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Part 20 - Divided Hearts

Pero Tovar and Female Reader (nicknamed Bee) Modern AU

Pero is suffering badly by what's happening, and doesn't seem to know what to do, which ultimately causes both of you to make the decision to lie to each other. (Multiple perspectives)

Creator chooses not to use Warnings! This is 18+ONLY! I’m happy to elaborate on what to expect from this part via DM.

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Pero could see him with his own eyes, but still, he couldn’t believe it. This man that he’d known since childhood, loved before he even knew what that meant, grieved for years after learning of his death, unable to reconcile his own failure at being a brother and a friend to the man, suddenly stood before him. Alive.

But not living.

William had been warm, even in the darkest and hardest of times. He’d always had a smile to offer, a dumb joke always loaded and ready to fire if he felt like the mood got too grim. He’d been kind, despite the cruelty of their work and the terrible things that they’d had to witness or bring to an end. But the man before him now was none of that.

This man was dead inside. He didn’t react at all to seeing Pero again, the boy he’d taken under his wing and cared for, sometimes to his own detriment. The boy he’d refused to allow to become a stone-cold killer, all but demanding that he retained his humanity. And yet, here he stood, prepared and determined to end your life, just because Lang had ordered him to.

There was no other reason why he would be there. He’d tracked you through the woods, waiting for you to lead him to your family, so that he could end them all, because that was exactly what a man like Lang would do to make sure that he would still win, even if he died. The last Falcon, on a last mission, unable to be called off because his commander was dead.

He would fight to his last breath, use whatever tactics might be required, no matter how menacing or cruel, to complete his mission. But for now, he was outnumbered and had lost the element of surprise. He retreated into the woods, but only to lick his wounds. He would be back, and he would keep coming back until he either succeeded… or died.

The moment that he vanished, Pero turned and grabbed you by the waist, almost lifting you as he ran back towards the house, with Groot on his heels to cover your backs. You knew where your father hid a spare key, and soon had the door open, and he all but shoved you inside and closed and locked the door. Then he sprinted through the house, checking every window and door before returning to you, and only then did he allow himself to see you.

“Are you hurt?” he asked bluntly, and you shook your head, but you were trembling with fear, and it took him a good ten seconds to realize that you were doing that because he was shaking like a leaf himself.

He took you in his arms and held you, too tightly maybe, he couldn’t tell, while he tried to calm his racing heart.

“T-that was William…” you croaked after a few minutes of just standing there.

“Once, yes. But not anymore,” he answered, and you pulled back, staring at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

“What the fuck is happening, Pero?”

You were about ready to fall apart, but he needed to get changed since he was still covered in blood. So, he brought you upstairs to your bedroom and sat you down on the bed while he quickly stripped and then pulled on clean clothes.

Meanwhile, you worked off your thermal outer layer, and then he sat down beside you and put your legs across his own. He then tugged your torso into his chest, and for a long while, you just sat like that, breathing together.

“It seems that Kevin Lang was a truly evil person,” he started, and then quickly ran through everything he’d learned while on his rampage, and you seemed largely unaffected by hearing about what he’d done.

“It was on the news, I saw it at the precinct,” you explained when he asked you about it, and he supposed that he should’ve expected that.

But then you asked him the question that couldn’t be put off any longer, and his heart pinched harshly in his chest.

“How is he alive?”

Pero could think of only one possibility, and as much as he didn’t want to talk about it, you deserved to know, and to understand what was happening.

“I think that Lang saw his chance to recruit a real Falcon, when William’s family died and left him in such a state. He would never have been able to persuade him to work for POP instead, but Will was dying of grief by the end, so all they had to do was wait until it was believable that he’d given up, fake his death and then revive him somewhere where they had control over him. What probably happened next…” he trailed off, struggling to even imagine this part.

You didn’t push or try to rush him, though. You patiently waited until he’d found a way to say it, even though it took several minutes.

“They must’ve… conditioned him. Used his pain and grief to shut his emotions down and turn him into a machine. Tortured his mind until he couldn’t feel anything anymore. Because the man that you saw out there, that was not William.”

“I know,” you whispered, and there was so much sorrow in your voice. “I didn’t know him, but I was around him enough to know that even if he was a mercenary, he was never like that. It was like he didn’t even see you, didn’t know you at all.”

“He knows only the mission now. And he will not stop. He’s been injured and that forces him to step back, but he won’t lose our trail or let us slip away from him, even when he’s weakened. He’s still right outside, we just can’t see him,” he explained, and felt you shiver against him.

“But then, how do we stop him?” you quietly asked, as if even the question itself was dangerous.

And this time, Pero didn’t answer. Because there was only one answer, and it was the one thing that he couldn’t do. He hadn’t even been able to let Groot do it, for fuck’s sake. He was sure that you could hear the truth in his silence, but you didn’t say it, and he was grateful for that.

But he was also beginning to understand that this entire situation was becoming impossible to solve. Had he been the target, it would’ve been so much easier, but protecting you without killing your attacker was an equation without a solution. William had been his only real loss throughout his life, since he’d been the first person that Pero had truly cared about.

And now he was facing the possibility of losing everything that he cared about, because he was suddenly being pitted against someone that his heart had never been able to let go of in the first place. Someone that it had gotten back, against all rhyme or reason. How the hell was he supposed to just cut that part of his own heart off?

“I’m sorry, pintora…” he whispered against your hair, trying to hide the pain in his voice and the tears that wouldn’t be halted, against the comforting softness of your hair. “I’m sorry… but I don’t know what to do…”

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Kate stood leaned against her cruiser, exhausted and covered in dirt, while Cody put the shovels away in the trunk and then came to join her. The upper layer of the ground had been frozen and hard but once they’d gotten past that, the digging had been relatively easy, aside from the fact that it was monotonous and seriously draining on the back and arms.

But the physical fatigue wasn’t really the reason why she felt drained right then. The empty fucking coffin was.

“So, who was supposed to be there?” the kid asked once he’d gotten settled next to her. “Who’s William Garin?”

“He was one of the mercs that I was telling you about. One of the kids that was trained into becoming the perfect assassin. But at some point, he fell in love with Lin Mae and left all that behind to start a family, only to then lose them to a freak accident. He survived the accident, but he couldn’t live without them, and a few months later, he was found dead right here, sitting against their tombstone. I was the one that was called out to the scene that day, and I can tell you that if he was alive, then someone did a hell of a job masking it, because the man was skin and bones.”

“Is stuff like that really possible?” the kid asked then, truly struggling with all this, which was entirely understandable. “Like, tetrodotoxin and all that?”

“No. Not that any branch of science is aware of anyway. But somehow, they still managed it, because I’m telling you, this guy was dead.”

“And we’re sure that he’s now undead, and not just… I don’t know… misplaced?”

“He’s alive. I’m not even sure how the pieces fit together yet, but I know that they do. There’s too much going on right now for this to not be relevant,” she pondered, trying to follow the threads in her head, connecting the dots.

“But I still don’t get where Bee fits into all this?” Cody wondered after silently contemplating for a bit, and she almost laughed.

“Haven’t you seen the guy that she’s together with these days?”

“No,” he shrugged.

“Okay well, his name’s Tovar and he and William were best buds in merc-school,” she told him, and he looked like his brain completely stopped working for a second.

“What? Wait a minute… Bee’s dating a fucking assassin?!” he finally exclaimed.

“Yep. And from what I understand, Tovar was their very best, which means that he’s now all that stands between our dear artist and the undead.”

“Jesus…” the kid breathed, and then paused to think for a bit, and Kate could swear that she saw the cogs moving inside his brain. “Is he-… everything that’s going on in the next town… is that them?”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure that that’s just Tovar,” she offered, although she understood why he would think that. “Either looking for answers or just cleaning house. Probably both.”

“One person couldn’t do all that,” the officer objected, sounding quite confident that he was right.

“He could,” Jones countered, and watched the kid sink with the realization that she wasn’t kidding. “Believe me... he very much could. The question now is: does he know about William?”

“Are we gonna tell him?” he asked, mildly panicked even at the thought.

“I think we should assume that he already knows, but I also think that he needs help. They all do. But this is all off book, kid. We can’t report any of this, we can never even mention it without potentially incriminating ourselves and a whole lot of other people too. So, if you want out, now’s the time,” she said, but Cody didn’t even flinch.

“No. I wanna help.”

“Alright, then our first stop is Dean’s ranch, because I don’t know where else Bee would’ve gone on foot from her house.”

“She left her phone and even her car, presumably because they could both be tracked, right?” he asked, and when she nodded, he continued. “So, what about us? If we show up with traceable hardware, aren’t we putting them at risk?”

“Just ditch your phone and we should be alright. I’ve fitted a switch in my cruiser so that I can turn of the lo-jack if I need to.”

“You’re pretty adept at all this off the book stuff, Jones. Something I should know?” the kid asked while they pushed off the car and moved to get in.

“Yeah,” Kate sighed, but in annoyance rather than resignation. “You should know that that’s what wanting to help this particular family costs. I’d never done anything questionable before Tovar showed up in town.”

They got in the cruiser then, and once they were buckled up and the Detective had turned the car on, Cody turned his head to look at her.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, and she paused before setting off.

She had never really stopped to think about that. She’d considered before making the decisions which had landed her in this position, but she hadn’t really looked back on any of it yet. Although, now that she did, she found that she couldn’t think of any positive difference that any other choice would’ve made.

“No,” she eventually declared. “No, I don’t.”

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You were scared in a way that you never had been before. Partly because you’d never been pregnant before, and that invariably influenced every thought and reaction and feeling that you had. But also, because Pero was scared. And more than that, he was afraid in a way and with a magnitude that you’d never even thought him capable of.

It had been two hours since you’d gotten back to Dean’s house, and he was still shaking. He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t offering up any plan of escape or even trying to comfort you, and that filled you with dread. Because fear of losing you would’ve spurred him into action, like seeing you get arrested had, but instead, he was closed off. Locked inside his own fears even though there was no cage around him.

And that made you wonder. If it wasn’t fear of losing you that was doing this to him, then what was?

He’d had his chance. He could’ve let Groot finish it, or used the opening to do it himself, but he’d done the opposite. Pero had saved his enemy, because to him, William could never be that. Even with everything he’d just told you, about how this man wasn’t Will, your partner was still incapable of seeing him as anything but family.

He couldn’t kill him, and that was what scared him. For the first time since meeting you, he was incapable of protecting you. And there was nothing that you could do to help him. So, you sat there, by the kitchen table with a large mug of tea between your hands, staring at the liquid and wondering why even boiled water wasn’t enough to chase the cold out of your body, while he restlessly wandered through the house, obsessively checking every lock.

You tried not to think about your father and Abby, stashed away in a bunker somewhere, you just hoped that they stayed there and kept themselves safe and alive. For one half of a second, you’d considered that maybe having them there could shift things in your favour, but you’d quickly killed that thought. Because with the way that Pero was acting, they would likely only make things worse.

Either being two more people that he couldn’t protect, or…

You knew that Dean would kill William if he got the chance. He had no relationship with the man, and even if he could partially understand his meaning to his adopted son, there would be no contest for him. He was a father, and he would protect his child and grandchild without hesitation or restraint, which would put Pero in the terrible position of having to decide whether to stand by and do nothing while his adopted father tried to kill his chosen brother… or stop him.

Giving up on the tea, you left the table to go and throw it away, thinking you’d take a shower instead. But a few steps from the counter, you suddenly doubled over when there was a sharp pain in your abdomen. The mug hit the floor with a bang, spraying amber liquid everywhere before rolling away, while you slowly lowered yourself to your knees.

You could hear Pero react from somewhere else in the house, but you were too busy reminding yourself to breathe and not panic, to pay any attention to him right then. The pain had already faded by the time he got to you, but you were too scared to move yet.

“Pintora? What happened?” he demanded, and his voice was small, filled with confusion and a sense of helplessness.

“I don’t know…” you breathed, noting that your own voice sounded exactly the same. “It felt like someone stabbed me.”

