#this is pure stunt from when it starts to where it finishes

[persephoneflouwers]

ohh, it's because this fandom has a dose of motivational texts and photo quotes every time harry gets into stunts, it's like they want to convince themselves that he's going the right way lol

Everyone finds comfort in what they want.

For me it’s humour and snarky comments. The dramatic, apologetic responses are not my thing haha

[adventuringblind]

Entitled To You (3.6K words)

Norstaptri x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: An incident with Lance sends the boys into a frenzy. She just wants to do what she loves.

Warnings: Explicit depictions of r@pe, injury descriptions, panic attacks, Oscar plots a murder, Lando throws hands, Car crashes, Author doesn't know legal stuff, Head trauma and blood.

Notes: This one is a request from @Lily234566 I know this wasn't the original pairing but I was struggling to fit the Ferrari boys in there so I had to scale it back... I'm sorry and I hope you still like it! T_T

Side Note: Sorry to the Lance girlies reading this. AND obligatory message of I don't know these people and this is purely FICTION! HEAD THE TAGS! DONT LIKE THEN DONT READ!

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“Max!” She peeks her head into his driver's room. The bright beaming smile she receives in return after their 1-2 nearly kills her. “They want me for a media thing, apparently.” HIs smile drops into a pout. The sad puppy eyes might convince her to stay. 

“Again? Don’t they know we have plans!

“No, and why would they care anyway?” She looks him up and down and whines because he’s standing in front of her with no shirt on. “Just - I’ll meet you guys back at the room. It’s something to do with being a female in F1… again.”

“I’m starting to think they have nothing else to talk about.” 

She shrugs as she walks out of the hospitality, waving to Christian on her way by. The goal is to get past the Mclaren garage without seeing Lando because otherwise she is not going to the interview. His pout is worse (better?) than Max’s. 

To her pleasant surprise, Laura is the one conducting the interview. “I’m sorry about this being last minute! They said they wanted you to do it with someone else next week and I offered to do it now.” 

The interview passes with ease and thankfully doesn’t take long at all. The banter in-between is also entertaining. 

She’s exhausted when they finish. Ready to go back to the hotel and fall into bed with her boys. Hopefully They’ve ordered food - and dessert. 

The paddock is nearly empty as she makes her way through. Maybe, had she been paying more attention and not focussed on her aching body, she would’ve caught on to the footsteps behind her. 

They are heavy, she assumes possibly a mechanic still packing up to continue on their way to the next circuit. That’s what she still thinks when the hand on her bicep yanks her around the corner. 

If she weren’t as exhausted, then fighting would’ve been a possibility. However, that seems out of the cards as he pins her against the nearest wall. Her forehead hitting the surface hard enough to make her dizzy. 

“Not so confident now, huh?” 

The fuck- “Lance? What are you?-” He slams her head again and cages her body against his own. She flails, only to be slammed again. “Would you stop doing that please?” 

“Not after that stupid stunt you pulled today on track.”

“You mean the one where you showed you don’t know what brakes are?-” Again, her head is sent into the hard surface. She can feel her nose starting to bleed. “Must you?!” She decided to shut up when he does it again and everything starts to go fuzzy. 

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her fireproofs. The cold evening air hits her bare skin and she panics more than before. Her head is too cloudy to fully comprehend what’s happening. 

“I feel like I'm entitled to a bit of compensation after that stunt.” 

“You’re entitled to nothing. You took yourself out!” She hisses through gritted teeth. Still, Lance continues to get her clothes lower. And slams her head again harder - you know - because she wasn’t disoriented enough already.

“Would you shut up?” She doesn’t say anything this time. Her mouth feels numb and her ears are ringing. Her exposed lower half is met with the bare hands of someone she doesn't want touching her. 

It's - well - it hurts. He's groping at her thighs, ass, even her tits which she isn't sure how he's managing. His hands are everywhere they shouldn't be. 

And then nothing. 

A vague awareness of what's happening seeps through her veins and invades her senses. She tries to scream. Attempts despite the sheer pain of the snap of hips she didn't ask for. 

His finger beat her to it. A hand encloses around her throat and cuts off her oxygen. The black spots dance around her vision. She wants them to stop moving; they are making her dizzy. Or was she already dizzy? 

“See, it's not so bad. Don't you feel less guilty for ruining my race now?” No, she doesn't. She wasn't guilty before. 

She blacks out. 

~~~♡~~~

Waking up with sore limbs and a killer headache is not how she pictured this night going. She tries to yell for help, but a mere creaky rasp escapes. 

When did she lose her voice? The thought makes her panic more. The sob she lets out hurts more than there is sound. 

Her face and hair is sticky. At least Lance had done her the courtesy of not finishing inside of her. 

Still - what the fuck even happened? The fragmented memory is trying to come back to her slowly. Each small piece remembered is another broken cry. 

She can't move. 

It's dark again. 

~~~♡~~~

The anxiety between the three boys is certainly not something they are used to. Oscar can pinpoint the exact moment Lando started overthinking and Max had to bear hug him so he didn't pace a hole into the cement of the parking lot. 

The fourth seat in their car remains empty and their messages have gone unanswered. It's getting more concerning with each passing minute. 

“Max, she always responds.” 

“I know Lando.” 

“She always calls if she's going to be longer.” 

“Lando?”

“Yes?”

“Would you feel better if we went and looked around for her?” 

The Brit nods his head in a fashion that might give him whiplash. It's better seeing him feel helpful then sit helplessly. Though Oscar can't help but agree with Max's original point. that they should wait there at the car just in case since that's where they were supposed to meet. 

Granted, it's only been twenty minutes. It's still long enough to be murdered. 

They Methodically peer around corners and wave at the mechanics who give them skeptical looks. They were supposed to be out for post race celebrations by now. 

Oscar freezes when he sees it. The human shaped lump lying on the ground. He rushes over with long strides. The closer he gets, the more familiar the person on the ground becomes. 

“Max! Lando! I found her!” The other two boys come sprinting in his direction. He's on the ground trying to clear her hair from her face only for it to get stuck in the sticky substance coating her features. 

“What the fuck?” 

Her fireproofs are still on, but it's obvious what happened. The handprints on her neck, the blood trickling down the sides of her face. “We need to bring her to a hospital.” 

Max hoists her up in his arms. Mainly because Lando is on the brink of tears and struggling to breathe through his panic. He loves deeply and with his heart on his sleeve. Oscar just hopes he can keep the Brit calm until they find more help. 

“Can we at least clean her up?” Lando pleads with him. Big Hazel eyes brimming with tears. 

It's always a struggle to tell him no. “We can't, not if it can help us figure out who did it.” The tears start right after that. 

“So that’s what happened then? Someone really-” Oscar has to maneuver the puddle of tears that is his boyfriend into the passenger seat of their rental car. Max tosses him the keys, opting to be with her in the back and keep her comfortable. 

The tricky drive to emergency is more because Oscar is too far in his own thoughts to pay attention to the traffic lights. He can hear Max moving her around, attempting to put pressure where blood still flows freely. 

Oscar doesn’t bother with parking. He pulls off into some empty area and helps Max shoulder her weight inside the doors while Lando runs ahead to find help. 

It’s fast after that. They take her away and start patching her up while the three of them are forced to sit in the waiting room. Oscar and Lando are left to their own devices while Max paces about on the phone with Christian. 

He feels like a knife is being driven through his chest each time his mind tries to come up with what could’ve happened. Who would do something like this? Unfortunately, a lot of people. The question is more of who could’ve done it and gotten away. Someone with access to the paddock this late. Security, perhaps? Maybe even a sleazy mechanic? A driver wouldn’t make any sense… right?

“When will they let us see her?”

“When she wakes up, most likely.”

He’s not sure when he falls asleep. The exhaustion finally hit him like a truck despite his persistence. He’s awoken by Max’s constant shaking and aggressive whispering of his name. 

“-She’s asking for us.” 

He’s up faster than Lando when Jon threatens an ice bath. They follow the nurse down the halls with an uneasy anticipation. They creep inside the sterile room and find her staring at the wall. 

Lando doesn’t hesitate to move further into the room. Always having been more in touch with his emotions then the other two boys. “Hey love, can I come closer?” 

She looks at him. The bandages plastered over the sides of her head and around her face now visible to them. She returns Lando’s gaze with glassy eyes. It’s damn near shocking when she tries to pull things off her body in a desperate attempt to reach for Lando. 

Lando gets to her before she can get everything off, specifically the IV, and catch her arms. Oscar and Max finally pull themselves together and manage to get her to lay back down with some coaxing. 

She’s shaking violently. Her grip on Lando’s arm is sure to leave bruises. “Who - who f-found me?”  

“We did, schat. We got worried when you didn’t respond.” Max drags the two chairs in the room closer and pulls Oscar down into one.  Lando, against all odds, manages to wriggle his way into bed with her. 

“I know who it was. I - well - does anyone else know?” 

“Just Christian and us.” Oscar can feel the fight Max is putting up to not ask her more questions. The way he’s grounding himself with a hand on Oscars knee instead. 

