE’S GONNA DIE.

kinda reminds of this exchange between crowley and dean (and sam) 

DEAN: NO. THERE’S A CURE. THERE’S ALWAYS A CURE, AND WE WILL FIND IT. CROWLEY: HOW? SAM: WE TRAP RAMIEL. DEAN: AND WE BEAT HIS ASS UNTIL HE GIVES IT UP.

of course crowley doesn’t want to take the risk, ramiel is too powerful. then, he this happens.

vs

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i’d also like to point this out

“(White) is on the verge of tears, but reins it back in. In his mind, he is Orange’s protector and he must not show any weakness, yet it is obvious that he is devastated by the other man’s injury.” 

reminds you of anyone? dean tries to put on a brave face all throughout 12x12, he even tries to lighten the situation despite how bad it is. when cas is on the point of dying tho, he’s about to break down. (jensen was amazing in this episode, like, a m a z i n g). 

(gifs are mine) (he looks like he’s going to be sick)

SUBTEXT INCEPTION 

back to RD, turns out that there’s a traitor in the group, and turns out that orange is a cop undercover. the audience becomes aware of this when white is NOT present. so white doesn’t know (yet). this is great, because the ending of this movie reminded me so much of 6x20 and s6 cas in general that i screeched. 

before that, other similarities. both white and orange have some problems with separating personal and professional life. 

“Like White, Freddy (Orange) has difficulty compartmentalizing. With this off-hand comment, we are made aware of his tendency to humanize the men he’s been sent in to bring down. He is the type of cop that gets in too deep when he goes undercover; he is at high risk of “going native”.”

do we know someone, maybe an angel, who ended up getting too close to the men he was sent to guide/control? i think i know one. 

(whether all these coincidences were casual or this movie was chosen exactly for this, it’s brilliant and im starstruck) 

other scene, orange and white discuss the heist and go over the plan, and everyone’s role in it. after that, white starts explaining how this stuff usually goes. he acts like a mentor to orange.

but here come the best part.

“Orange knows that the LAPD is waiting for the boss, Joe Cabot, to arrive before they move in from where they are waiting a few blocks away. When Cabot does finally make his entrance it is with accusations; he knows that Orange is the rat, the one that tipped off the LAPD to the heist. Orange is almost delirious with blood loss and pain, but he maintains his innocence.”

so, orange is the traitor. cabot, white’s old friend, is 100% sure of this (based on his instinct). STILL, white decides to defend orange. 

“White is aghast at Cabot’s claims. He refuses to believe the man he’s come to care so deeply for is a cop. He demands proof from Cabot, who replies: “with instinct, you don’t need proof.” White draws his weapon on Cabot, his old friend and business associate, and threatens: “Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. Repeat: you kill him, you die next.”

(which by the way is what the spn twitter account tweeted at one point, “if you stab this angel, you die next”) 

if this doesn’t scream dean not being able to believe that cas would betray them in s6, i dont know what else it could scream. (now, these are all nice coincidences, but they still make me want to yell into the void)

im not writing how the movie ends (spoiler: bad), but, dude. man. wow. 

THE DINER SCENE

i suggest you read this amazing analysis always by @grey2510 , which explains why mandy the waitress was great and a reference to the RD diner scene (which makes me believe that this episode was more RD meta than they want us to believe).

you can watch the RD opening scene here. 

mr white and mr orange are, of course, really close even there. as i’ve already said, in the short time they know each other they build some sort of mentor/student relationship on the surface. and what do mentors do? how about, looking for teachable moments? 

i mean, the only thing we have learned from the whole mandy / cas scene is that dean thinks cas is “devastatingly handsome” 

(this was embarassing)

by the way, the diner scene in 12x12 probably deserves an analysis on its own, since we go back to it from different perspectives. mary’s perspective, in particular, is really interesting, since we get this. 

NB. also the “virgins missing" part is a direct reference to the RD diner scene, where they discuss the meaning of the song “like a virgin”. 

ONE LAST THING

as i said, characters don’t match perfectly (duh) and while the set-up of the story is clearly inspired by RD, it develops and ends differently thank god (and the dynamics between the characters are different, of course).

one could say that mary is also the double agent (she’s secretly working for the BMOL), and i say that to many people mary’s arc is mirroring castiel’s s6 arc. which is interesting, since in RD we know that mr white has been fooled by an undercover cop before. 

(no wonder why there were so many references to 6x20 in this episode, a shitstorm is coming)

one cold say she’s mr white, but while she’s the one who immediately helps cas and brings him to the barn, as soon as dean arrives he takes on the role (and the diner scene establishes her as the mr pink of the situation).

one could say this was just a tribute to tarantino, and not in a meta way, but it was fun writing this, so… hope you enjoyed it.

(special thanks to @bluestar86 and @itisa-profoundbond-sarandom for dealing with my excited screeching)