That made him go pale and you could feel how his body tightened next to you.

“I-I’m sure it’s just stress,” you said, trying to convince both him and yourself that you were fine, but without much success.

“You need a doctor, we must go to the hospital,” he insisted.

“Is that safe?” you prodded, and something desperate flooded his features then.

“Nowhere is safe…” he said, closing his eyes and lowering his head. “I don’t know h-… how to protect you.”

But before you could offer any response, a sharp few knocks on the front door made you both flinch and turn to look towards the hall, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.

“Bee? Tovar? Are you here?” you heard Kate shout, and Pero immediately got up and stepped out to open the door for her.

But you could hear what sounded like a minor argument ensue a couple of seconds later, so you carefully got up and went to see what was going on.

“Cody?” you asked once you recognized the poor kid, looking terrified where he stood a couple of steps behind the Detective.

He nodded politely at you, at which point, Kate raised her eyebrows at Pero, who was blocking the door, presumably because he didn’t know the young officer.

“It’s okay, honey,” you soothed. “Cody’s a friend, and if Jones risked bringing him here then you can trust him.”

Your partner eyed him up and down as if he was appraising a weapon, and then sighed and stepped back to let them in.

“So, I take it you already know about the not-so-late Mr. Garin,” Kate said once the door closed behind them, and you exchanged a worried glance with Pero.

“How do you know about that?” you questioned, but she just shrugged.

“Because I’m good at what I do. Look, long story short, we found enough clues embedded within the finances of Useful Reuse for me to put a few disturbing pieces together. So, what’s the plan?”

Again, you briefly looked at Pero, but then just sighed and turned back towards the kitchen.

“Wait… you don’t have a plan?” she correctly inferred from the silent communication between you and your partner, but you weren’t in the mood to get into that.

“It’s complicated. Right now, I need to see a doctor.”

That immediately shifted her gears.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Uh… I don’t know. Which I’m learning is very scary when you’re pregnant,” you explained, and once again, Kate’s focus changed.

“Wow, congratulations! Although I can definitely see the complication there.”

“Oh, it gets better,” you smiled, but it was a cold one that died quickly. “William’s mission isn’t Pero… it’s me. And probably dad and Abby too.”

“Shit. I figured that Lang would retaliate for the mercs he lost at the factory, but I was really hoping that he wouldn’t come after you,” she said, and you just met her eyes, because you didn’t know what to say.

“Is there any way that we can help you get to the hospital safely?” Cody chipped in then, before looking at your partner as if he worried that just talking to you was gonna earn him a death sentence.

“Getting there is not the problem,” Pero answered. “The building is. There are too many unknown variables, to many opportunities for someone to interfere.”

“Okay, then maybe we can bring a doctor here? You’ll need what… an OBGYN?” the kid suggested.

“Or a midwife,” you agreed. “Do you think we could do that?” you continued, turning to your partner once more.

He took a minute to think it over, but he didn’t look hopeful.

“This house isn’t good either. Too many soft points,” he muttered, clearly disappointed with himself for not having a solution for you.

And for some reason, that was the moment that your maternal instinct decided not to tolerate his inability to act any longer.

“Alright, then we go to the hospital,” you declared, and before he could even begin to object, you closed the distance between you and got right up in his face. “You’re my partner, you’re allowed to be by my side throughout the procedure, so we’re gonna go and you’re gonna stay with me every second. Understood?”

He just stared at you for a few beats, and for an infinitesimal moment, a terrible feeling went through you as you met his eyes. Something in the depths of his being faltered, for just that tiny fraction in time, but within that moment, you knew that he considered a different path. A painful, horrible path. You couldn’t imagine what it could be, and your heart stopped you from lingering on it, but it still left you feeling even colder than before.

“Okay,” he finally agreed, and he sounded genuine enough that you were able to shake the unpleasant sensation. Maybe even tell yourself that you’d imagined it.

You both needed to clean up better if you were going to set foot inside a hospital without raising alarms, so you went upstairs to take the shower that you’d been heading for earlier. The hot water helped you feel more human again, and managed to ease your worries about the sharp pain that you’d felt earlier, because there was no trace of it even as you bent to scrub your legs or twisted to reach your back. But you still wanted to get checked out, just in case.

When you re-emerged into the bedroom afterwards, Pero was sitting on the edge of the bed, for some reason having opted not to join you in the shower. He still had a lot of blood to scrub off so it could just be that he wanted to shield you from having to see that. But the look in his eyes when you stepped out in just your underwear, and his gaze was automatically drawn to your little bump, ground you to an immediate halt.

He looked haunted. Tortured. To the point where your body actually hurt at the mere sight of him.

“Pero…” you breathed, half choking on the one word as powerful emotions that you couldn’t even identify slammed through your chest. “What is it?”

He met your eyes then, and somehow his expression got even worse. A darkness seemed to fall over him, but not one of rage, frustration or sadness. This darkness was pure anguish. It was desperation and hopelessness of a kind you’d never known that a person could even have within them.

Empathy made you reach for him, taking the last few steps to get to where he sat and then pull his shoulders and head into your embrace, and he quickly wrapped his arms around your hips, pressing his face into the softness of your belly. He was breathing hard, and you could feel hot tears spill against your skin, but he said nothing.

“We’re gonna be okay, love,” you told him, needing to say something to try and break the overbearing pressure of the atmosphere in the room. “We’ll find a way.”

It was wishful thinking, but also your determination to not give up hope and to not let him do that either. You had to believe that everything would somehow work out, otherwise, what was the point of even trying. His grip tightened, and he quietly sobbed a few times, before he suddenly just let go of you, and in one swift movement got up and slipped away into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Not since that evening that he’d finally come back to you after the whole Pete incident, had he shut you out like this, and it worried you. The implication that he was struggling with himself to that extent, was proof positive that there wouldn’t be any simple solution to this. But more frighteningly, it was making you wonder if there was any solution at all.

However, your mind wasn’t allowing that to be a possibility for you. With a child to protect, the only question was how you were going to survive, not if. And if Pero wasn’t going to take charge and create a solution, then you would. You got dressed and headed back downstairs, where Kate and Cody were waiting in the kitchen, having made coffee and poured themselves a cup. A quick glance at your watch revealed it to be 05:20, just before dawn.

“Kate, I’m gonna need your help,” you said quietly as you reached them.

“What do you need, hon?” she asked without pause, but you took a second before you answered, because you needed to say this right, to make sure that she understood.

“Pero can’t kill William. And by that I mean that he literally can’t. He had a chance earlier tonight and he didn’t take it, and he won’t even if he gets another one. I’m not sure that he can even fight him, if and when it comes to that,” you explained, seeing her face turn increasingly grim with each word you said.

“He will if that’s the only way to protect you,” she insisted, and you shook your head.

“But he won’t recover from that. If he’s forced to kill William then I lose him forever, I can’t let that happen.”

“So… what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that we need to make sure it doesn’t come to that. We need to find and eliminate the threat so that he doesn’t have to, and the only one that’s got a shot at doing that, is my dad and his pack,” you whispered.

She mulled that over for a while, and then nodded once.

“There isn’t much we can do for you at the hospital, but Tovar still expects us to be there as backup, so we’ll need to slip away. I can tell him that we’ve been called back to the station to answer some questions about a search of your house that we never reported in. But how are we gonna find Dean?”

“That’s the tricky bit. I know of two places where he might be, but if he’s not there, then I’ve got nothing,” you said, before hurriedly explaining how they’d find the two bunkers that you did know of.

“Okay, got it,” she nodded, and so did Cody, having memorized it too.

“I know that I’m asking you to lie, again, but I don’t know what else to do,” you admitted, but she just placed a soothing hand on your shoulder.

“I’m here because I care, Bee. I got into this of my own free will and I’m still here, even though there’s no gun to my head. You worry about your family and yourself and let me worry about me.”

Before you could answer, you heard Pero come down the stairs, so you got up to head for the front hall, feeling better now that you had a plan, but also terrible about deceiving him. The shower seemed to have helped him too, though, because the haunting darkness was gone when he came to your side to escort you out to the cars.

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If he’d been in a better frame of mind, he might’ve seen it coming. He should’ve remembered that you weren’t one to sit idly by and wait for someone else to solve your problems, but he wasn’t operating on full capacity right then. His mind was a terrified mess that he couldn’t sort out no matter how hard he tried and he should’ve known that you’d see that and take matters into your own hands.

He knew that Jones was lying when she said that they’d been called back. Not because of anything in her tone, but just because he knew the moment that she deviated from their agreed upon plan, that it was because you had asked her to. That was the moment that he remembered who you were and what he should expect from you.

And since the only other ally you had was your father, he guessed that you’d sent the good Detective to rally him and his dogs into the fight. It was logical and understandable, but ultimately foolish. Not because Dean didn’t stand a chance, he actually had a good shot at taking William down, especially now that he was injured. The problem was that Pero couldn’t let him do it.

And while he sat there with you in the waiting room, he realized that by involving your father, you’d unknowingly given your partner an opportunity.

He stayed right by your side for the exam, which didn’t reveal anything alarming, allowing you both to breathe a little easier. But the doctor also informed you both that the pain could be a reaction to stress, a warning from your body that things could quickly turn bad if you didn’t start slowing down and try to relax more. Which was, of course, not really an option for you right then.

So, once the doctor left and you started getting dressed, Pero began to set his newly formed plan into action, because there was no time to waste. He had to get you to a place where it would be possible for you to live free of stress and give your baby the best possible conditions.

“Pintora… I know what you’re doing, but it will not work,” he said as you’d just finished pulling your jeans on.

You stopped then and looked at him with an expression somewhere between fear, annoyance and desperation, clearly willing to believe that he’d figured out your plan.

“Well, you’re apparently not doing anything, so I had to,” you said, throwing your arms out in exasperation, and he stepped closer to you so that he could lower his voice.

“You’re right to think that Dean could probably kill him when he’s in this state, and I know that you only did this in secret because you know that I must stop him if he tries, which I’m sure you think is wrong of me. But what if you’re wrong? What if William only failed the first time because he is out of practice in the field, and has now become enraged. Anger will only increase his focus and make him lean harder on his knowledge, his decades of learned skills and muscle memory. Failure has only made him more dangerous, and if he kills your father-…”

“Then give me an alternative, Pero!” you cut him off, unwilling to hear the end of that sentence. “Tell me that you have a plan, tell me that we’re not just gonna sit and wait for your brother to come and finish us all off, because as long as you refuse to fight him, that is what will happen. He’s not gonna stop, you said so yourself.”

“Of course I will fight him, Bee,” he said, slightly hurt that you would think that he wouldn’t even try to protect you. “Of course, I will. But not on his terms. I must fight him on my terms, in accordance with my beliefs and in a way that allows me to lean on my strengths too.”

You were almost in tears when he fell silent, trying to distract yourself by returning to pulling clothes on. But your trembling hands revealed just how strong the emotions behind your only barely held back tears really were.

“He’s coming for all of you, and I need you all to be safe if I’m going to be able to engage him, so please, tell me how we contact your father?” he pressed, but kept to a soft tone, hoping that his argument would be enough to break through your fear.

You finished putting your clothes on, using that as an excuse to buy time to think, and he let you have that.

“Kate,” you finally said, once you were done. “She took a pair of dad’s burner phones from the house. If she’s found him, then he has one and she has the other.”

He pulled you into a hug then, gently kissing the side of your head and holding you tightly against him, because from the moment that you left that room, he’d have to go back to being the perfect operative, not allowing any distractions until this was done.

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A part of you was relieved to know that apparently, he did have something planned. But you were also worried about the fact that he still hadn’t told you exactly what that was. He was going to fight Will, but to what end? He still couldn’t kill him, so your assumption was that he planned on capturing him, and he clearly wanted you to be elsewhere when that happened, which you understood.

Your job was to keep your baby safe, so you would keep away if need be, and leave the fighting to him and Dean, but you couldn’t do that unless you knew that you’d actually be safe. There was an uneasy feeling that gnawed at you from somewhere deep down in your subconscious, but as much as you tried to figure out what it was, you couldn’t.