“You don’t have to tell us.” He attempts to reassure. Maybe calm her mind by giving her an option. “Just know we’re here, alright?” 

“I don’t want it to be a big story. It’s already going to be since I can’t be in the car for the next four weeks. Oh fuck - everyone is gonna know-” Lando hushes her; gets her to somehow hold him tighter.

“Christian said it’s up to you, whatever happens.” Max nods at her encouragingly. “We go at your pace.” 

“They did a rape kit. They’ll know who it is. It was all over so it couldn’t have been hard to get DNA - oh fuck” 

Her heart rate picks up. The nurses rush in. They send her back to sleep. 

~~~♡~~~

Max wants to know who it was who touched her. The rage simmering underneath her skin is almost too much to keep contained. 

On the more fortunate side, they were allowed to stay since she wouldn’t let go of Lando. Then when he did have to get up, they rotated. 

The doctors and nurses learned to approach her like she’s a scared animal. The heavy footsteps seem to set her off and there is now a sticky note on the door saying to tiptoe when entering. It’s endearing to see her doctors and nurses trying so hard not to startle her. But seeing as they’ve now had several incidents where she’s panicked, they are taking more caution. 

Oscar and Lando have meandered away in search of food. Max opted to stay put and made the promise to bring him back cheat foods. He’s too stressed to not eat something of comfort. 

Her physio is supposed to come by today with the stuff she left at the track and get an update from the doctors themselves instead of Max’s botched attempts at repeating back. It will also be nice to see her comfortable, as the one blanket that travels with her everywhere will also be dropped off. 

“Max?” He tightens his hold to show he’s listening. “It’s not fair… You, Lando, and Oscar make a mistake on track and nobody does that to you. I - It wasn’t my fault.” 

The thing is, Max is smarter than people give him credit for. The only incident on track was with Lance. An incident that was his own fault. “He’s at fault, not you. None of this is your fault.”

“They are going to say I was asking for it or something.” 

“In those fireproofs? The only ones asking for it are me and Oscar… for obvious reasons.” He chuckles proudly at his little self compliment. 

It also manages to get her to crack something of a half smile. “Are you complimenting your own ass?” 

“And what if I am?” 

She doesn’t eat anything despite it being sat in front of her. Soft foods are the only thing she’ll be eating. Her throat, albeit not as bad as it could've been (thank you F1), is still damaged and needs to rest as much as possible. 

They had to keep her for observation due to where the head wounds had been. It’s been a rough thirty-six hours, but they are managing.

Despite the hectic situation, Max has come to learn that the female lying in the hospital bed is a better person then the rest of them. Oscar was detailing a full proof murder plan while she was telling him not to make it a bigger deal then it is. To which Oscar politely put his ten step plan with four contingencies down and told her that it’s ‘what he had coming to him’. 

Max has not had to stop someone from assassinating a rival before, but Oscar seems like a reasonable guy. “Death is too good for him.” 

“Mm, you’re right, I’ll just make sure he doesn’t die then and can’t see my face.” 

“Or, we make his life a series of inconveniences! I feel like daddy’s money could get him good therapy. It can’t solve every minor problem.” Lando has a gleam in his eyes. 

Him and Oscar start pouring over ideas once more. The girl simply shakes her head and goes back to eyeing her pudding like it’s assaulted her. “I don’t want to leave here, Max.”

“Why not? I’d assume you want to go home? Sleep in a comfortable bed?”

“Out there, they can get to us. Here is safe.” 

He considers how to reassure her. Only, there is nothing he can think of. The truth is that outside of this hospital room, there is no guarantee they won’t run into trouble. 

“I can’t promise that we'll never have something bad happen again. But-” He looks to the McLaren duo brainstorming ways to make the Aston Martin garage regret existing. “We’ll be there for each other. We’re here for you. When you want us and when you need us, yes?” 

“Pinky swear?” She extends her pink to him. 

Max accepts and curls his pinks around hers. “Pinky swear.” 

~~~♡~~~

It’s not fair really, that they had to leave to go do things. Lando would prefer he at least stayed with her so she isn’t alone. Alas, they are preparing for her discharge and he had to run around getting things together for their trip back to Monaco.

He comes back to a partially opened door and smiles at the other two boys being able to get back before him. Then again, as he gets closer he can hear the angry tone. One that Max uses when he’s pissed off about something. 

Lando panics and rushes inside. Only to be met with the sight of the last person he wants around right now. 

Now - he wouldn’t say he’s prone to violence. Lando prefers to keep the peace when it comes to conflict unless he’s trying to piss someone off on purpose to get a reaction. This is not one of those times. 

Lando’s knuckles collide with the Canadian’s jaw faster than he can fully become aware of what he’s doing. Lance stumbles backward and holds his jaw, glaring at Lando like he’s the one in the wrong here. 

“Get out!” 

“We were just talking-” 

“I said. Get. Out.” He’s seething. The thudding in his chest becoming louder with each second Lance remains in this room. 

He’s not prone to violence. 

Really, he’s not. 

Yet the second crack of knuckles into Lance's chin gives him some sick satisfaction. Isn’t there something about equilibrium? Can he pin this on restoring the balance or something? Regardless, he isn’t going to dent the fact that it feels good. 

The nurses come running and start asking questions. Max and Oscar have to drag Lando away kicking and screaming. 

Worse is when they try to tell him that there are pictures out on social media. Christian has been calling Max non-stop. Oscar has been dealing with Zak. Their relationship isn’t a secret and neither is their current location.  

“They're sending us a different car to see if we can’t get out discreetly.” 

“What happened with Lance, Lan? Are you alright?”

Everyone is panting. Their eyes trained on the door. “I punched him. I restored the equal-brey-um… thing.” 

“Equilibrium.” 

“Yeah that!” 

He’s not sure how they get on the plane. He’s still amped up about the whole punching thing and running purely off adrenaline. 

They’ve been sitting in silence, mulling over their options. Creating statements they can put out. It’s hectic and they keep trashing them because nothing fits. 

The female has been apathetic. The last thing she wanted was for this to get out and now it has. Seemingly everything is flashing before her eyes. Her career will be gone soon enough, so what’s even the point? 

“Don’t post anything. We don’t have an obligation to confirm or deny the rumors. If anything, we can say that you were just driving me to the hospital and being good friends or whatever.” She won’t look at them. Still - Lando can hear how upset she is, the waiver in her voice. “I’m going to be kicked out anyway.” 

“Christian said-”

“Damn what Christian said! He knows this isn’t going to get any better and if I say who it was then Daddy’s Money is just going to pay his way through.” She's hyperventilating now. Her body collapses against her seat and Oscar makes an effort to get her to lean against him. “It’s not fair!”

lando Can’t help but share her feelings.

~~~♡~~~

She stays holed up in the Redbull garage the next weekend. The appearance is hard, people want to ask her questions. Her boys had been caught in the middle of the riptide and haven’t come back to shore yet. 

At least she’s here. She’s trying her hardest to look stronger than she is. On the inside things are falling apart. 

The team knows to give her space and not ask about the ordeal. She takes refuge in Max’s room when things are too much and the other drivers keep their distance. 

They know it was one of them. She’d been adamant on not saying who it was, but it’s obvious there are sixteen who it could have been, given her partners insistence that none of them go near her garage for the time being.  

She just wants this whole thing to blow over. She wants to lay in bed with her lovers and not flinch when they go to touch her. 

She knows, however, that until she deals with things that healing can’t happen like it should. Or at least, that’s what her therapist says. The one she is now required to see. 

Things get worse when she’s back in the car. Her media duties are limited so she can focus on driving and ‘listening to her body’ as her physio likes to say. 

She can’t hear her body over the sound of her mind going staticy as Lance closes in on her. The catalyst for everything. She panics and ends up in the wall. Not the worst crash ever, but certainly hurts her pride more than it has already.

The thing is, it keeps happening. Even as she’s able to let her boys back in. As her podium finishes start to come back. Her fireproofs (which they’d gotten her all new ones) start to feel comfortable again and she doesn’t feel the need to be out of them the second the race is done. Still, Lance is using this to his advantage. 

Finally, after he almost killed her on track (again), she’s had enough.

The trial goes better than she thought it would. Despite the money differences, Lance won’t be able to race anymore. It’s not some grand spectacle either, just an announcement like usual. It’s more the closure she needed versus the publicized drama it could have been. 

She wins the next race. 

“If I ever see him again, it will be too soon.” 

“It’s been over a year now, Lan. I’m getting better.” There is a genuine smile on her face. The car awaits to take them back to the hotel. It was here that it happened. She almost considered not racing because of it.

“Lando got a taste of blood and now he’s feinding for it.” Max has a comforting hand around her waist. A grounding presence. 

“I mean, I never threw away my murder plot…” 

“You’re a genius Oscar!”

She shakes her head. It’s not like any of this has been easy. It never is. Still - her boys are here and they’ve been so patient. 

“There’s her smile.” They all beam at her. 

She smiles back.

[lurkingshan]

hi!! i was wondering if you could recommend some good high school japanese (or from other countries) bls? all this time i avoided them cause i felt old and uncomfortable but yesterday i finally watched one and the pureness and warmth of these sweet kids experiencing their first love really warmed my heart and brought back memories of my own first crushes. thank u in advance and I hope u have a wonderful day!

Hi anon! I firmly believe we are never too old to be swept away by the nostalgia of a good high school show. There are specific emotional buttons that get engaged by a coming of age or first love story, and it's comforting to see both reflections of experiences that were similar to our own and fantasy versions of a high school experience we never got to have. I support you venturing into high school bl!

This is not a comprehensive overview of all bls with high school age characters, but a solid list of great shows that center that high school coming of age/first love experience in their stories, in a mix of moods and tones. I'll start with some favorites from Japan, and then include a few from other countries, as well. I hope you like some of these!

Japan

I Cannot Reach You

This is a classic friends to lovers first love story done exactly right. I don't know anyone who watched it only once, it's so satisfying.

If It's With You

A boy who is jaded before his time meets an earnest hottie when he moves to a new town and school. Feelings ensue.

My Love Mix Up

This one puts the com in romcom, with a confused bisexual chaos muffin setting off a comedy of errors as he tries to figure out who actually likes who among his classmates.

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun

A simple story of two boys trying to navigate their first relationship and figuring out how to go about dating and interacting at school.

Eternal Yesterday

On the tragic end, this is a story of first love that ends abruptly due to accidental death. The story is an exploration of the grief and stunted growth that results when someone so young suffers a loss so monumental. It's an absolutely beautiful show, but not a light watch.

Philippines

Marahuyo Project

This is a gorgeous show about a brash and loud and proud gay kid who gets sent to live on a small island after an incident at school, and decides to create an LGBTQ+ club at his new school. This one has a social education agenda, but it's also very funny and sweet.

South Korea

Light on Me

The story of a confident gay boy and his love triangle where you will actually like everyone involved! A rare gem in these drama streets.

Where Your Eyes Linger

And on the angstier side, this one is the story of two friends, one of whom has been raised to be a caretaker/bodyguard for the other, struggling with a realization of feelings between them. The power dynamic and social class divide between them feature heavily.

Taiwan

History 3: Make Our Days Count

Possibly a controversial pick, as this one has a tragic ending that is hard for a lot of people to stomach. But it's a great high school show that includes two first love stories, one between a beautiful himbo and the studious boy who catches his eye, and the other between his very sweet best friend and an older man he meets through his job.

About Youth

This first love story between two very nice boys struggling with school and family issues manages to be incredibly sweet while also dealing with some heavy topics, and features a couple amazing original songs that still get stuck in my head all the time.

The On1y One

This is such a pitch perfect high school story that I'm putting it on this list before it technically finishes airing. Two high school boys meet when their parents move in together and decide to get married, and begin to heal each other. This one nails the angst and yearning.

Thailand

My School President

Possibly one of the cutest high school romcoms of all time, and it features a student band so there are a ton of original songs. This is a story about a boy who runs for class president just so he can save his crush's music club. It's two nice boys who like each other and the shenanigans they get up to with their friends.

I Told Sunset About You

And for the completely opposite experience: the ultimate angsty coming of age queer awakening story. One of the most beautiful dramas I have ever seen, and so evocative and emotionally resonant that it is actually hard for some people to watch because it's too real.

[btsmosphere]

Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 10: Is This Not Control?

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: You're forced to come to terms with the danger – and the beauty – in the way your powers burn.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 4.7k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, swearing, near-injury, arguing, skipping a meal, nightmares containing death (this is brief)

a/n: THIS is the chapter that made me keep going with this fic. I read it back after a looong break, and realised I wanted to finish after reading some of this where our main pair are so.... close... to revealing something. especially Jungkook... what is going through his head?

“You’re getting too good at this!”

The shriek came from Hobi, currently several metres in the air.

Laughing, you let him come down to you, where he landed with ease befitting a villain. You really ought to work on that yourself – which was precisely why you were here. He had asked you to train with him, bringing you the chance to work on something more athletic, and him to add even more danger into his death-defying stunts.

Smirking, you flipped your hair.

“Maybe next time I’ll really try, then you’ll have another think coming,” you goaded.

Grin wide, he scoffed.

“You really are as bad as Kook. He was always insufferable when we did this too!”

“You’ve trained like this with Jungkook?” you asked, “in that case, I don’t know why I’ve been going so easy on you.”

That joyous laugh of his filled the training space, already raring to go again.

“Let’s see what you got then!”

Just like that, he took off, eyes igniting yellow before he was springing from the floor and kicking off a higher block to rejoin the array of obstacles.

“Can’t fly, my ass,” you muttered, turning to take the long way up.

Even if Hobi claimed his power to be purely athletic, you still couldn’t fathom the way he navigated the skies with such ease unless some sort of gravity fuckery was involved. With a leap, you pulled yourself onto a platform, finding him already streaking ahead.

Beginning to run, you aimed your first shot at the same time as you launched over the next gap.

Blue cut through the air, Hobi’s laughter ringing out as it hit the floor he had just been standing on. By now, he was swinging away on suspended ropes.

Spyng another opening, you fired a longer bolt this time, forming a glowing barrier in the air. Kicking his legs up, Hope managed to swing and arc over it. Impressed, you cut off the attack, heart only stopping for a second as he landed hard against a ladder protruding from the wall. Though you had full faith in his abilities, it never got less jarring to see what he could pull off.

The two of you continued like that, a cat-and-mouse around the obstacles. It certainly kept you both on your toes.

As you went, settling into the movements, you took a few more risks. When in the training room, it was fun to test it out. Not to mention, knowing Hobi was this capable also boosted your confidence in having each other’s backs in a real situation.

Exhilarated from the rush of movement, you pushed yourself, sprinting and leaping over gaps and vaulting corners, an equal amount of focus on your electric offensive.

As much as you had joked with Hobi, you couldn’t bring yourself to aim with everything you had. Besides, aiming your shots to only brush the air beside him would improve your accuracy more, if anything.

In true Hope fashion, he stayed constantly ahead of you, practically running loops around the ceiling while you tried to keep up.

He leapt overhead as you pulled yourself onto a platform, making you spin to follow his change in direction. But you could predict the path he would take. Stopping for a moment, you raised your arm, lining it up to graze the soles of his trainers as he leapt towards a series of steps.

Pulling himself out of the way in time, his momentum continued his path while your bolts chased him, blue splashes in his wake.

Grinning, you finally followed him, jumping up a level and letting another shot go at the same time.