So, you followed quietly as he led the way to the car, never letting go of you until you were safely buckled up, with Groot happily welcoming you back from the backseat. Pero insisted on driving this time, and you didn’t argue, because it gave you time to think. But when you got to the place where you’d agreed to meet with Kate, your father and Abby was there, and suddenly all you wanted was to hug them close and know that they were okay.

“Dad!” you called as soon as you were out of the car, and then ran to meet him on the otherwise abandoned rest-stop.

“Hey, Bumblebee,” he warmly greeted once his arms were wrapped all the way around you, and in that moment, you felt like maybe everything would be alright after all.

When you let go of him to hug Abby next, he stepped over to Pero, but you didn’t see how they exchanged a look and then turned their backs to the rest of you. You saw them slowly walk further away while discussing something, though, so you felt certain that they were coming up with a plan, and that thought was only comforting to you in that moment.

And so was the sight of all five dogs lining up in a circle around the rest of you, the moment that the men stepped away.

“Are you okay?” Abby asked when she pulled back, glancing down at your abdomen before returning to your eyes. “I heard you were at the hospital.”

“Yeah, I just had a scare, nothing to worry about,” you said, which wasn’t entirely true, but there was no real point in mentioning that you needed to reduce your stress, because that wasn’t gonna be possible anyway.

At least, not until this was over.

You looked towards the men who seemed to be deeply embedded in a serious conversation by then, but you couldn’t make out anything that they were saying. But they looked like they were in agreement, so you tried not to worry. Together, the two of them were a force to be reckoned with, so whatever their plan would be, you felt certain that your odds of getting out of this without losing anyone, were increasing.

You hoped that Pero was being honest with him, telling him about not wanting to kill William, because otherwise any plan that they came up with, was doomed to fail. Although, you did feel certain that your partner wouldn’t be stupid enough to lie about that, but you also wondered why they weren’t including the rest of you in their reasoning. After another few minutes, the men nodded to each other and then came back to the group, stepping into the guarding circle of canines that shifted to accommodate them.

“Okay, here’s what we’re thinking,” Dean declared. “Since we can’t track William, we have to wait for him to make a move before we can do anything. But with all of us out in the open, we’re simply too vulnerable, because it forces Pero and I to focus primarily on protection, rather than attack. So, what we need to do is split up.”

“But wouldn’t that make those of us that can’t fight even more vulnerable?” you questioned, to which your partner offered the answer.

“Not if we can put you in a place where even if he can find you, he can’t get to you.”

“Like where?” Abby asked, and again, it was Pero that responded.

“Like a SCIF.”

Jones raised her brows at that, clearly the only one of the rest of you who knew what that was.

“You’re telling me that you’ve got access to one in this city? Because I find it hard to believe that there even is one here,” she challenged.

“I have a small one of my own, Kate,” Dean informed her. “How else do you think I’ve been able to safely record any data about my work without the risk of it being intercepted?”

She didn’t question that, so apparently it made sense to her. None of this made sense to you, though.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell a SCIF is?” you requested, and your father turned to you.

“It’s an acronym that stands for Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility. In short, it’s a secure way of storing digital as well as physical information, basically as close to an impenetrable room as you can get.”

“Is that one of the other three hideouts of yours?” you asked, because that would explain why he hadn’t told you about all of them.

“Yes, and it’s not that far from here. So, I’m gonna take you and Abby there, while Pero and our brave policemen here are gonna distract William.”

That did actually sound like a solid plan to you. And exactly the sort of plan that you’d expect these two men to come up with. So, why was that feeling still gnawing at you?

“I don’t like the thought of leaving you,” you told Pero, and he stepped closer to you to take your hands.

“I know. But this is the only way I can think of, to keep everyone alive,” he said, which reminded you of something.

“You still think that there’s a way to end this without killing him?” you asked, and he sighed heavily.

“I don’t know. But I have to try,” he almost whispered now. “I owe him that. Do you understand?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “But I know you. I know what this family means to you, so if William is somehow still equally important to you, despite everything, then I guess I do understand why you can’t just end him.”

“Thank you, querida,” he breathed, sounding relieved.

He took you in his arms then and held you as tightly as he dared without breaking you. And when he let you go, he kissed you briefly before immediately stepping away, kneeling beside Groot to tell him to look after you. Meanwhile, your father followed you back to your car and made sure that you got in before he called Groot over.

And once Abby had joined you and everyone was buckled up, Dean started the car and drove off. You watched Pero for as long as the road allowed, and he did the same, and when he disappeared from view, the sinking feeling that you weren’t going to see him again for what was probably several days, made you sad and worried.

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Pero watched you for as long as he could, but once you were gone, his work began and he sprung into action, ordering the remaining four dogs to load up into Dean’s customized truck.

“Alright, so what’s the plan for this distraction?” Jones asked, while he locked them in and double checked the latches.

“There isn’t one,” he declared as he approached her and the kid. “Thank you for your help. Now, go back to your lives and forget that this ever happened.”

Ghosting past them, he snatched both of their radios and the burner phone, dropping them on the ground and stomping on them until they were all broken. At first, they were just shocked and much too unnerved by his uncanny movements, to say anything. But he could see that Jones was thinking hard, and he could see it when she connected the dots.

“There’s no SCIF… is there?” she correctly pondered, and he shook his head.

“But… what does that mean? Where are they going?” Cody asked, sounding angry about the obvious deception.

“Somewhere safe. That’s all you need to know,” Pero answered sharply. “Sorry about your stuff, but I can’t let you warn her. Do I need to disable the cruiser’s comms too?”

He pointed the question at Jones, and she met his eyes for a long moment.

“No,” she finally said, and he knew that she meant it, even though the kid immediately started protesting.

She ignored him completely, nodding at Pero with tears building in her eyes. Because she understood what he was doing. And why.

He hopped into the truck and drove off, following your father’s route because he knew that William would be on your trail already.

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The drive wasn’t as long as you’d expected, considering that the rest-stop had been on the other side of town from your father’s ranch. But then, you supposed that it was possible that this secure facility could be somewhere completely unrelated to his property. That would actually make a lot of sense.

It took you a while to recognize the place where he finally stopped, though, because you hadn’t been there since you’d been a very small girl. It was a really old and overgrown single runway, with a little tower that was all but collapsed, and a hangar that had been empty for at least thirty years. And still, you didn’t question it.

Dean was masterful when it came to hiding things, even very big things, so you just assumed that this facility was underground, or cleverly concealed in some other way. And you believed that specifically because no one would ever expect to find anything special here, which made it the perfect hiding place.

He parked right outside the hangar and told everyone to get out. Then he brought you inside the large but rundown structure with no roof left, bringing you to the very end of the open space, where he opened a hidden panel in the back wall, and flipped a master switch. Nothing happened, but then he pressed a button underneath the switch, and a hatch in the floor suddenly opened.

“Alright, follow me and watch your step,” he said as he began to climb down a ladder into what appeared to be complete darkness.

Nevertheless, you and Abby followed, helping Groot to get down together, and once you reached the floor, Dean was there in what little light streamed down from above.

“Straight ahead now, just stay on my tail,” he continued, leading you forwards into what quickly became pitch black.

Using touch and vocal guidance, he led you to a metal structure where you heard a sliding door being unlocked and opened, before you had to climb up a couple of steps.

“There are seats just to your left there. Sit down and wait while I get the lights,” he told you both, and then you heard the door that you’d just come through, being shut and locked.

There was scuffle of clothing ahead of you as Dean moved, then other sounds that you couldn’t identify, before a slight whirring sounded. Little red lights suddenly popped up everywhere, too small to actually light up the room, but enough to let you make out certain details. Most noticeably, that you didn’t seem to be in a room.

But it wasn’t until a loud rumble sounded from above, and daylight suddenly started streaming down, that you could see what it actually was. You’d climbed down through the floor of the hangar, into a hidden subterranean hangar of equal size, where your father apparently had a large military helicopter stashed away. From the cockpit, he’d activated an automated opener for the floor of the hangar above you, which was the source of the rumbling and the reason why the light was reaching you.

He was already starting the twin engines when you got up and approached the small opening between the cargo bay and the cockpit. But once there, you couldn’t find anything to say. Because how could you berate or scold him for lying to you, when he’d done it precisely because he knew that you would never have agreed to this, even though it was probably your best shot at getting away safely.

He didn’t say anything either, he just kept working on warming up the engines. And even when the craft started to climb out of the giant hole in ground, he didn’t tell you to go get strapped in. Which was why you saw it when the helicopter climbed past the rundown walls of the hangar, revealing a car that came to a screeching stop right beside yours.

You saw William step out of it, and instantly aim a gun at the craft, but before he could get a shot off, another car approached, and this one you recognized. Pero must’ve been tailing you at a distance, waiting for Will to reveal himself so that he could ambush him.

And abruptly, you knew that this had been his plan all along. Perhaps from the moment that you’d stepped out of the shower and found him on the edge of the bed. Or even earlier, when he’d been pacing about the house. He must’ve known, even then, that the only way for him to be able to both protect and fight, was if he separated the two.

Sending you away was the hardest decision that he’d ever had to make, you were certain of that, as you could now understand the absolute anguish and torment that you’d seen in him that day. But he was also wilfully ignoring what losing him would do to you. And you weren’t sure that you could ever forgive that.

Finally high enough, Dean turned the aircraft and the scene on the ground disappeared from your view as he sped away. From that moment on, all you could do was cling to the hope that there was still some humanity left in William, and that Pero would be able to reach it. Because if not, then this would be the last time that you ever saw the father of your child.

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truegeorge · 4 months ago

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Well, its been a week since that senile old man who we call our President Joe Biden agreed to step down from seeking another term. Well, there are many questions that the greater American public should be asking themselves. Questions like is the President really calling the shots, is the government really in charge?

Some of these things are coming to the light now that it was seen that Biden doesn’t have his faculties together. The people behind the scenes were doing the work and making the decisions that the President was supposed to be making. In this case, the President doesn’t even know what they did or what they are doing. He just signs where he is told to sign.

But even those people have to serve a master, and that master isn’t the President. Let’s get an insight into all this.

O.K, so lets attempt to put this in context, that the U.S government is not being controlled by the political parties (Democrat, Republican).

You see there is the public face of the government and there is the private face. The public face are the representatives of the three branches of government, the President, the Congress and the Supreme Court.

The private face of government consists of the following, but it is not limited to, the National Security Agency, the Triliteral Commission, the Council on Foreign Relations, the Federal Reserves, and the Bilderberg Group.

The Bilderberg group is the one that needs to be watched more closely, it is a secret society, and it may have more influence then other secret societies.

For example, when Barak Obama and Hillery Clinton were contending for the Democrat nomination for President, and that the party was conflicted as to who they were going to choose. It was the Bilderberg who choose which one should be nominated after Obama, and Hillery sat down was interviewed by the Bilderberg group.

Now, Obama was instructed to tell his old Vice-President that he needs to step out of the 2024 Presidential race.

Perhaps the Bilderberg Group may prefer that the democrats remain in power, but it is apparent that the closer we get to election day, that the opposition Donald Trump is gaining more and more popular and that Trump is more likely to receive the votes to get back in the White House.

Biden was holding off from stepping down, maybe he wanted something in return. Perhaps a severance package. You see, Biden isn’t in the physical and mental condition to be on the speaker’s circuit, making speeches and pulling in a good income like Obama and the Clintons does, so he would like some type of concession for stepping down.

Ultimately, some type of agreement took place because Biden stepped down, but not before endorsing his Vice President Karmala Harris.

In as much as Harris was endorsed by Biden, she did not have widespread support from the party, even Obama didn’t support the endorsement. Obama mentioned that the party should look at all the contenders who is capable of replacing Biden as the Presidential Nominee.

It is kind of interesting that Obama should take that stand, because he and Harris are both mixed race people who are puppets to the power structure.

But as we see, the party came around and started to rally behind Harris and committed to give Harris their support.