But as you landed, your feet slipped with the force, arms instinctively shooting out to correct your balance. The training room floor wobbled too far below you, teetering for a heart-stopping second at the edge.

Safely righted, you turned back to find Hobi.

Your chest tightened, heart seizing once more.

The dazzling, dangerous blue sizzled through the air, not hitting the mark you had intended. Time slowed down as Hope jerked away from it, only to fumble his footing on the next landing, only a thin ledge high on the wall.

His body slammed against it, his arms grappling for the edge he had just slipped from.

Blue collided, scorching the dark wall above him, but you could only watch in petrified terror as he started to fall. It was too fast, while your body was left frozen, powerless as he plummeted.

Somehow, he twisted, trying to kick off the wall on his way down, as you had seen him do so often. His path changed a little, velocity easing as he grasped a rope, but it escaped his fingers, unable to catch on with the speed of his fall.

He reached the floor. Rolled, half-colliding with the base of one of the scaffoldings you had just been racing around.

“Hobi!” you breathed, lungs only just beginning to cooperate.

With the newfound movement returning to you, you unthinkingly stepped off the side of your own platform, shooting blue lightning to the ground to support your descent. It wasn’t a skill you had practised much, and with the way your arms were shaking, you didn’t make it smoothly, but you stumbled onto the ground, just managing not to fall on your face.

You were already tripping over yourself to get to Hobi’s side.

He was sitting up – how, you had no idea. Somehow, you seemed the most stricken of the two as you practically collapsed at his side while he grinned around at you, rubbing his head. Was he hurt?

“Oh my goodness, Hobi, I’m so- I didn’t mean to actually-”

“Hey, don’t worry-” he tried to say, a bit breathless but still smiling. You barely heard him, though, hands quickly coming to his head where he was clutching it.

“Shit, I wasn’t looking, I shouldn’t have shot…”

Your panicked apologies accompanied you kneeling up, trying to get a look at him. Neither of you noticed the figure passing the doorway, stopping as he saw you two knelt together.

“Y/N!”

Hobi succeeded in getting your attention only by catching your wrists, stopping your hands as they fussed over him. Looking up at you, he fixed you with a firmer gaze than you were used to from him. Checking he had your attention, he placed your hands away from him and relaxed.

“I’m fine,” he emphasised, “you think you’re going to knock me down so easily? Imagine, ‘feared villain falls over in training, defeated.’”

Heart still pounding a little too much, you huffed a bewildered laugh.

Dropping your hands entirely, he sat back. You kept them there, some of the frantic energy fizzling from your body.

Grin taking up residence on his face once again, Hope leaned in conspirationally.

“I thought you would be pleased to get the one-up on me,” he teased, “you literally said you weren’t going to go easy.”

Your real challenge had been to aim near enough but not too close, but of course Hoseok didn’t know that. The precision practice you had been going for had failed, you hadn’t won!

Swallowing all that down, you half-heartedly tried to smile. You stayed kneeling opposite him, still too shaken to stand.

“Are you sure your head’s ok?” you asked weakly.

To your surprise, he laughed brightly. But then again, that was a signature Hobi response.

“Yeah, I just hadn’t bargained on a free haircut!”

Bringing his hand up back to the spot you had noticed him grabbing earlier, he pulled on a chunk of his hair, showing it to you. The lock was shorter than the rest of his hair which flopped around his head; it had been chopped off roughly, the ends singed and blackened.

You gaped, staring at it even as he let it fall back among his hair.

“See, it was only my hair, and it needs a chop,” he elbowed you, “no black hole through my heart!”

That certainly wasn’t an image you wanted. Any reminder of how close you had been to hurting your friend was unbearable, the black splotch in his hair bad enough.

You blanched, but didn’t get any further into apologising.

“Looks like she tried hard enough, though.”

Instantly, you tensed at Jungkook’s voice.

Hobi’s grin slipped a little, glancing past you. You, too, turned, finding Jungkook advancing, fists clenched at his sides. He had clearly come from working out: in his gym clothes, hair tied back but falling loose from movement. Except, in place of the animalistic vigour you knew training infused in him, his glare towards you was hard and shut-off.

It scared you more than what you had seen there before. Normally his fury burned, but now it was cold.

“Get away from him,” he ordered.

For once, nothing in you fought to argue. With the heavy weight of your mistake sitting in your stomach, you could only agree, and silently complied.

As you stood, Hobi shot to his feet quicker.

“Kook, leave it. We were training, this shit happens-”

“You were training with her?!” Jungkook exclaimed, “that was bound to end badly.”

“Then it’s my fault!” Hope pressed. He stepped towards Jungkook, but you only shrunk back from the two of them. “I asked her to join me!”

“You weren’t the one who shot you out of the air.”

“That’s hardly what-” Hobi sighed, “Kook, you’re being dense, there’s no problem. I trust Y/N.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” the younger ground back, before turning a glinting eye on you, “maybe you shouldn’t.”

You sucked in a breath at his words, feeling them lodge deep inside you like bullets. But it was your own guilt that dug them in there, the reason they didn’t deflect. He was right.

That didn’t make it sting any less.

Feeling nothing but his gaze fixed on you, you longed to escape it. Run free of the reminders of what you did, what you almost caused, and how that hurt him as well.

And so you did.

At least you kept yourself from breaking into a full sprint. After a charged moment, the tension not allowing you to breathe, you stepped desperately away, rushing for the door.

You paid no mind to Hope’s crestfallen call of your name.

Leaving them behind you, trying not to feel worse at the fact that you couldn’t even stand to face your guilt head-on, you simply blundered your way to your room. You knew some others would be in the kitchen, and didn’t want to alert them, so you forwent slamming your door.

The tension stayed crammed into your arms as you shut the door forcefully, yet painfully slowly. Your hands hovered, shaking, inches away from the wood as you stared at it, breathing heavily.

You breathed in, in, in, gasping like water was rising about your head.

And then, everything spilled out. A tide of air left your lungs, forehead falling forward against the wood, hands dropping despondently to your sides.

Among the whirlwind your life had become, you had focussed so hard on using your powers, building them, trying to prove something. Falling in and out with Jungkook, on top of this – but he had been right all along, hadn’t he? How had you forgotten the real danger this magic brought with it?

You didn’t blame Jungkook for not wanting you around the others. Gone from your mind were all the times you had shared with him and the others, head only filled with his stare. You couldn’t shake him.

That evening, you stayed in your room, not particularly feeling hungry. Or willing to face the others, more like.

You had only winced when Hoseok knocked on your door. Why should he be the one coming to you, after what you had done to him? It should be the other way around.

For tonight, you let yourself be a coward. At least you hoped the boys wouldn’t push; they never wanted to overstep. So you stayed silent, waited after he asked if you were there without giving any response. Waited until his footsteps left again.

Jimin also came past and said goodnight to your closed door, but he didn’t stop long.

Sleep didn’t come easily, and didn’t stay long. You simply seemed to get lost between the darkness in your room and your head. At some point, you thought another set of footsteps came to stop outside your door. But no one spoke.

Somewhere along the way, you must have fallen away from reality, but even then it kept knocking. You had no way of knowing just how deep into the night it was when you startled awake, throwing the tangled covers off you to escape.

You were left alone, panting and staring into the unforgiving shadows. They did nothing to erase your nightmare.

Blue shot from your hands, missing the mark. Hoseok fell, fell, body motionless. You had scrambled back, screaming, at the sight of his bloodied and pale face. The gaping black hole where his heart should have been glared at you.

Blue surrounded you, scorching through your limbs. The stench of burning filled your nostrils as sparks filled the air.

As you writhed on the floor, a row of your friends stood watching on. They didn’t move, frowning down at you. And you couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the power that forced itself from your body, striking them one by one, black burns streaked across their skin.

Last of all, Jungkook fell at your feet.

That had woken you up alright.

Itching to move, you finally decided to give up on sleep and got to your feet, throwing on a warmer sweater. Opening the door cautiously, you found only more darkness welcomed you from the rest of the house.

Still, you knew that with 8 people in one place, meeting someone was not out of the question.

You turned away from the communal kitchen, slipping out quietly towards the staircase which you followed down. On your way, you hugged your arms around you, some ridiculous fear possessing you that your powers could break free, like in your nightmares.

They hadn’t stirred, however, your control well practised. But that didn’t stop the phantom itching, memories of the ugliness your powers held.

The pain they had wrought on you when they first emerged – the pain they must have inflicted on countless others, who had never been as lucky to tell the tale like you. Were they your powers at all, not Bolt’s? But Bolt was a hero. Maybe it was you that made these powers so perilous-

Your feet hit the cool floor of the training hall.

Stilling, you stood and stared across the vast space. Cavernous in its emptiness, it sorely missed the life it usually had when the boys trained, filling it with colour.

Not really having an aim, you slowly walked to one of the adjoining spaces where you felt more apart from the world. Away from your friends. Your limbs moved like you were still sleeping, wrapped up in your head as you were.

You crossed the threshold and sighed. Then you sat, slowly sliding down the wall beside the doorway and curling into it. Retreating.

For a while, you simply breathed in the silence.

You tried to ignore the warring images in your mind. The sudden and unpredictable night when Bolt had changed your life. Back then, this power had been nothing but pain; it had tried to kill you.

But then, you couldn’t help but think of the people who had come to you when you lay alone on a dark road, burning up in Bolt’s wake. The man who the city thought was their hero had sent you off the edge of that building, not saved you. It had been a different group of heroes that came for you.

Mind wrestling with itself, you tried to reconcile the home you had been given, the safety and family that filled it, with this ugly, gnawing worry. Your group were powerful, had nothing to fear as you stood aside from the world.