One of the main reasons for this is that the Biden-Harris campaign have millions of dollars that were donated through fund raising activities organized by the party. That by law, the campaign money cannot be transferred to another campaign, and its kind of too late to raise the kind of money that is available to the Biden- Harris campaign for anyone else.

Even the Clintons, Nancy Pelosi and Barack Obama has given their support to Harris. But, as we know, nothing is given, just to be given. Harris must have agreed to be on their agenda, or some other agreement is in place. But only time will tell what that agreement was. Its like she made a pact with the devil to get the support of the democratic party.

But, then again Harris is suited to making pacts with devils, it is well known that Harris did not climb the ladder on her own merits. That she has slept with influential people to get a step up to the level she is on now. Let’s see if she has the intestinal fortitude to take this all the way.

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thepete77 · 4 months ago

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One of the teachings of the Mormon church that I used to hate is the existence of free agency as a factor in the plan of salvation. I hated it because it all seemed to be scripted out and prepared to be brought up almost like they foreknew the arguments possible with what they designed, thinking of what someone might say to their idea, and basing their lessons that way, rather than authentically searching their spiritual practices and lessons to teach. In aggrevatiom to this principle, my response was “okay, yes, we have free agency, that's a given, its already the case. Lets move forward to different topics.” in so many ways I had many get over it responses to their scripted thinking.

Nonetheless, independence is actually a factor in natural existence in the truest sense. Whether for better or worse, a person does choose their choice, and the liberties and freedoms of the mortal race are not suppressed. No matter how much a person gives excuses because they made a bad decision.

A wrong way to go about religion or spirituality all together is to act or believe that you contain the only answer that there is. It was never meant for even science to have all the answers and the ultimate proof to prove everyone else wrong.

The scientific method was designed for people to have as much of an open and unbiased approach to investigate hypotheses as thorough as possible taking the steps and measurements to find the most specific definitions related to the topic. I find on a personal basis that this is very much in preference even spiritually and the most mature adult wau to consider things. With this method you can strike center on any topic and reform and apply experience to get to the ultimately right statements and beliefs. It is so much better this way, and I heavily advise these practices.

Another factor of spiritual living is the adherence to and development of cognitive awareness and intuition. When I make the right thinking happen and realize the ultimate potential, I really feel secure about my personal beliefs.

For example. The typical Christkan view of Satan is that he is the cosmic bad guy out to kill, steal and destroy and was a murderer since the beginning. But when you look in further to the mentions about Satan, you realize that he is a very scarce character in the Bible. And when you start to really ask the question about the so called fall of man and original sin, you see more creation of hostilities towards the natural existence of the world.

A statement that I have made is, “Cast aside the fear of God, and you will see the wisdom of Lucifer shinning brightly.” there are so many more applications to the spiritual literatures than the typical Christian Sunday school play along answers.

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fragiledewdrop · 2 years ago

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Okay, this post suddenly came to my mind earlier today and I got time, so why not?

To me the answer is and always will be "I watched you rake leaves".

Obviously I would like for all of them to be revealed, and I have detailed fics about it in my head (plus the many delicious ones I have read), but that one...that, I suspect , will never stop destroying me.

Because it is the one that would fundamentally change Dean's perception of Cas and, as a consequence, of his own worth.

See, as much as I love it when they discuss the crypt scene, I feel that it doesn't really change the way Dean sees Cas. He already knows Naomi brainwashed him. The realization that she did it by making him kill copies of himself would disclose how much Castiel has suffered, and how much Dean -Dean specifically, not all of humanity- matters to him. Both are very, very good things. Except.

Except Dean knows that Cas has suffered, even if he doesn't know the specifics, and knows, on a fundamental level, that he is the most important person in Cas's life. He might not be fully honest with himself as to exactly why he matters this much to Cas, but he is aware he does, especially after the whole "giving up an army for one guy" thing and the "everyone except me" speech. He would see the broken connection as proof that Cas loves, but that he loves in a way that can be directly used against him. A weakness. The very reason why they cannot be honest about their feelings: their enemies would use them against them. And knowing of all the copies of Dean Cas killed would be meaningful, but I think it would ultimately just make Dean feel guilty, and he couldn'tdo anything to assuage that guilt.

"There's things, there's people, feelings" is a capital M Moment, for sure, but the revelation of it can be more or less accomplished by your run of the mill love confession. More or less, mind you. I don't mean to cheapen it, but if I have to compare these unresolved points, I personally feel it's the weakest.

The way Dean is when Cas dies is a strong contender, because the revelation would both help Dean with his grief and make Cas understand that he is not worthless. I adore it in fics.

Good, stellar, 10/10, would be the winner if it weren't for the fact that "I watched you rake leaves" is in the race.

Because "I watched you rake leaves" would fundamentally reconfigure the way Dean thinks of Cas's first and greatest betrayal, a betrayal that has coloured Cas's actions and Dean's perception of them ever since then.

In "The Man Who Would Be King" Dean was angry with Cas because he acted alone, he went behind his back and trusted Crowley above him, but it turns out that that was not at all what Cas was trying to do. It turns out Cas did think of going to him for help. It turns out that when he said "I am doing this for you, Dean. I am doing this because of you", he was being sincere. It was not just a line he was feeding Dean to convince me to back him.

AND NOT ONLY THAT.

It would show that Cas loves him in a way nobody has loved him before. This is the main reason I would choose it above the crypt scene: other people have died for Dean (hello John), suffered for him, overcome angelic mind control for him (Sam at Stull, anyone?). Nobody, however, has ever loved him enough to protect his happiness from the dangers of the world. Nobody has ever kept the monsters in the dark away from him. John certainly hasn't. Sam hasn't, and that's not a criticism. It's simply not Sam's role to care about Dean like that. Sam loves him more than anyone, would die in heartbeat for him, defeat the devil for him, but he won't try to keep the knowledge that the devil's out there from impacting Dean's life. Because that's what Dean does for him. Because it's Dean that protects, Dean that shelters, Dean that keeps the monsters at bay. Because in their relationship, Dean has been and in some way always will be the parent.

Cas, however.

Cas needed his help. He needed Dean to stop another apocalypse. It would have made things a lot easier for him to just tell Dean about Raphael. Yet he didn't. He chose to shelter Dean from the dark. Chose to protect him. He practically damned himself out of the same kind of love that damned Dean. It is the same love Dean is scared of in himself,because while it is entirely selfless, It is also selfish. It's the love that says "the happiness of my beloved is worth more to me than my own soul". Not his life, mind. Not even his safety, not really. His happiness.

This revelation would be earth-shatterring to Dean even if he already knew Cas loved him. Even in a post 15x18 au, this would turn his world on its axis in a way the other revelations wouldn't. Especially because, if Cas was already in love with him back then, it means that he not only kept Dean out of the fight, but he very consciously let him be happy with someone else. Dean wanted Lisa, and Cas could have taken him away from her in a moment without guilt. It would have been for the sake of the world,after all. But he didn't. He didn't.

The fact that Dean wasn't really happy at the time is beside the point. Cas thought he was.

It all boils down to this: "I watched you rake leaves" means " I loved you so much that I let you go and at the same time tried to keep the darkness from your door even if it meant making a deal with the devil. Even if you wouldn't have known it. Even if you would have hated me for it."

It means that Cas loves in the same beautiful, bitter way Dean does. In the way Dean thinks nobody could ever love him.

And that is why that quote always has me on the brink of tears.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

if y’all could pick ONE unresolved DeanCas moment to be revealed, between the following, which would you pick?

I watched you rake leaves

What broke the connection

The hundreds of killed Dean's to brainwash Castiel

There's things, people, I want to experience differently than I have before

Every time Dean was inconsolable while Cas was gone

#I needed to get this out #sorry op #I have been on a destiel spiral these last couple of months #what else is new #meta #my meta #destiel #I watched you rake leaves #I could write essays about cas in season6 #but you know #life

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mi5014tomberry · 1 year ago

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Character Design and Modelling - Semester 1

The theme of this module is 'Parades' and it aims to develop my character design skills in conjunction with this them in both 2D and 3D mediums. Whilst listening to the design brief I jotted down any initial ideas that came to mind about the topics of Parades and themed groups:

I slowly added to the list of parades at the bottom both during class and once I got home. I am considering which parades interest me the most and those which would lend themselves to interesting character design. In my other module studying Character Performance I need to make an animation centred around an apprentice of sorts which visualises somebody learning something with both failure and progress included into a short 30 second animation. I have the option to use my character from the Character Design module in my animation for Character Performance and I am taking this into consideration when choosing which Parades to look at. Here are some of the websites that helped me find these parades:

Of the many Parades that I have browsed through, the ones that stand out to me the most for this project are:

Cooper's Hill Cheese Rolling

Pamplona's Running of The Bulls

South Korea's Water Gun Festival

Shetland's Up Helly Aa

El Salvador's Bolas de Fuego

India's Holi Festival

I think that all of these festivals/parades have the wide enough scope to create diverse and distinctive characters. They each have their own unique traits and without seeing any footage of real attendees of each event, the nature of the events themselves gives an impression of the types of people that would attend each one. The type of person attending the Running of The Bulls clearly has to have a sense of humour to put their lives at risk so wantonly for the sake of an adrenaline rush. From a description as minimal as this, it is easy to imagine what the attendees of this event would look like: a wild eyed sprinter springing back and forth fidgeting with anticipation, unable to contain themselves as they wait excitedly for the gates to open. It is also easy to imagine someone on the opposite end of the spectrum for this event, perhaps a friend of the previous character, someone that has been roped into the event through peer pressure. A skinny meek-looking man, wiping the sweat from his brow and running his hands through his hair involuntarily. Perhaps muttering to himself and clenching his fists as he tries to psyche himself up for the race to come but ultimately breathing into a paper bag when he realises the mess he's got himself into. The nature of each event says something about the people attending it whether they are attending it passionately, ironically or begrudgingly because they've been dragged into it. The themes and activities of each event help to shape a picture of the attendees whether its a spandex clad fitness freak running a marathon or a chubby nerd in cosplay at a comic convention. The types of people we imagine are informed by learned stereotypes and are informed on a personal level by our own experiences. Suffice it to say that I have listed these parades as examples as I think they have to best scope for me personally to play around with the character design and to create not just visually interesting but more importantly believable characters. An onlooker should be able to infer what sort of people they are from a glance through the body language, the costuming and even the relationship between the individuals within the group.

From my description of who I assumed would attend the Running of The Bulls you can certainly identify people within this crowd who match my description. The man front and centre matches my first description of the enthusiastic adrenaline junky and on the far left, grimacing over his shoulder, this man could certainly be the nervous friend who was roped into the event, immediately regretting that he agreed to come along.

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There is a lot of interesting information about costume and themes within these videos and website as a starting point of this project however the brief is not to simply pick a festival and design 5 characters matching the style of an existing parade. It is to go further and imagine our own festival inspired by the themes and associated themes of these real events.

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character traits I'm looking for in a blorbo:

Familial love above all else, against the odds. Family- Loving someone you know is doomed as you couldn't not. You can't save someone from themselves. You can't save your brother.

A stolen childhood. Violence as a given, you're good at it but does that make you an awful person? If you could choose, you'd choose anything but. A life that can only kill you but which you seem to have no escape. One crap card dealt after the other. Learning how to show love and care for people long after you should have and understanding things that adults struggle with long before you should have. You were that kid who was 'Mature for their age' knew how bills worked and housekeeping. How to read people. but now as an adult you've no idea how to make friends?? To talk to people???

The need to protect. Aquiring a child because they deserve better than what you got. Being sure anyone is better than you but not leaving them till you find it. Well if you can't find it, guess you'll have to become it

Intelligence- high. Emotional intelligence-nil

Perpetrator who refuses to see themselves as anything but a victim. A shitty situation that made them what they are but didn't make them do what they chose to do. Everyone around them can see they are the problem.

Then, 2 flavours:

- thinks they are helping, making everything worse

- trying to do better and doing better, but thinking they make everything worse

If it isn't there I'll probably just imagine it is there.

It's gotta be sad but funny OK. Doomed from the beginning, but life is amusingly absurd. Absurd like absurdist? No, as in: its just stupid. Their life is a joke

Here's what I'm giving:

Jango-

-The emotionally distant parent who you kind of feel bad for at first,

-you understand why they are fucked up but then they keep doing increasingly shit things Which are getting harder and harder to rationalise

-While the stuff at the start was incredibly shit and bad luck, you're beginning to realise everything lately is self inflicted

-Had a bad childhood but is now determinedly creating much worse ones for his kids and is refusing to see it

-No friends, he's rejected most of them. Now only a few old ones left who are around to try and save his kids and have given up on him

- you look back at when he was young and can't believe how well intentioned he was??? What happened

- in with a terrible crowd, only interested in making him worse and definitely not calling themselves his friends

Padme-

-Burnt out child star.

-Life is spiralling out of control- this is fine

-Set on a course of self destruction

-Increasingly erratic. Contradictory. -Actually quite good at her job but as soon as she's not at work she does a load of things that are ultimately going to end her career

-All the handmaidens waiting for it to blow

-Retail therapy

-Impulse celebrity wedding. What do these 2 even have in common

Anakin-

- had a terrible childhood through no fault of his parents

- since he was like 10 they've been trying really hard to make up for that. He can't see it

- he is completely oblivious. Every time they lovingly try and fail to cut him off so he stops landing in jail, he's convinced they hate him

- weird creepy old man friend. Keeps buying him gifts. He's completely oblivious to the weirdness

- complete man child

- landed a incredibly hot competent girlfriend, you have no idea how. Maybe she thinks she can fix him? She isn't trying very hard

- is a mentor to a teenager, his dad set it up to try and get him to straighten up. He's completely led her astray and she's dropped out of school and nobody can get hold of her. Too busy drag racing

-ridiculously intelligent. Could have like been an astronauts or an inventor or something and cured some disease. More interested in programing droids to pull pranks. Complete underachiver

- only friends are pre mentioned old man, a droid, his girlfriend and the cousin who's pretty much given up on him and is out of the county (aayla)

Obi Wan-

-complete overachiver

- emotional intelligence 0

- refuses to admit how badly his emotionally distant father affected him

- unwilling and unknowing step in the generational trauma cycle

-drops devastating bits of backstory when you least expect it and will not elaborate

- thinks that he drags people down and so tries to push them away before they get hurt/ reject him

- sacrificed his adult life so he could raise his father's secret child. Immediately dropped out of college, went to parenting classes and became the biggest pushy parent known to man but can't just tell him he loves him.

-tries to make everything a lesson. Anakin is not receptive. Feels like he's being picked on/ can't do anything right

- raves about Anakin to everyone but anakin.

- Has pictures he likes to show everyone, causing much confusion to old ladies on public transport as his 'son' looks his age.

-The council ban him from talking about Anakin as he interrupts every meeting with a 'funny'/isn't my son great story

-completely blames himself for everyone in his life being terrible

- it is his fault but only because he has no time for the decent people and spends all his time trying to predict and hide Anakins next fuck up

- is just a nice dude so everyone in his life tries to keep in contact and help him out even if he's a total drain who never replies and can't ever accept help

- convinced he got his job out of nepotism but its 100% just because he's good at it

- only attracted to people who are bad for him. If you aren't mean to him he thinks you hate him.

Cody-

- massively intelligent, massively competent, could have been anything but he's here, doing the job his dad refused to do himself And looking after his brothers

- his dad is just the worst guy ever but he refuses to acknowledge it as he doesn't think its fair on his siblings (they all hate the guy too and don't understand why he's so forgiving. Apart from the youngest who loves every part of their dad and hates Cody as he thinks he's competition)

- terrified of becoming Jango

- gets overwhelmed by any of the emotional stuff and so most of his siblings think they resent him but actually they are the only good thing in his life

- constantly doing stuff behind the scenes for his brothers but fucks up every time he tries to tell them he loves them

- his boss is a mess but actually a nice guy, why does he work here??? He tries to make the guy go home and eat and was trying to get him to resign as this place is eating him up but the guy just thought it was because he wanted his job and so promoted him so now they are like doing the same job??

- he refuses to acknowledge this because that guys boss is an arsehole (palps) so instead they are stuck in this passive aggressive race to do the others paperwork

- maybe a little bit in love with his boss but really embarrassed about it. Frankly, Cody deserves better than that guy who can't even remember to eat and unrequitedly loving your boss is such a cliche. Cody is above it

- has somehow unwillingly started looking out for Anakin though he knows it's a lost cause. Bails him out of jail sometimes when his brother (fox) tells him he's in the cells to save Obi Wan a job

- is pretty sure his boss is in some kind of cult and is just too nice to admit it. Knows nothing about the Jedi as he really doesn't need to. Assumes random people are jedi.

- his brothers are obsessed with the Jedi and very jealous that he shares a office with kenobi. Keep asking him to introduce them to random jedi/mention them in convo

- wants custody of his younger brothers but knows he has no chance. Keeps thinking if he works hard enough he can end the war and try and get them off their terrible guardians who are clearly only in it for the money. As it is, has to wait till his brothers are old enough to age out and come to him

Fox

- sings to himself (nobody will ever believe you)

- covertly 'steals' decommissioned clones. Nobody knows but they do think it's a bit strange how everyone on the guard is either injured or has some kind of personality flaw/Impulse control problem

- has a sweet tooth and has been known to steal the syrups from the senators tea room (a crime that is surely not worth the reward)

- likes to manufacture small inconveniences for people that wrong him or his brothers (a favourite game of Cody's)

- rarely goes to bed. When he does he just lays there plotting.

- Hates his boss. Hates him. Thinks everyone knows he's evil and nobody cares

- secretly obsessed with animals and children. Pretends he doesn't know how the stray tookas keep getting in the building (he's covertly feeding them)

-prematurely grey

- has a tally chart scratched in to the wall of his bunk for every senator that's wronged him or his brothers (its in code (there's a betting ring running the odds of what he's counting))

- convinced he's inheritly evil and that every one of his brothers is an incredible person to whom he's a great embarrassment

- doesn't let himself care about anyone but his brothers

- acts like he doesn't care about them and is always trying to get away from them but then fixes everything while they are sleeping

- has a collection of random shit he's found being thrown away in his office. Can't walk past anything free. Lots of sponsored things. Many mugs. Lots of bizarre shit, many hats.

- Always bringing suspicious smelling/ looking plants in to the guard halls. Most are plastic.

- has a line of chairs in the hall by his office for shiney's to sit on while they wait to Talk to him (no1 topic: why the hell aren't I dead. Did you have something to do with this?)

- saves Fives and fakes his death. soon realises the man is more trouble than he's worth it's a constant job for the guard keeping him from killing the chancellor. (even though Fox keeps telling him its not a conspiracy, everyone knows.(nobody knows)) Would do it again in a heart beat

- whenever anyone visits the guard he runs around trying to disguise any 'dead clones' that might be recognised (he's terrible at this. More than once he's handed someone a plant and told them to 'be a tree' he pretty much thinks that if their face is covered it's a done deal. He's tried to put a sticker over Fives tattoo more than once.) There's a guard commander running behind him actually disguising them.

Wolffe-

- very scary

- the softest of all

- can't say no to a shiny so tries to be intimidating so they won't ask

- whenever his batchers ask for something he says no and is mean about it and then does it covertly anyway

- will never admit it was him

- is one half of a pair. Him and his general are on a mission to adopt the whole gar

- someone keeps getting to the 'faulty' clones before they do

- him and Plo have a memorial on board for the vode they lost

- always knows what's going on with his batchers before they tell him. If they try and leave medbay early they get a message before they're out the door (is it automatically scheduled??? How does he know?)

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lovesbiggerthanpride · 2 years ago

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A stranger in need, a helping hand

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!reader

Summary: On a flight you don’t want to take, has you reaching out to someone. Literally.

Notes: Reader has flying anxiety. A little bit of flirting. Inspired by the prompt “Can you hold my hand?” This has been in my drafts for months and I need to stop being scared.

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Flights weren’t always a problem. Sometimes you’d get antsy when the plane would land, but takeoff? That was your least favorite part. Flying alone wasn't helping either.

Your mind was racing, dreading the upcoming minutes of the airplane making wide turns on the runway, accelerating, and eventually ascending into the “friendly” skies.

Because you had nowhere else to go, you decided to tap into a meditation exercise you’ve practiced over the years. Patting yourself on the back for choosing an aisle seat — which gave you more wiggle room. Anything to help you block out the ebb and flow of passengers getting settled and the staff making their pre-flight rounds.

Eyes fixed on the screen directly ahead while tapping your foot frantically. Arms crossed, but only momentarily. You unfold them to rummage through your purse, in search of relief, in the form of Dramamine, or anything that could pull your focus from the impending doom in your mind. The pill was inserted quickly, slowly dissolving on your tongue, making the wait more stressful. A swig of water to clear the taste. But you just couldn’t drink too much, because your plan was to not get up and use the lavatory.

What made this time miserable? The purpose of this trip was putting you over the edge. It had been six months since you bought a ticket and skipped town, neglecting the changes that were ultimately going to be part of your new normal. You had to come back eventually. Returning home was usually a thing to look forward to.

Not this time.

Nothing appeared to be going right and you needed something to change. So, you thought back to when life was in perfect motion. That was before you left everything you knew.

“Takeoffs are always the most fun part.”

Slowly, your eyes shifted to the passenger on your left. A man, possibly in your age bracket, or a year or two above it, was enjoying his comment a little too much. The soft, husky chuckle resonating in his throat. You were so caught up, you didn't even notice his presence until that very moment.

“Hmm,” you curtly responded. “Negative.”

“I see.” The man was amused by your sharp tone.

He probably meant well, trying to dissipate the obvious tension on your face and throughout your body.

Usually when you were very nervous, you would walk back and forth. There was no luxury in doing that. Cursing yourself for not inviting a friend to tag along.

But after you got interrupted by your rowmate, you had a few choices. He could leave you be to sulk; you could warm up to him, and strike up a conversation. Or maybe this topical remedy would settle and you could doze off, temporarily forgetting why you was on this blasted plane.

“We are taking orders now. Can I get you anything for when we get going?”

A firm “No" escaped from your lips. Immediately, the embarrassment for barking at the flight attendant rose within you. Giving a faint smile, you apologized. “Maybe later.”

“Not a problem,” the woman grinned. “How about you, sir?"

After thinking for a moment, the man requested, “A bottle of water and a whiskey, please, if you have any.”

You kept your focus on him while he thanked the attendant, taking note of his face. Distinctive mustache, with a hint of stubble framing the face. The strongest jawline you had ever seen. He seemed friendly, with a smile so beautiful and warm. Very handsome, to be honest. At least there was eye candy next to you.

The abrupt sound of the speaker interrupted your observation.

“Good morning, everyone, this is your Captain speaking…”

As instructions were given and a brief weather report was featured, your breathing hitched. Trying every trick in the book to level with your brain, that this would be fine. you’d make it to D.C. safely. But it was clear, you hated this.

And so it began. The excruciatingly slow part of the plane backing up and moving forward, making those wide turns. If you could just blink and have already landed, you’d be set. But life didn’t work that way and you didn’t have enough superpowers or ins with the universe to make this happen.

You triple-checked the seatbelt that was around your waist. Using an excuse to look out the window, to somehow trick your mind, you moved your head to the left. The man with the mustache was so relaxed, gazing out the window too. You were envious. Maybe he knew something you didn’t.

“Excuse me?”

The kindest pair of brown eyes met yours.

“Yes?”

Your voice was strained, but the words began to flow. “I don't normally do this. But can I hold your hand? When we take off? I need something to anchor me. I'm not even sure if this medicine I took will work. I'm just very nervous and I can’t even stay calm right now. But I need to because if I don't, I'll be a wreck.”

“You're in luck," he replied. "My hands are very available for holding.”