But what if they should have been looking for a threat within?

You lowered your head to your hands, fingers threading through your hair and stretching, restless from this conflict.

The power that ran through these hands…

How had you grown to love it?

Staring at the floor as this thought struck you, you felt the thoughts grind to a stop. You blinked, relaxed your hands.

With an exhale, you sat straighter, bringing your palms in front of your face.

You had grown to love your power. If you threw your panic aside, you could feel…

Nothing.

No threat, no disobedience, no burn.

These were your powers. You wouldn’t let the thoughts of Bolt chase you away from them. You were in control.

Slowly, you breathed, feeling the flame in your chest ignite like sparks you were blowing to life. In no rush, you let the embers trace their way down your arms, collect in your palms and hover. Blue twined together in the air there. It wasn’t a callous beam of lightning, not aimed at anything, or anyone. Occasionally, a tendril of static would stray from its edges.

Sitting back, finally feeling some tension ease away, you gazed into the light. Neon and shadow swirled together in a globe.

This was what your friends had given you. The ability to control what could be dangerous – could. Instead, they had made it beautiful.

Your mind strayed against your will, thinking of the one person among them who had helped you shape this the most.

“I always knew you were reckless.”

Despite his words, Jungkook’s voice wasn’t harsh. Among the silence, his voice was low, flat rather than accusatory. You hadn’t heard him arrive, but his appearance seemed to come straight from your thoughts, and as such you didn’t even flinch.

You were pulled from your reverie, however.

Blinking at your still swirling orb of blue, it took a moment to catch up with reality before you turned slightly to see him standing in the doorway, looking down at you. His face was lit in pale blue, a light frown thrown into relief by this, the only light among the blackness.

His eyes bore into yours for a moment before he diverted them to the bundle of power you held in your hands, making a foreign lick of blue dance in his irises. The reflection was jarring, and you realised just how used to his warm, golden power you were.

“Reckless?” you repeated.

You saw the moment you took back his attention, his scrutinising eyes returning to you. He stepped into the space, hands buried in his pockets as he walked steadily around you.

“Do you know how much power it takes to kill? A hell of a lot less than you have right there.”

His feet fell evenly, barely audible. It was as if he fell into a short orbit of your globe, focussed intently on its presence where it hovered, its crackling surface and the light it emanated.

Then, he was opposite you, and his eyes flicked upwards. Locked with your own over the fizzing lightning.

“You had a good enough shot at it today.”

The instant his words hit, you bit down on your tongue. But you absorbed their impact, only needing to remind yourself of the energy, harmless in your palm, and the paths your mind had already been down tonight.

“That’s not what this is about,” you spoke softly.

It seemed to startle him, and he considered you for a moment. His keen gaze didn’t waver when he finally decided to press.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not shooting it at you, am I?”

His frown deepened.

“It’s not something that’s there just to look pretty. You- you need to control it.”

“Is this not control?”

He blinked. In the blue light, you saw for the first time complete surprise in his eyes, like such a thought had never crossed his mind. Always, he seemed to be steps ahead of you, but here he was stumped, lost…

Watching his mouth grapple with the ghosts of words, his eyes searching the sphere as if it would give him the answers he could understand, you softened. Instead of preparing to push back at him, you sighed.

And explained.

“It scared me. I don’t want to hurt Hope, of course I don’t. But where will it get me if I fear these… powers?”

You were aware of Jungkook’s eyes intently trained on you, but you let your powers magnetise your gaze. Staring into them, you lost yourself in their depths again.

“This could hurt someone, you’re right. It could kill you – well, maybe not you – but someone, if I wanted right now. But… I don’t. They’re mine. And… they’re beautiful.”

You sighed your last word. Maybe in a more awake state, you would have the presence of mind not to admit this all so readily to Jungkook, of all people. But just speaking the words gave you more confidence in them. You held the light steady.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had drawn closer. He looked down at you with an odd expression, more awkward with the steeper angle now he stopped beside you.

Realising his presence, you snapped away from the hypnotic light, turning to look questioningly at him.

He pressed his lips together, before making a stunted gesture with his arm.

“Can I-”

You stared blankly. A short huff left him, his frustrated gaze tearing away from you before he tried again, fixing you with a glare, as if it was your fault he was desperately embarrassed.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. His question had caught you off-guard, in honesty, though you tried not to show it.

He sat in a hurry, as if it would shake off the previous moment. In his haste, his shoulder brushed your own, and he shifted away a moment later, though the distance was still small enough to feel his warmth.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

The ball of light you had formed continued to roil in mid-air, almost proving your earlier words. You were in control, and it made no attempt to break away, to destroy.

Slowly, you lowered your hand, the light dimming with it.

You didn’t dare turn around or make any move nearer to Jungkook, still staring into the semi-darkness. But as your light faded, you caught a motion of his hand. He had turned it over, and flexed his fingers in a jerky way, but as he moved them a couple more times it became almost delicate.

Refusing to turn your head, you kept your eyes on it nonetheless. Jungkook must not have realised you were watching, as he turned his hand over contemplatively a couple of times.

All of a sudden, he seemed to give up, letting it drop. For a moment there, you had expected a warm golden light to join the weak blue that remained of yours. Not about to leave the pair of you in total darkness, you let a cool light simmer from your palms, but they rested on your knees rather than raising to illuminate the space.

It only extended so far as to surround you and Jungkook. A spotlight in the otherwise sleeping house.

You heard Jungkook’s head hit the wall with a soft thud. You heard his breath in, the way it screamed of having something to say. Something he was breathing in the courage for.

But then he breathed out.

While your mind had settled considerably, the reminder of just who you were next to put you on edge again. You would never have envisaged sitting peacefully side by side with Jungkook, yet here you were.

If he was stewing on how to break the silence, however, you were expectant.

Another breath in, followed by a moment where it was held. You did the same, almost tempted enough to turn to him.

The air left him.

“Bolt’s powers aren’t beautiful,” he blurted out. His sharp words landed a blunt blow to the silence.

You let the impact dissipate, breathing in.

“No,” you replied, “they aren’t.”

It was certainly true for you, who had felt their impact. But there was something of that same pain in Jungkook’s voice, the way he spat out the supposed hero’s name.

Beside you, Jungkook shifted.

“How can you say that?”

His words were hard, but you sensed he wasn’t butting his head against you for an argument. It was a genuine question, a lingering curiosity behind his bull-headed disguise.

“Because my powers aren’t Bolt’s,” you said softly, “not anymore. He may be the reason I got them, ours may be the same colour… but they’re in me. That’s got to be as a big a part of it as the lightning itself. The power would be nothing without me, but that’s not true the other way around. I’m more than them.”

“Yeah, well, people don’t see it like that.”

The bitterness in Jungkook’s words surprised you. Brow creasing, you finally looked around at him. He, too, was frowning, but it was directed at the floor, his head bent.

In the meagre light, the slope of his cheeks were washed in your blue, the slant of his slightly downturned lips outlined in shadow.

“Do you?”

At last, his eyes turned to you. A few of his dishevelled strands fell into them, but they still reflected back that blue in their troubled depths.

It took him too long to form an answer, or maybe it just dragged out as you stayed stuck in his gaze.

“Of course not,” he muttered, all in a hurry.

He diverted his eyes, reminding himself of his surroundings, the fact he was staring just as much as you.

But they betrayed him. They darted back to you once, twice.

He dropped his shoulders, before resolutely turning to you once more. Perhaps he had more to say on that strange noncommittal answer? You could only wait as he inhaled again, steeling himself for the words to come.

“…did it hurt?”

What?

You hadn’t expected that.

Nor did you expect the sudden weakness underlying his tone. The kind that made him sound as scared as you had been today, rather than the affront of anger you were used to. The kind you knew you were only hearing because it was the middle of the night, alone.

You searched his gaze, trying to puzzle out his question.

“Did what hurt?” you asked carefully.

His gaze didn’t falter, almost pleading, as if he could dredge the answers just from looking into your eyes.

“Bolt.”

You inhaled shallowly. You hadn’t needed the nightmare to remind you of just how excruciating it had been, your memory could tell you easily enough. That kind of experience couldn’t be forgotten so simply.

“Yes,” you forced out, honest and flat.

In his desperation, Jungkook must have leaned closer. Why he had such a need to drink in your answer was beyond you; he had never brought this up before.

You had no idea what more you could say, and were quickly getting distracted, your mind pushed off track by the inescapable eyes locked on yours. Around them, his face shifted at your words, falling almost imperceptibly. But you were busy drowning, engulfed in the dark irises lit with your own blue light.

Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving you reeling back to your surroundings, feeling like you had resurfaced, gasping, from a lake.

Refocussing, you breathed deeply, calming the powers. You had felt a small spark leap further from the contained glow in your hand.

Jungkook was hunched over, his elbows on his knees and head bowed once more, thoroughly defending his face from your sight. You had no idea where the tension that wracked his frame had come from.

There was no time granted for you to find out, however. He pushed himself up, only sparing a sideways glance for the blue radiating from your hands, before he stormed away as if he had never come.

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ACCIDENTAL NAB P6

parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader

wordcount: 1.3k

warnings: none!

note: for ever that fan art shall be in thou head.

summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far away from you home!…on accident.

You’re in one of your father’s chambers, you recognize.

You stumble into the main hall, looking around, everything seems the same as you last left it.

You assume your cousins had already left back to their aunts, can’t be too concerned with your safety.

Usually when someone was kidnapped in such a way, you’d assume they were dead.

You stumble towards the main room, where your sisters would usually stay.

And there they were.

They giggled softly, looking up.

You can see the pure joy on their face.

You almost feel the same, even for a moment.

They collapse into you, your skin feels wet from all the tears pouring onto you.

Your youngest sister sobs, “sister, where in the world have you been?!”

You don’t have the energy to respond, only to hug them tighter.

You knew they had to be concerned, you can feel your heart steadily beating back to its normal pace.

Until your father walks in, that’s when it spikes.

“Y/N, we have to talk.” He says in that gruff voice you’ve always known.

“y-yes father.”

Quickly, you stand up brushing away your sisters. You whispers sweet promises of all the cuddles and kisses they could ever want, after you talked to your father of course.

The three of them disappear through the door you came into, leaving you and your father alone together.

“Did you enjoy your little vacation?” Your father says harshly.

“It was hardly a vacation- they kidnapped me.”

Your father scoffs, “then why were my knights telling me about your little stunt and Red Water?”

Snitches. Can’t a girl just have some fun?

“It’s not what you think-“

He slams his cane onto the ground angrily, “I’ve heard enough, Y/N.”

“I’ve barely spoken-“

Your father cuts you off immediately, raising his hand for your silence.

“You’ve gotten mouthy while hanging around those thieves.”

You’d never admit it, maybe they did run off on you.

You know hawks did.

Your father walks over to pick up his camera, limping softly.

He speaks again, more gently.

“Y/N, your protection is my priority.”

“I understand-“

“I’m not finished.”

You mumble a quick sorry as he continues.

He sighs, “I assumed you’d return back to me, so to keep you safe I’ve arranged something.”

You head cocks to the left, confusion evident on your face.

Same as hawks.

“I’ve arranged a marriage for you, Y/N.” His voice gentle, as if it were any lounder than it’d break you.

And it most definitely would.

Your face twists into horror, your father promised you that you’d never have to marry any one that you didn’t want to marry.

So why- for protection?

that would keep a flying beast away from your window obviously.

“Guards will be keeping a close eye on you, since those damned thieves got away.”

You feel your heart lighten, a weight off of your shoulders.

Hawks was okay, they were all okay.

truthfully, you’d marry anyone to make sure that was true.

You look off towards the window, it was just about noon.

“Are we finished here?” You ask your father quietly.

“We are.”

He immediately walks out into the hall, marching down into his study.

Your sisters peek their heads out from behind the door, little spy’s.

You chuckle, “I knew you’d be listening.”

All your sisters groan in unison, maybe they should join the choir.

The they start pushing you into your own chambers, already wanting the love and affection you promised them.

The four of you cuddle up on your silk bed, soft and warm.

Your youngest sister perks up from your arm, “Y/N?”

You respond only with a hum.

“Where were you- seriously..” she says with worry shaking her voice.

“On an adventure”

She sighs, “we’re not children!”

“No, no seriously-“

You go on to explain all of your small adventures with the small crew you grew to love, two birds and burned flesh.

you tried your best to put it in a whimsical note, like you weren’t actually kidnapped.

You could see the awe and wonder pour into their eyes, and drowsiness.

Your story telling always did knock them out.

So there they rest, your story telling still not even finished.

You hear something bump your window softly, you shrug it off as just the wind being aggressive.

You close your eyes, drifting along with your sisters.

until another tap woke you.

You skillfully sneak away from your sisters without waking them up, only to see hawks at your window.

Should you be happy? I mean if anyone saw him he’d be dead- on sight.

You open your window quickly, “get in-before someone sees you.”

Hawks drags himself in, his wings following behind him.

“What in gods name are you doing here?!” You ask breathlessly.

He smiles, “I missed you?”

your face twists into anger, then into confusion.

You throw yourself into him, and of course he catches you.

“Missed me too huh” he purrs into your ear.

You hit him softly, he chuckles.

And you’re so warm.

He sighs softly, “I’m sorry that we ran, we should’ve taken you-“

“No, it was the right decision hawks.” You breath out into his neck like a whisper.

He smiles and holds you tighter, almost like he knows this moment won’t last.

“Hawks, I have to tell you something.”

He cocks his head to the side, “your in love with me, aren’t cha?”

Your eyes fall, “no- well, Im arranged to marry someone else.”

Hawks stays silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

He finally breaths out a soft, “Really?”

You nod softly, his grip tightens.

Suddenly you can hear footsteps coming down the hall, you jump off of hawks ushering him towards the window.

“I can’t let them see you-“

“Y/N” he says quickly.

You stop for a moment, begging him with your eyes to just move and get out before he gets caught.

“I’ll be back.”

it’s a promise, not just a suggestion.

You nod softly, opening your window and watching as his wings expand.

Then he leaves your room, flying far from the palace.

far from you.

Quick knocks come from your door, you open it and it’s one of the knights that “saved” you from Red Water.

“Miss- are your sisters here?” He says quickly.

You nod softly, he lets out a breath he’d been holding for what seems awhile.

“Thank the heavens..we thought we had an another candle on our hands!” He chuckles nervously at the awkward silence you respond with.

He stutters, “a-and your father wanted me to tell you that your match will be here tomorrow! Isn’t it exciting?”

Again, awkward silence.

“To be getting married…?” He tries again.

You smile, “Course it is…”

The knight stands a little straighter, saluting then leaving you to your own devices.

You’ll be meeting the man you’re supposed to marry tomorrow.

then you’ll be married and most likely away from the palace, away from your sisters.

weren’t you supposed to be the future queen?

father promised you that you would, why would he lie to you like that?

you stalk off to bed with bitterness filing your heart.

bitterness towards your father- towards the man your supposed to marry.

bitter. bitter. bitter.

the feeling didn’t go away, even when you slipped back into bed with your sisters.

Clutching your heart, you could feel the tears start to form.

you didn’t want this, any of it.

you tighten your hold, feeling something soft gracing your fingers.

Your eyes open softly, grabbing the delicate object.

only to be met with a beautiful feather.

one that belonged to hawks.

and the bitterness swayed and the butterflies came in.

You put the feather close to your heart again, drifting off with it clutched between your fingers.

gently falling into sweet dreams.

ones where you could truly marry the one you wanted to.

you thought you could get whatever you wanted when you asked for it.

but your father would never give you a bird.

let alone a thief, one that stole your heart.

just a dirty thief.

a dirty thief you wanted everything to do with.

maybe you were just as dirty as him.

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Master Xehanort & His Many Incarnations

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Kingdom Hearts is probably one of my favorite series ever made. It is a unique blend of Square’s JRPG goodness and the magical whimsy of Disney in one of the most baffling and unlikely crossovers of all time, and manages to deliver a wild (and occasionally convoluted) story about light, darkness, and the power of friendship that keeps you engaged even when things stop making any fucking sense—a frequent occurrence, especially in the later games.

Ah, but what is a Square JRPG without some hammy villain out to destroy the world? Enter Master Xehanort, the evil old man. A scheming Keyblade master who desires to rewrite reality to balance darkness and light, he is the ultimate enemy Sora, Donald, Goofy, and the rest of the Mouseketeers must gather up their strength to fight. Truly he is a Square villain through and through.

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

You didn’t think this was going to be so simple, did you? Master Xehanort could give Lord Voldemort a run for his money in the soul-splitting department, because grandpa here is able to make an entire Organization XIII with nothing but himself by Kingdom Hearts III. While some of his Xehanorted followers like Marluxia, Luxord, Larxene, and Xigbar are not going to be discussed here (we’ll be saving them for the inevitable Organization XIII Psycho Analysis somewhere down the line), we will be going over the original game’s villain Ansem, Seeker of Darkness; Xemnas, the leader of Organization XIII from Kingdom Hearts II; Young Xehanort, the time traveling bastard version of Master Xehanort; and Terra-Xehanort, the ‘nort who is responsible for the creation of those first two guys.

Also, full disclosure here: I never finished Birth By Sleep and I didn’t play the twelve quadrillion spinoffs between II and III so my knowledge on some of these guys is down to simply reading plot summaries, watching cutscenes, and so on. Still, I can’t let the voters down, so lets dive to the heart of the matter and talk about the convoluted villain from the most convoluted JRPG franchise around.

Motivation/Goals: Somehow Xehanort’s plans are both incredibly simple and also extremely confusing at the same time.

Thanks to Kingdom Hearts being a relatively simple black-and-white conflict where “light = good, dark = bad,” Master Xehanort’s schemes are a lot less confusing than they initially appear. It goes like this: Master Xehanort saw there was too much light everywhere and decided that the universe needed an equal amount of dark and light. To this end he sought out Kingdom Hearts to utilize its limitless power to reshape reality, but as his plan went further along he became corrupted and consumed by darkness, leading to his council of clone nonsense and all the Heartless, Nobodies, and schemes throughout the series as he now sought to end the world and reshape it for seemingly his own amusement.

Real simple, right? WRONG. At the end of the third game he’s confusingly revealed to be a well-intentioned extremist all along, and he just wanted to bring balance after all! Never mind all the fucked up evil shit he did, never mind how obviously sinister the dude is, never mind how his younger self is the most soulless bastard around, just ignore all that because Grandpa was really just trying to help in his own messed up way. And, yeah, this was how he started before every game after showed him going to even more fucked up extremes to achieve his goal, so... yeah. It doesn’t help that the last game tells us he thought the darkness in everyone’s heart was the issue, as opposed to the previously-established “tyranny of light.”