Surprised that he would say yes to a stranger, you nodded in thanks, grasping his hand. You weren’t expecting his palm to be so large, delicately covering your hand. Arms dangling over the small partition.

With a long exhale, your eyes snapped shut.

“What's your name?”

“What?”

The man nudged your shoulder and calmly asked again. “Your name. I probably should get it before you use me.”

Quickly, you answered, hoping you didn’t look absolutely shocked with his coy honesty.

“Nice to meet you. I'm Javi.”

His voice was soothing. Low. A little seductive, but with a sense of familiarity that you appreciated. Like hearing a narrator describe nature's wonders on a documentary.

“Hi. Hi, Javi.”

The conversation only lasted a minute, but it got your mind off the fact that the plane was starting to rise.

When Javi called your name, it felt like a warm, comforting hug.

“Yes?”

“You got this. Keep squeezing my hand if you’re anxious. You're going to be okay.”

Sure enough, you took up on his offer. The first ascent wasn't too bad, but you didn't feel totally confident.

"Where are you from?"

"D.C.," you said, actually opening your eyes, finding the willpower to take deeper breaths.

"Nice. Going home?”

"I don't know,” you admitted with hesitation. "It's my first time on the East Coast in a few months."

"Oh, okay. A visit?”

There was no need to divulge in details, so you abruptly moved the conversation forward.

"For now, yes. You?"

"Going there for work."

Another sharp and fast climb; it made your stomach drop again and you squealed, but not in the fun, "ooh, this is great" kind of way. Your rowmate took it in stride, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

"Hey, you're doing great."

As his thumb gently massaged the space between your thumb and index finger, you realized he was distracting you from the elements. Maybe he was a pediatrician, counselor, or teacher, having the experience to make someone feel more at ease. Either way, he was helping, and you were grateful.

"Thank you."

The speaker turned on and the Captain announced they had reached the ideal altitude and would be cruising.

"Are you doing alright?"

"Mmhmm," you softly spoke, finally beginning to relax. Or was it a combination of the medicine and a physical reminder that you’d be okay?

The flight attendant returned with Javi’s drinks.

"Thank you so much," he accepted, crossing your body with his left hand.

Feeling another round of silly, you released your power grip. "I'm sorry."

"None of that,” he reassured, moving the small cup into his right hand. "You're fine. If you need to grab my hand again, please do."

For the first time since you arrived at the airport, you smiled. At him.

Javi softly chuckled, before taking a sip.

"What," your eyebrows lowered, thinking something had gone awry.

"You have the most beautiful smile.”

You weren’t expecting to receive a compliment. Relaxing your face, you turned away, well aware your cheeks had started to feel warm with embarrassment.

“You’re very kind. Thank you.”

"Do you need anything?"

Glancing back at him, you admitted, "I think I'm going to take a nap."

He winked. "That sounds amazing, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Pressing the seat belt loose, stretching your legs, you found a decent position to rest, allowing your eyelids to droop.

Maybe the universe was working on something.

Thanks for reading. 💙

@moralesfish, @fireproofmarta, @katareyoudrilling, @nicolethered, @kirsteng42, @littlemisspascal, @miss-mandalorian, @heythere-mel

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x F!reader #Javier Peña x Female reader #mellie's fics #Javier Peña fanfiction #Javier Peña x you

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nicnacsnonsense · 2 years ago

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(For anyone seeing this in the notes, this is building off a thoughtful counter argument from @halfeatenmoon which is not showing in the notes, presumably because of the links)

I think another point to be made here is that OP is discussing colonization & idealized masculinity as practiced by the mainstream British culture, but Izzy is a pirate. He is counterculture; his beliefs and values do not necessarily align with the mainstream cultures expectations.

The frequent problem with countercultures is that their attempts to challenge mainstream culture often only end up feeding back into it. That’s because while they have their specific grievances with the mainstream, they rarely question the underlying systems or unpack the implicit prejudices they’ve picked up from mainstream culture.

So it’s true that Izzy does not perform the stoic and refined version of masculinity idealized by the British Empire nor does he expect Ed to perform it, because piracy instead values masculinity that is overtly aggressive and violent. However, Izzy has not unpacked the underlying mainstream racist beliefs that as a brown person Ed is inherently violent and vicious — to the contrary he seems very confident that this is Ed’s true nature — and that Ed needs Izzy, a white man, to manage him. And even Izzy respecting Ed’s intelligence only holds true in terms of Ed using that intelligence in service to piracy & violent. Ultimately I don’t think Izzy valuing Ed’s ability to be clever in service to violence is that fundamentally different from the Empire valuing the natural physical prowess they believe MOC have because of their supposedly violent nature.

And to be clear, I don’t know if Izzy is explicitly thinking about it in terms of race in his head. Maybe he is, but maybe he isn’t. If next season Izzy had a bit of dialogue where he asserted that he doesn’t care about race, only about the individual, he’s colorblind, then I would fully believe that he believes that. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have unconscious biases that affect the way he judges people without his realizing it. Furthermore, I don’t think it’s impossible that Izzy, the person, has in fact come to the conclusions based solely on his experiences with Ed as an individual and his assessment would have been the same regardless of Ed’s race, however, I think it would be absolutely ridiculous to ignore that Izzy the character thinks he the white man needs to manage Ed the “violent” brown man in this story that spends a lot of time challenging colonialist narratives.

I also just want to touch on OP’s concerns about the idea of Izzy manipulating Ed into a caricature of violence and making Ed Izzy’s puppet and how that can also steal Ed’s autonomy and play into racist narratives. First, I do very much agree that we need to be careful about not crossing the line between Izzy’s actions add context to what Ed did and Izzy’s actions absolve Ed of responsibility for what he did. I would call it a reactive decision by Ed rather than an active one, but he still made the decision.

I also would note the distinction here between Izzy forcing Ed into this decision and manipulating him into it. Izzy didn’t manipulate Ed; he’s not very good at manipulation to be honest. Izzy made some explicit demands as to how he wants Ed to behave, and then backed them up with an implicit threat (“Ed better watch his step”). Izzy has proven willing to follow through on threats, and sending him away last time only resulted in him returning with the British Navy in tow. Threatening Izzy into backing down wouldn’t work either, since that effectively means Ed is behaving the way Izzy wants him to. That leaves Ed’s options as complying with Izzy’s demands or killing Izzy basically, and Ed chooses the former. Does turn Ed into a weapon in the hands of a white man? Yeah, kind of, but that’s the point. Ed going Kraken is illustrative of him being denied the chance to explore who he wants to be now, and pushed back into a role he no longer wishes to fill because that’s what Izzy is demanding of him. It was a bad thing that happened to lead into a cliffhanger.

This does not mean that the correct solution for Ed is Stede offering the gateway to escape through aristocracy. Why would Stede want Ed to go there; that’s the place that Stede just escaped from. Framing it as piracy vs gentry is just playing into the false dichotomy (which isn’t even really a dichotomy since both choices are really only superficially different at the end of the day) that the story is trying to subvert. I think you could argue that Stede is offering a gateway to escape, but it’s not by granting Ed access to the gentry. Stede offers a gateway to escape because he’s the kind of person who looks at a culture of abuse and thinks “Why? And also, what if it weren’t like that?”

The more I think about it the more I dislike interpretations that Izzy is forcing Ed to be violent and The Kraken coming out is Izzy fault entirely where he’s manipulating Ed to be this way because of masculine ideals. I think I said it before, but white men don’t want moc to be violent. When it comes to racial stereotypes, they’re utilized as a way to hold up specific structures of white supremacy. For Polynesia, and the Māori specifically, viewing them as “savages” who idolize violence and are a danger was used as a justification for their colonization. It was a tool leveraged against them to push for “civilizing” the native population, where the focus on their body came with two goals: 1. Justify colonialism by saying that the Māori were inherently violent and in need of English intervention and 2. Isolate their physical skill as a positive where they could then funnel Māori men into roles of manual labor.

When talking about roles of masculinity, Izzy isn’t an example of British masculinity to be revered. In Britain, class trumps masculinity where Izzy’s distinctively working class demeanor could never be held up as an ideal. This is different than in American (and New Zealand too actually!) where working class aesthetics are fetishized and appropriated. In England, however, the ideal was to be stoic. You had control over your emotions, you didn’t swear, you were refined. Izzy’s outbursts and tantrums would never be held up as ways to celebrate masculinity, they’d be looked down upon as uncultured.

It doesn’t make sense to interpret Izzy as weaponizing race to force Ed into a position of a violent moc. This stereotype isn’t one that serves white supremacy in that context. The Blackbeard we know, which is violent, wild, vicious and brilliant, is one that the British hate. It threatens their livelihood and pokes holes in their view of whiteness as absolute and impenetrable. You can’t view Izzy as aligning with colonialism while also saying that he is forcing Ed into this racial stereotype. Especially when historically, you’re looking at an incomplete and decontextualized caricature.

Like I said before, Māori men were stereotyped (and still are) of having their bodies and physical skills valued above all else. This came hand in hand with diminishing their intelligence and painting them as mentally deficient. There’s a specific history of European colonizers forcing Māori schools to remove academics from their program and to only teach agriculture and other manual skills like that. When the stereotype of the violent native exists, it’s one that has to be careful to not threaten the inherent supremacy of whiteness, which means it gets coupled with this idea of “purity” of the native as well. They’re violent and brutal, but that’s because they’re closer to “primitive” and are acting out on their basic instincts. Therefore, they need to be pushed into the proper career fields where their physical talents can be used productively. There’s a romanticization almost, of viewing this violence as child-like and in need of correction. Hence, the need to civilize them.

I just don’t think this context works with the way Izzy interacts with Edward. Izzy is never trying to control Edward or to position himself as above him. He values him for his intelligence and his brilliance. He never wants to captain Edward, and happily accepts a role of subordination to him. This is a position that doesn’t fit within white supremacy where whiteness can never be seen as second class to a poc. Even when valuing moc’s physical skill above white men’s, it’s done with a caveat that this proves white men’s superiority because that means they’re able to best moc based on intelligence alone.

So, we know that the masculinity Izzy presents isn’t the one that is idolize. That Edward having angry outbursts and violent tendencies isn’t working within the ideals of British masculinity. We know that Edward’s violence isn’t something white supremacy would encourage because that’s not how white supremacy functions. And we know that the way Izzy interacts with Ed is at complete odds to white supremacist viewpoints where whiteness can never be placed as subordinate to a poc.

But, if you want to see a place that this white supremacy does show up, you can look to the British navy as a much more cut and dry example of how Ed’s violence and physical ability is treated under colonization.

At no point in the show do we ever see the navy talk about Ed as someone who is intelligent. He’s the legendary Blackbeard, yes, but that isn’t said with admiration. When the navy jumps to accept Ed’s Act of Grace this is because it represents a symbol of English superiority where Blackbeard is able to be brought down and under control. In the same vein, we can see how this can also be used as a way where Edward can act as an example of the civilizing of an Indigenous man. When Edward shaves his beard, dresses in uniform, and conforms to the rules of the navy, he is for the first time exemplifying British masculinity. Ideals of stoicness, cleanliness, rule abiding, orderly. These are all things that make up British identity, not anger or out of control violence. Edward’s surrender is valuable because it signifies that the British goal of “civilizing” poc is working, and allows him to act as an example of that. This goes alongisde a history of Māori men being valued in white society exclusively for their ability in either war or sports, where there’s a precedence of Māori men in the army specifically as something to celebrate.

In a way, you can view Blackbeard the pirate and Edward, the king’s soldier, as playing out a fantasy of white supremacy where this dichotomy showcases the binary view of Māori men and their masculinity. Consider this film analysis of Crooked Earth as an exmple.

There’s a distinct polarization here, another reason why I’d strongly disagree with the assertion that Ed post-Act of Grace is living his truest, most happy self.

So, again, I just? Don’t vibe with the idea that Izzy is forcing Ed to act out a caricature of violence. I think there’s too much complexity Izzy affords to Ed for him to view Ed as a caricature, and that him valuing Ed’s intelligence is inherently at odds with the colonialist view of Māori men. More than that, I think taking away Ed’s agency and portraying him as someone who is being manipulated into violence against his will, plays into ideals of presenting Māori men as mentally deficient in comparison to white men. It continues a viewpoint that they’re simply misguided and acting out on their baser instincts. By presenting Ed as a puppet to Izzy, Ed loses his autonomy and becomes a weapon in the hands of white men. (and also opens up a LOT of questionable assumptions about what it means to then view Stede as a gateway for Ed to escape that life by presenting aristocracy as an alternative which imo would be a much more cut and dry example of how the British view moc as a project of civilizing) When in reality, Ed has purposefully crafted his image of Blackbeard as a way of utilizing his reputation in careful directed ways to elevate his pirating career.

Also, because I’m trying to encourage people to always check sources and look things up for themselves but am too lazy to do in text citations, if you want to read more about Māori masculinity, colonization, and violence here’s a few sources! [x] [x] [x] [x]

(just saying but even tho I am a poc, I am not Māori and I’m also in the process of learning more!)

#ofmd #edward teach #izzy hands

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merakiui · 3 years ago

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Just one coherent thought right now.

(cw: yandere, female reader, kidnapping/captivity, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, mention of implied baby-trapping/forced pregnancy)

You’re a widowed mother who has recently gone through a tragic time. It feels like your life is in absolute shambles until you begin a relationship with the handsome and mysterious Azul Ashengrotto, who seems to be made of money and practically sweeps you off your feet with his charm. He solves most of your problems with his wealth and the hole in your heart is filled with his sweet adoration for you. It’s a perfect relationship; everyone around you seems charmed by your gentle, motherly behavior and sob story. A pair of twins, Jade and Floyd, are especially drawn to you and your adorable child. They work for Azul and they’ll often pop in for spontaneous visits. Your child thinks they’re so much fun to play with, but you’re unnerved by their sharp smiles and lingering presence.

Azul isn’t a terrible lover, but the truth is that you have no feelings for him and you’ve been lying to him this whole time. You’re just swindling him—putting on a clever act in order to steal all sorts of things from him before ultimately breaking up with him once you’ve garnered a satisfying amount. It was working well, too. Azul was caught up in you; you pretended to be caught up in him. But you make the mistake of trying to end the relationship after a year and a half of this charade. Azul won’t have it; he refuses to let you break up with him. And for the first time since you met him, you see an ugly side to the normally composed man who speaks with a tongue of pure silver. He’s far too emotional and it frightens you.

Naturally you pack your bags after that, intending to slip out of his house with your child and what you’ve stolen without his knowledge. Your child can’t seem to understand your urgency when you shake them awake and explain that you’ll be taking a break from Mr. Azul. They’re saddened by your admission, but they follow you through the shadows as you tug them along. And you almost make it out.

But then someone’s strong arms are wrapping around your waist and yanking you against their chest in a bruising hold. You hear your child’s delighted giggle as they exclaim, “Mr. Floyd!” and allow the tall man to gather them in his arms, happily twirling them. Your blood runs cold and you stop struggling the minute a blade is pressed into your throat. Jade’s low threat barely reaches your ears and the fear of what they’ll do to you and your child, coupled with the already mounting anxiety about escaping, is too much to bear. You fall unconscious in his grasp, heart racing impossibly fast.

And when you wake the following morning, you’ll find yourself shackled in a strange room you’ve never seen before. It’s soundproofed and reminds you of a room in a hospital. There aren’t any dangerous objects in here—nothing you can use as a weapon or a tool to free yourself. It’s as if you’ve been placed in a padded cell and these cuffs serve as your straitjacket. Azul’s standing in the doorway with a tray of breakfast and a disappointed glint in his stormy eyes. You’re begging him to let you go, spouting anything and everything in hopes that it’ll get through to him. Most of all, you want to know what he did to your child. He can do whatever he wants to you; you just need to know your precious baby is safe and sound. He tells you, almost dismissively, that Jade and Floyd have taken them out for the day. They’re in good hands.

As for you… Azul explains that you seem to have forgotten your manners when you attempted to leave him in the dead of night. Fortunately, chains are reliable and his love for you is vast and true. You’ll learn that your rightful place is at his side as his lover. He’s willing to forgive every lie and stolen thing if you’ll admit your wrongdoings and choose to stay with him. Not that you’re given much of a choice in that matter, but he’d like to hear the words come directly from your mouth nonetheless.

He can provide you and your child with the stability you need. You won’t have to resort to lying and stealing in order to get by. And even if you’d rather die than live in captivity with him, there’s no getting out of those shackles. He’ll wait for you to give in, even if it takes a while. In the meantime, he’ll act as a wonderful father towards your unsuspecting child. They’re only told that their mommy hasn’t been feeling well lately and is being kept in a special room until recovery. And they believe him because, in their eyes, Mr. Azul would never tell a lie. He’s sincere and kind; he spoils them rotten. There’s no way he could ever be bad.

Perhaps Azul will need to domesticate you so that you’ll stop snapping at him whenever he enters your room, spewing cruel, demeaning insults and curses as if they’re flames. Maybe you’ll grow softer if you’re given a reason to be gentle. Maybe he should give you another child to remind you of what a good mommy you are and will continue to be. <3

And if not him, why not Jade and Floyd? Why not all three of them? They wouldn’t mind raising a child alongside you. It would be even better if they gave you twins or triplets. You’ll certainly be domesticated by then, won’t you?

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #octavinelle is on the mind today orz #the three of them taking turns in that room while your child remains completely oblivious #they just think their dear mother is ill :( oh ignorance is truly bliss

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sweet-villain · 2 years ago

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Lies~5~You Choose Eddie

Part 4

Author's Note : This is just one out of three choices, two more are coming. This can be read as stand alone if you want it to be

Author's Note : Don't want to choose Eddie? Here's Steve

Choose You

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" It's always a losing game with you, isn't it?" Steve asks as he leans against his BMW. You had called him to come over that you needed to talk to him and right as he got out of his car and by the look on your face, he knew.

" I'm sorry, Steve. I am. But I don't love you like you love me" you shake your head. He looks out to the other houses with his hands in his jacket pockets feeling the tears coming.

" I can't believe you're choosing him over me" he chuckled. " Munson is a lucky guy" he looks back at you. His eyes are glossy with tears. You can see his heart breaking in his eyes. He takes his hands out of his jack pockets and runs them through his mane of hair.

" I hope you'll forgive me" he sniffs as tears run down his cheeks and his breath is shaking as he tries to find his breathing. He can't believe you weren't choosing to be with him. He wanted you. He was always there for you and you took his heart and dropped it into the trash.

" You'll always be my best friend, Stevie" He laughs, as he nods with a sniffle. Friend. Best Friend. That was all he was good for in your life.

" Don't call me that" he shakes his head, " It's Steve or Harrington"

There is silence between the two of you. You can tell he's hurting a lot right now and yet he's still standing there waiting for something. He's frozen on the spot.

" I hope he makes you happy after everything he put you through" Steve says, genuinely. Steve wants you to be with happy even if he doesn't like the fact that he won't be the man to do so.

" Thank you, you're going to find someone Steve. I promise you" he shrugs.

" I don't know about that" you sigh as you pull him into a hug knowing it will be the last one for awhile. He wraps his arms around you, taking a deep breathe of your scent as it calms him down a bit as he holds you. You two stand like that for a while as his face is buried in your hair and your head is on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

He pulls away with the tears dry from his face and he looks like he's okay.

" I'll see you" he says, it's hurtful but you understand watching as he got into his car, starting it. He looks at you through the window. You place your hand on top of the glass and he does it too, he sends you a smile as you step back. You watch him drive off as you raced inside to get your jacket.

The drive to Eddie's trailer wasn't that long. Eddie hears the sound of a car driving up as he peers out the window and his eyes are glued to you as you get out of the car. His heart races watching you walk up the trailer and then he hears it. The knock. You were here.

He combs his fingers through his hair and races to the door, tripping over his feet on the way over. You hear a stumble then a quick " fuck" before the door opens and leaning over the door is Eddie.

" What was that?" you asked motioning inside. He looks back inside the trailer and scratches the side of his head.

" I tripped over my feet" you giggled and Eddie swore his heart grew 100 times bigger. " Can I come in?" you ask. He steps aside and you brush past him, the hint of cigarettes, pine and his shampoo hit your nose.

" it's been a minute since I've been here" your eyes roam over the hanging cups on the wall as your eyes settle on him. He stands there chewing on his hair as he bounces on his feet, feeling nervous.

" I still fall asleep with you on my mind and as much hurt you caused me, I will never stop loving you Eddie. Never" His breath hitched and the piece of hair he was chewing on, drops as he takes a step towards you. The jingle of his chain on his pants is the only sound you hear besides your racing heart beating against your chest.

" I'm not leaving here without you telling me how you feel. Don't bullshit me, tell me what your so scared of" you offer your hand to him, palm facing up. Eddie glances at your hand as his own reaches for it as he laces his hand with yours.

" Who said I wanted you to leave? I want you to stay" his other hand comes up cupping your face as his thumb runs over your cheek.

" I'll only stay if you talk to me" He chews on the inside of his cheek as he feels his heart racing and he's sure yours is too from the way your looking at him.

" Okay, but smile for me.. I want to see it, sweetheart" his thumb runs over your lips, you kiss it first before the smile appears on your lips. It was one of his favorite things about you.

" I care so much about you, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you in the beginning, I was scared that once I'll give my heart to you, you'll leave and crush it in your hands. I can't lose you, you're my one and only. I was so stupid to look at Chrissy, because you deserved to be looked at like that. You deserved to be loved like that, I want it to be me. I want an us. I don't want you to choose anyone else, I won't take it. I don't want you to leave. I want to be able to love you" he kneels down on his knees as he grabs a hold of your waist, wrapping his arm around you.

Your fingers run through the mop of his curls.

" I'm never going to leave you, Eddie. I'm always going to love you, I'm scared too. But let's be scared together, let's be in love together, let's figure this out, together. It's okay to be scared, I'm here and I'm leaving you"

He perches his head on your stomach as he looks up at you with his brown doe eyes, " Promise?"

" Promise" you nod. He stands up and cups your face as kisses you pouring his love into the kiss. There were many more to come but this was the one that made you want him, more than ever.

He was yours. You were his.

Steve had gotten over his feelings for you and found a girl that he was more than happy to introduce you too. You were happy for him and Eddie was more than happy to go on dates with them. Corroded Coffin ended up getting a gig which lend them in the eye of a producer that was at that gig. They got big, Eddie had traveled the world, touring, with you by his side but then one night changed everything.

" Eddie" you call out to him from the back of the tour bus. He peeked over the table he was sitting at waiting for you to tell him what you wanted to tell him. You walk up to him with something in your hands, when Eddie sees what it was, his eyes get big.

" I want to see a doctor to be sure" you lay the pregnancy test on the table as you watch him. He nervously takes it in his hands reading that it's positive. He looks up at you with his brown doe eyes shining with tears.

" Oh Eddie" he flies out of his seat as he wraps his arms around you, holding you. He pulls away and his eyes get wide again.

" I'm going to be a dad!" you nod, laughing as he shoots his arms in the air and runs out of the bus looking for his bandmates, but not before he races back to you and pulls you into a kiss.

" I love you, sweetheart" he runs back out with his arms up in the air screaming that's he's going to be a dad.

" The most metal best dad in the world" you say walking out of the bus in search for him.

#eddie munson x reader #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #jewls writes

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rebouks · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Curtis's Container Commune!

SUBMISSIONS CLOSED

Or.. it will be a commune one day, but he needs a hand or two first! Technically seven extra pairs of hands... As of right now, all Curtis has is an empty container and a vision! That vision is a self-sufficient community, a greener world and hopefully some nicer digs.

Sure he has no money, the air is putrid, the soil barren... There's no stove, no proper bathroom, no beds, no food, no power, no water, uh.. we'll stop there, but you get the picture. It's gonna be great, right?!