Performance: As if this man wasn’t convoluted enough, his voice actor situation is nothing short of pure insanity.

Ansem, Seeker of Darkness was initially voiced by Billy Zane in Kingdom Hearts. Out of all the ridiculous stunt casting going on in that game, Zane was probably the best actor aside from Hayley Joel Osment and Hayden Panettiere (and certainly a better and more fitting choice than Lance Bass as Sephiroth). Unfortunately, he was one of the big names who was tossed aside when the sequel came out in 2005, which stings really bad considering his career was obliterated a year later for starring in the film Valley of the Wolves: Iraq, a Turkish film that showed the ugly side of the American occupation of Iraq (and also featured Gary Busey as an antisemitic caricature) during the height of the patriotic fervor surrounding the War on Terror. His career has yet to recover to this day, and it’s sad he didn’t have an iconic video game villain role to fall back on.

Of course, it’s not all bad; his replacement, Richard Epcar (Old Man Joseph in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, the title character of Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo, and Myotismon and Etemon from the first season of Digimon) certainly tore into the role with gusto, hamming it up as Ansem and delivering the sort of magnificent villain performance you would expect from a man who played an evil Elvis monkey. He’s so good in his role they even gave him Terra-Xehanort to play as well! Twice the Richard Epcar for the price of one! Young Xehanort is decidedly less messy, but still changed from David Gallagher in Birth By Sleep to Ben Diskin going forward. Diskin, of course, is most well known for playing Numbuh One in Codename: Kids Next Door and Young Joseph Joestar in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. Kinda funny how both Josephs are playing essentially the same guy at different points in his life.

Master Xehanort’s VA situation is, without a doubt, the biggest tangled mess of them all. When he first appeared in Birth By Sleep, he was portrayed by none other than Leonard Nimoy, a man who needs no introduction and who spent his time going up against the dude voiced by Mark Hamill. Finally we get to see the ultimate battle, Spock vs. Luke Skywalker! 

Alas, Leonard Nimoy sadly passed away in 2015, leaving Master Xehanort in an awkward spot. Thankfully, they had an excellent backup in mind for when Kingdom Hearts III finally rolled out: Rutger Hauer, a man who needs no introduction (Ok, maybe he needs one a bit more than Nimoy; he was Roy Batty in Blade Runner and the eponymous character in Hobo with a Shotgun). Unfortunately, his performance wasn’t quite as good as Nimoy’s, though not bad. The fact he was able to carry the burden of voicing a character previously portrayed by a universally beloved actor to a solid finish is an impressive feat only matched by Greg Baldwin wrapping up Iroh and Aku in Mako’s honor. Truly a decent note to go out on!

...Except there was DLC, which featured an appearance from Xehanort. And wouldn’t you know it, Rutger Hauer sadly passed away in 2019, leaving Xehanort voiceless once more. Who could possibly fill the shoes of two incredible sci-fi actors who starred in some of the greatest film and television roles of all time? I’ll tell you who: The guy who voiced Mr. Clipboard in Foodfight, baby!!!

Motherfucking Christopher Lloyd of all  goddamn people is now Master Xehanort, and honestly? It’s just perfect. Xehanort looks like he would have that sinister snarl Lloyd gives villains like Rasputin and the aforementioned CGI abomination. This is truly a match made in heaven! Let’s just hope he doesn’t sadly pass away right before he needs to record more lines too.

The only one of these dudes with a consistent VA was Xemnas, who had Paul St. Peter from beginning to end. He previously appeared in a Psycho Analysis when I talked about the Pillar Men, as he voiced the best one (Wammu); it seems playing the best Xehanort squad member was practice for playing the best massive Aztec vampire. You might also know him from Digimon, where he’s played characters such as Wormmon and Leomon. The man has incredible range and never turns in a dull role.

Final Fate: This is one of the most contentious aspects of the guy. All of the incarnations get a pretty interesting sendoff in the third game as most of them come to some sort of epiphany in regards to their lot in life, with Ansem and Xemnas both getting rather tragic farewells where the heroes feel a bit of sympathy for them and Young Xehanort going out gloating to Sora and being an absolute bastard. But Master Xehanort, the big bad who has tortured and enslaved and destroyed and caused untold chaos and devastation in his quest to create a world that fits his idea of balance? He… peacefully goes into the afterlife with his best friend. Needless to say, gamers were pissed this dude had a peaceful ending despite all of the shit he did, especially when he didn’t really meaningfully redeem himself to earn it.

Best Scene: These are the bad guys in an action RPG series, what do you think their best scene is? Their boss fights, duh! Ansem, Seeker of Darkness has his massive marathon boss fight at the end of the first game, where he summons a Darkside and turns into a giant Heartless ship, and if you’d like to count his time possessing Riku there’s that ball-bustingly difficult battle in Hollow Bastion too; Xemnas has his super hard bonus boss fight in the Final Mix of the first game and then his action-packed final battle in the second one, which features you fighting him while jumping down a skyscraper, slashing buildings in half, and a whole lot of lasers; Young Xehanort has his bonus battle in Birth By Sleep and main story fight in Dream Drop Distance; and then all of them get great final duels in the third game, which culminates in the awesome final battle against Master Xehanort himself. The man is incapable of dropping the ball when it comes to boss battles, no matter which incarnation you’re facing. Plus, you get to live out this memetic SpongeBob quote every single game you beat him up in:

Outside of the fights, I think Young Xehanort takes the cake out of the incarnations with the scene where he is verbally flayed alive by Woody of all fucking characters.

Final Thoughts & Score: Let’s go one by one, shall we?

Ansem, Seeker of Darkness

The first Xehanort we encounter, and honestly it’s hard not to feel a little nostalgic about him. This was our first Kingdom Hearts villain! He’s the one who got us all stuck for hours in Hollow Bastion as kids because Ansem-Riku was an ungodly pain in the ass! And Billy Zane’s fantastic performance led to an unending avalanche of memes, with basically every single line of dialogue Ansem said becoming a meme; Hell, the reason I didn’t bother with a “Best Quote” segment up there is because I would have just been rambling off quote after quote from this guy. And Richard Epcar was obviously no slouch when he took up the role, keeping this original baddie as cool as ever up until his genuinely sad demise in the third game. He’s essentially your average generic JRPG villain elevated by a great vocal performance, cool design, and interesting twists, and for that I think he deserves a nice, fat 8.5/10. The only downside to him I can really think of is that he is overshadowed by Maleficent (who is a way cooler villain), but being overshadowed by Maleficent is a fate all Disney villains must accept.

Xemnas

Kingdom Hearts II is the best game in the series, and Xemnas is the best Xehanort incarnation of them all. It’s not even particularly close, really. Chronologically your first encounter is that sick bonus boss fight in the first game, and from there he goes into the second game as the big bad and gets the most fucking awesome boss fights imaginable, putting the final battles from the first game to shame. Dude can make lightsabers pop out of his hands, how is he not the best Xehanort? Organization XIII were really cool, and Nobody did it better than Xemnas… which is what I would say if so many of the others didn’t have a lot more personality than him. Yes, he’s a great final boss and he’s super badass and he fits into the big Xehanort scheme, but if I’m being honest he never really felt as compelling as a lot of the other Nobodies. Luxord, Xigbar, Axel, they all felt a little more fleshed out and interesting, y’know? Again, though: Lightsaber hands. You can be as vague a villain as you’d like if you have lightsaber hands. Sometimes a simple and fun villain can be great, and a 9.5/10 is a good score for Mr. Mansex here.

Young Xehanort

There is an inherent tragedy to the other Xehanorts. They lack a heart, they lack emotion, and in their final moments they become aware of their own limitations and reflect on their nature, gaining understanding before dissolving away. But not so with Young Xehanort! Homeboy straight up doesn’t give two shits when he’s beaten, because he knows when he dies he’s just gonna go back to his own time and grow up to be the big bad of the series! If you didn’t get the picture in his final moments, let me spell it out for you: Young Xehanort is an unrepentant cunt, and I love him for it. His unique time powers, the voice performance by Ben Diskin, and the infamous verbal beatdown Woody gives him all help make him one of the more memorable incarnations of Xehanort, and I think that warrants an 8/10 at least.

Terra-Xehanort

This guy is the greater-scope villain for the first few games as he is the source of both Xemnas and Ansem, one of the most hideously powerful incarnations of Xehanort due to being a combo of, well, Terra and Xehanort, and nearly singlehandedly kills all the heroes; Donald has to pull out the God-tier magic of Zettaflare to beat him back. The thing is, as I never played Birth By Sleep all the way through, I don’t really fully grasp the sheer scope of his existence beyond knowing he’s a nasty piece of work. I don’t know if I can fairly rate him without all that context; I think, tentatively he deserves an 8/10 if only for the impact he had on the rest of the series.

Master Xehanort

Finally, we get to the big boss. As I’ve said, I never finished Birth By Sleep, but I did play through the third game and Dream Drop Distance, so that counts for something, right? I don’t hate Master Xehanort or anything—it would be hard to since he’s voiced by three of my favorite actors—and he has excellent boss fights, but I can’t just rank a villain entirely on how fun it is to beat the shit out of them. I think his motivations are stupid and messy and he ends up feeling really nonsensical at the end, with his redemption being so rushed it almost feels like what internet weirdos think Steven Universe is. Without him, none of the assholes above would even exist, and yet he gets to go peacefully into the great beyond while Sora yet again gets cockblocked and tossed into a different dimension. Going into this review, I was certain I’d rate him lower because of how bad his ending was, but… nah. He’s too much fun to beat up and just an enjoyable evil overlord character with one of the most convoluted apocalyptic schemes I’ve ever seen, so while he may be hard for me to love, he’s even harder for me to hate. 7.5/10.