Tired of the rat race? Want to get your hands dirty? Parents kicked you outta their basement? Wanna make some new friends.. maybe more?! Look no further!

Please send your applications to the former Cassidy residence as Curtis doesn't have a mailbox yet (warning: Cassie will read them all)

You might be asking; Becca, what the hell is this? Well... It's a rags to riches style mini "BC" I suppose.. though also, not really 🤔 The idea being that Curty here builds up a container community with seven other sims, since he's the jade generation of the NSB2 challenge... Maybe he finds love, maybe not? I guess you could consider it a rough take on a BC since he could fall in love with one of em? But obviously there's no roses, challenges, dates or eliminations and some sims may leave due to.. idk, not being able to cope, falling out with members of the community, whatever else?? We're wingin' it here as per, so we'll see what happens.

IMPORTANT NOTE: As of right now I'm on patch 1.89.214.1030 and have no plans to update. Any submissions need to be made/have been made for this patch or earlier. I'm sorry to potentially cut some of you off from submitting but I'm just not willing to potentially break my game for this shit lmao.

Info: Curtis is a vegetarian, recycle disciple, green fiend with the Eco Innovator aspiration aka the Jade Gen of the NSB2.

Seven sims will be chosen! (I learnt my lesson last time, no more!!)

Occults are allowed but ehhh.. not preferred.

All sims/genders/sexualities are welcome! YA preferred.

Sims may have jobs, likes and dislikes, freelance careers etc if you wish but we're sticking it to the man for the most part, so..?

Curtis is a dummy so he's not screening this shit. Obviously handy sims, gardeners etc etc would be the most use but if you wanna throw a squeamish spanner in the works, go ahead!

In a similar vein, feel free to give 'em some skills!

Sims may not bring any money with them. We're starting from 0!

I have all packs/kits except journey to Shituu and High School whatever it is.

At least one outfit per category.

CC allowed but keep it light on the clothes plx, no alpha hair either.

Give 'em as much or as little backstory as you wish. They're ultimately just gameplay sims so you don't have to go nuts if you can't be arsed.

Any in game traits allowed but keep it real y'know.. 3 traits only and no custom traits plx!

Wicked Whims is in effect 👀

Non "winners" or sims that choose to leave may stay in my game as a townie or be returned to their creator.

Hmmmm.. I think that's it? Idk.. any questions or w/e shoot me a dm!

Bear in mind this is simple gameplay so posts will just be like my regular gp posts, it's not gonna be some big production with dialogue or anything. I just felt like bringing some other peoples sims along for a fun little experiment to spice things up.

Tag me and your simmies with #Curtis'sCommune so I can see em! Deadline for submissions is August 30th (ish). I have a busy two weeks coming up so this may be longer if I can't get my shit together.. or shorter if I get a ridiculous amount. Somnium is my baby and comes first so this is gonna be real chill! Curtis is still a teen atm so it's all gooood, I won't be starting straight away.

#ts4 #sims 4 #curtis #Curtis'sCommune #idk wtf to tag this as lmao #it's hardly a bc #😂#just my regular gameplay but with your simmies knocking around to spice things up #god knows the eco asspirations are boring af so i need something to get me through this gen lmaoo

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mrssnivellussnape · 3 years ago

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Gif credits to yours truly

Day II

I Despise You Sometimes.

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Requested: #8 angst

Prompt: “Quiet. I’m sick of hearing your voice.”

An: A lot of you actually requested this one lol and I’m kind of obsessed with how this turned out, so here you go! 🖤🖤

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Angst hehe, yelling, cursing, choking (not in the good way) a bit of domestic violence truthfully, and broken hearts

Disclaimer: I do not promote violence such as this!

Saturday, one of your favorite days and always the best to wrap up the week. There was absolutely no need to work, due to you always preparing on Friday, and the urge to rush for something was usually left for Sunday.

You regularly had to make Severus promise that he would do absolutely no work or grade any assignments on Saturday; you hated him being hunched over his desk grading all day. Once he began, there was no stopping him until he was finished, or until he deemed his work complete for the day.

Spending the day with your husband was infinitely better than the responsibilities that came with being an adult. Cooking for him was enjoyable since it routinely led to Severus helping you. You’d both either read a book in comfortable silence or vent to each other about either of your earlier day.

It wasn’t until you heard the slamming of your front door that you jumped out of your reverie. It hadn’t taken long for you to see the face of the man making harsh strides to the kitchen, calming somewhat when he’d seen your face.

He stepped up towards you, bringing your face to his and kissing you deeply. The knife that’d previously been being used fell to the counter, forcing you two apart at the loud clang.

“What was that for?” You smiled, flushing moderately.

“I have to tell you something.” He responded.

He hadn’t shown any other expression except urgent and you’d known whatever he had to say wasn’t going to be good. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

Grabbing your hand and leading you to the leather sofa, Severus made sure you sat down, “I did something.”

You nodded at the vague admittance, “Alright.”

“Something that I won’t be able to take back.” He’d started pacing, briefly stopping to look you in the eyes.

“What do you mean something you can’t take back?” Immediately, your mind started to race, thinking of the many possibilities. You were trying to push out the creeping thought that he’d cheated. He was a loyal husband, he’d had no need to cheat on you anyway. So you thought.

That was when his pacing started back up. He avoided your gaze now, visibly anxious at what your response would be to his next words, “I took an Unbreakable Vow… with Narcissa…”

His last words were just barely above his regular drawl, still, you heard it. There were a multitude of things that could’ve caused him to have done so, with Narcissa nonetheless. “About what, Severus?”

You’d said his first name and he knew from experience that he needed to choose his words wisely, with the most important part first. Everything else could be added in later. “Should Draco fail to complete the task the Dark Lord has given him, I am to carry out the deed ordered to Draco.” He roughly recited.

You were speechless, frozen dead in your seat. A feeling inside you had started to erupt, both parts a mixture between anger and sadness, and fear and determination. The only other way out of an Unbreakable Vow was death and if he’d taken a vow, the situation had to be worse than serious.

“What… what’s the task?” Unable to look him in the eyes, you spoke.

He didn’t answer right away, but when he did, you wished he hadn’t, “To kill Albus.”

You’d known fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the thing you knew but were trying so desperately to un-know. Fear for someone else, you’d felt that daily for Severus. And there was the hopelessness that ultimately came with it; the feeling of being aware that sometimes there was nothing you could do.

This wasn’t the same fear you felt as a child learning how to ride your first broom or when you were away from home and no longer with your parent(s). No, quite the opposite. It was a kind of fear telling you that there wasn’t going to be a happy ending, regardless of the outcome. You knew, you knew Severus knew. The only ending would be an unhappy one.

You felt sick, your hands had started to shake and you couldn’t help the trembling of your lower lip. The bile that was threatening to come up was being pushed back down with the fact that Severus was still in front of you for now. “What are we going to do?”

“I have to kill Albus, Y/n. There’s no way around this.” He was well versed with the fact that there was nothing the two of you could do about this. He’d found time to be acquainted with knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this alive, he’d tried avoiding thinking about that around you, but he was finding it increasingly harder. “Bella was there.”

“What’d she say?” You sniffled, wiping your eyes.

“She initiated it,” he sighed. “She put the thought in Narcissa’s head, truthfully. We were almost done, I’d almost gotten them out of that forsaken house, but that, that-”

You shook your head, “Bitch. That bitch.” You’d supplied. He wasn’t going to say it, in spite of how much he couldn’t stand her.

“I have to do it.” He was adamant.

You weren’t. “No, Severus, you don’t. We’ll find a way around it, there has to be something in a book about how to conquer them.”

“Find a way around it, and conquer them? Do you hear yourself? There is no way around this!” Severus shouted. His anger from the day and the eerie feeling of fear were bleeding into him now, and he was unfortunate enough to be taking it out on you.

You stood now, angrily, piercing his eyes with an icy stare, “What do you expect me to do, Severus! Huh?! I’m not standing by while you get yourself killed!” Your voice had risen a number of octaves.

He watched as you made your way towards the stairs, “Dumbledore asked me to kill him. I agreed.” Came the confession.

You covered your mouth with your shaky hands, an expression of shame and anguish washing over you and sweeping you under in an unsuspecting tide. “How could you…”

“He’s dying, Y/n; he damn near begged me to.” He admitted. “He found the ring. He said he recognized it as the Resurrection Stone, something he desired for a long time - he wouldn’t give me the reason, nor did I press for the answer. He’d lost his sense, love; he forgot it could’ve been… something, and put it on. The curse immediately applied its effects.

“He managed to contain the curse, found a way to slow its spread. It helped him from dying at once. He came to me and I was able to aid him further with a potion and a hand full of incantations, unfortunately, the curse remained in his right hand.” Severus brushed a trembling hand down his face, covering his eyes momentarily before speaking again, “I informed him that the curse would get through, eventually kill him. I was angry, angry that he’d so foolishly done that, something that was unlike a man of his caliber. He should’ve known better.

“After learning that he had no more than a year to live, wanting to avoid a, in his words, humiliating death, he’s requested that I kill him…” Were his final words.

Your face was in your hands at what you’d just been told. Not only was your husband forced into an Unbreakable, he was ordered to kill the man he’d regrettably come to admire and respect. It wasn’t fair. For Severus or you, but mostly Severus.

“When I asked where you’d disappeared to last week, and you’d told me-” You were interrupted.

“It was to help Albus.” Severus confirmed.

A loud breath was heard released from your mouth, “And when you came home, when I asked you about your day and you’d told me everything but that, you knew you’d have to kill him?”

“Yes.”

You sat still. Allowing a substantial amount of silence to sit in the air before you talked again, “I can’t fucking believe you right now.”

“Excuse me?” He had the nerve to sound affronted.

But you stood up now, not eye level with him, yet enough for him to see the venom swirling in your eyes, “Quiet. I’m sick of hearing your voice.” You hissed.

Brushing past him, you violently bumped his shoulder, going back to mince your vegetables. He followed you, astonished by the fact that you were upset - angry - with him.

“Now you’re tired of hearing my voice when a second ago you were ready to cry your heart out?” His tone sounded accusatory, as if you were the one to blame.

Deep down you both knew neither of you were at fault. Neither of you were acting mature, besides you were positive anyone else in your situation wouldn’t have been either. You were playing the hand you were dealt, albeit rather horribly, but still playing. Your cards just happened to be lamentable.

“How dare you throw that back in my face!” You pointed the sharp knife at him.

He was smart enough to back up when his angry wife was wielding a knife, none the wiser to drop the discussion, though. “Ironic, aren’t you? Weren’t you just blaming me for the situation I’ve been put in?”

“You could’ve said no, you rat bastard!” Of course you’d known he couldn’t, that still didn’t stop your heart from breaking at the fact.

“I could’ve said...” He mockingly chuckled. “You’re correct, I could’ve. While I was at it, though, I could’ve said no to a lot of things: saving my godson from losing his soul, stopping Dumbledore from leaving in a more humbling way, giving up nearly two decades of acting as a bloody spy for a fucking maniac and a man who’s maneuvered me like a fucking puppet on strings for him!” He shouted.

You flinched at his volume, screaming out, “Next time, maybe don’t go running to your master when you hear another prophecy!”

The room fell silent except for the rushed strides of Severus coming towards you. “Out of all the things I’ve done, you’ve always been my biggest regret.” He spat.

He’d earned himself a slap that had brought with it a sequence of events. The harsh sting you’d left on his cheek made him turn his head back to you after a minute of registering what’d you’d done. He slammed your back into the wall by your throat, tightening it when he felt your nails scratching at his wrist. Not once did he let up at the look in your eyes, or the tear that escaped his.

The only thing to stop him had been the excruciating burn of his Dark Mark. In an instant, he released your throat, ignoring your gasps of breath and the horrifying cough you let out afterwards. You fell to your knees, desperate for air, seeking the need to breathe. The last thing you heard hadn’t been an apology, nor Severus asking if you were alright. It’d been the sound of the door slamming and causing you to flinch accompanied by the distinct sound of Severus apparating away.

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