Overall, I’m not sure if I’d necessarily call Xehanort one of the all-time greatest JRPG villains—he doesn’t quite measure up to Square’s iconic enemies like Sephiroth or Kefka—but it is pretty inarguable that he is a great, memorable, and iconic antagonist. Maybe it’s just my nostalgia talking, but kicking the shit out of this dude again and again and again across fifty different bodies he’s jacked for his wacky schemes has been fun from day one. I kind of wish the focus on him didn’t eventually overtake and overshadow the Disney villains like Maleficent and Pete, but for what he is, he’s a fun foe. He doesn’t really keep things simple and clean, but the way he’s making me feel tonight makes it hard to let him go.

[master-missysversion]

Ascension of the cybermen time!!

I'm dedicated to getting series 12 finished tonight, I want to start flux so bad

My liveblogs under the cut

The story of brendan is so much cuter than the actual timeless child story man. Maybe there's an alternate universe where the timeless child was found by someone as loving as that Irish couple

I looove scenes where companions find out the doctor knows about horrifying events in humanity's future. I wonder what the fam would think of the toclafane

Mmhm even though the doctor doesn't like weapons, she's still used to having plenty on hand when it comes to the cybermen. Even that abandoned theme park had a doomsday bomb on hand

I looove the cyberdrones, theyre so funky. Best thing since the cybermats 😄

Wooahh stunts.

God I love the doctor in this. I think she's so scarred from Bill, she desperately wants them to just leave and go far away from the cybermen. In that last mission with Bill, she thought everything would be fine, then she thought she could save Bill, then thought she could fix her. She knows better now. But I think she need to believe in herself more, because we all know what happens when the doctor assumes she'll lose...

Oohh it's Ashad

This is such a serious scene but the doctor runs so silly I love her

"I used to do this a lot and people got mad" story of your life i think 😆

Now what do you have ginger humbugs for girl 🤭

Sorry Ashad I can say with certainty that you will not be bringing about the end of humanity fhdjkddls

"Have to bill you for therapy at this rate" 😭😭

The brendan story as an allegory for the timeless child is so fascinating to me purely because there's parts of it that just....aren't quite right. Like the loving parents and the cliff fall being more malicious instead of accidental. Iirc the story was created by Tecteun so some of the changes make sense (the loving parents- tecteun sees herself as a saviour) but why the other changes? Just to make it make more sense? To seem more unremarkable?

A fully functional abandoned ship.....if its sounds too good to be true, it probably is

Graham is lowkey so doctory. "Are you gonna keep going on about that" "every hour, on the hour", "level 139, always been my favourite level." Over explaining his weird little phrases. And that reaction to being flirted with lol. It's all very doctor.

I feel bad that this Ko Sharmus guy ends up dying for nothing basically

Aw Yaz is very Doctory too. She has the doctors optimism.

I love that the brendan story is like. Everything is perfectly normal. Until you look a little too closely. Or watch a little too long. But even if someone had watched the whole thing, if theyre not familiar with earth customs, they might just assume everyone who retires from the garda gets their memory wiped. But even so, if they're paying attention then theyll probably find it a bit odd that brendan had aged but his loving father and supportive superior officer (who are now both torturing him and wiping his memory) haven't aged at all somehow. It's such a good allegory for the story of tecteun and the other higher ups exploiting the timeless child for endless life (thus lack of ageing) then betraying them after initially posing as someone to be trusted

GALLIFREY

Kicking my legs and clapping rn LOOK WHOS HERE

OH. I forgot it just ends right after he appears aahhh dbjsksmd what a cliffhanger

[st-dorothy-minority]

A World of Our Own - (unfinished)

Since a few of you said you were interested in reading some unfinished works, I will start to share! (thank you to those who showed support for this ❤️)

First up is the very first Cell/Gohan fic idea I ever had, though not the first to be written 😄 This was going to be a multi-chapter fic, slow burn, enemies to lovers. Picking up at the Cell Games after Cell self-destructs.

Plot:

Cell "kidnaps" Gohan and works to continue developing Gohan's "hidden potential." They become feared throughout the galaxy, though as more and more time passes, Cell recognizes just how miserable Gohan is and begins to have a soft spot for him. He decides to settle down for a bit on a quiet planet, and as Gohan begins to befriend the nearest townsfolk, so too do they see Cell and Gohan as their new protectors. When some baddies come to try and take over, Cell and Gohan defend it (with Cell claiming it's his and to kindly back the fuck off). Gohan ends up getting severely poisoned by one of their attacks and that's when Cell realizes he would give anything not to lose him.

They end up striking up an intimate relationship, becoming more family with the townspeople, and it eventually gets to be "too much" for Cell. He's so uncomfortable with it all because this is not him and what he was created for. He ends up self-sabotaging by telling Gohan he's taking him back to Earth to be where he belongs. Emotional "break up" ensues, Cell returns to their home, sets it ablaze, and he watches from afar as their adoptive family comes to help them only to find both of them gone.

Cut to Resurrection F plot where Gohan is getting wrecked by Frieza. Frieza is about to kill him when all of a sudden, a large purple forcefield shields him from the blast. Gohan looks up to find Cell. Cell proceeds to wreck the Frieza force like a majestic dance in the sky, and once Goku finally arrives, the two of them finish Frieza off.

There are several other scenes I've thought up for this, but tried to keep the synopsis relatively brief 😅 So with all that said, here's the brief start I got done for it (around 3k words)

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The dust and debris hadn’t even had a chance to settle. The bright light from the single beam attacks was all that could be seen cutting through the cloud of sand and rock, downing one right after the other. Gohan gasped, his voice caught in his throat despite wanting to scream and call out a name. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, every one of his friends was on the ground around him – a single blast through the chest enough to kill them almost instantaneously.

How can this be?! he thought to himself in panic and total shock. How is he here?! How-

The familiar, condescending laugh sounded from beyond the disturbed rubble, sending a horrible chill down Gohan’s spine. He stood, frozen in place as he waited. Waited to see that smug face again. Waited for the blast that would claim his life. Waited for death.

“That was a clever little stunt your father pulled,” the smooth voice said as the wind swept away the wreckage, leaving Gohan to look upon the face he had believed would only return in his nightmares. “Clever indeed. Frankly, I thought he had me beaten too. However, Dr. Gero was a man of pure genius, and I should not have doubted him.” Noting the utter disbelief written on the boy’s visage, Cell continued. “Allow me to explain. Inside me is a nucleus so small, it can withstand practically anything, including my little kamikaze. As long as it remains intact, I can regenerate again and again and again. You see, Gohan, I am truly perfection. I cannot be defeated.”

Gohan fell to his knees, unable to grasp the severity of what was being told to him. “I….”

Cell cackled. “And there’s the look I long to see – the look of terror. I must admit, your father didn’t sacrifice himself completely in vain. Were it not for him, I wouldn’t have picked up his instant transmission technique that will surely come in quite handy for this new reign of fear I intend to bestow upon the universe. Not only that, having survived such a blast, the Saiyan DNA I possess has made it so that I am far more powerful now than I could’ve ever imagined. Yes, things have worked out quite nicely, wouldn’t you agree?”

With his fighting spirit crushed, Gohan bowed his head and wept. Even if he could harness the intensity of his hidden power again, Cell wasn’t concealing his anymore; the young boy could feel the immense intensity of it, the full exertion of the android’s energy that paled in comparison to what both of theirs had been prior to Cell’s reckless decision.

He kept his gaze on the ground as Cell floated down to stand in front of him. Alone and defeated, Gohan waited for the blast that would claim his life like his friends. There was no point asking for mercy. He’d doomed the world.

“I would be remiss to not acknowledge your valiant attempt at saving this planet,” Cell began quietly, piquing Gohan’s attention. “You are much stronger than I had anticipated, and much stronger than your father. Your potential is something to be feared….Which is why I have a proposition for you.”

Gohan’s head snapped up at this. He stared at the android in disbelief. What is he planning? What is he thinking?

“Join me, Gohan. Travel the universe with me in pursuit of destruction, chaos, and power. Together, we would be unstoppable. Granted, I would be even without you, but it’d be far more entertaining to have someone like you alongside me. Join me and I’ll leave the Earth alone. Your loved ones will be free to live in peace, and your friends can be wished back with the dragon balls. Should you refuse….” He chuckled, a deviant smirk written on his countenance. “Then I’ll follow through with my intent of annihilating the planet and proceed on my own to do the same elsewhere.”

“How….?”

“Make no mistake – I won. But consider this another little extension of the Cell Games, if you will. You could say – a chance for second place.”

[new-squidbese-fattoon]

Giant Lollipop

Captain 3 gets that kraken growth spurt

She didn't know why Agent 4 gave her a lollipop in the first place, but the Captain wasn't one to reject free candy... Plus, this was Four. She was the best cook in the Splatoon, and if there was one thing that she could be trusted with, it was food! So moments after Four left, Three didn't hesitate in enjoying the rather large lollipop she was given... However, moments after she had finished the lollipop, Three felt an oddly rumbling from her stomach that was followed up by a bit of pain... What was going on? Was this Four's doing? No... Four has done her fair share of pranks, but not to a point where it would physically hurt the Captain. Plus, with how passionate she was about food, there was no way Four would pull this stunt off... Whatever the case, as the Captain clenched her stomach in pain, that was when the changes started to happen...

She slowly started to increase in height, all the fat she had gained thus far being turned into pure muscle until eventually, after a minute or two, her growth had stopped... With the Captain now standing at a pure seven feet tall as opposed to the 5'4 woman she was previously. Not only that, but she looked like she was strong enough to punch through buildings and solid brick walls with ease alongside being able to bend the bars of a solid steel cage or cell without breaking a sweat! Hell, the woman could probably walk or run miles at a time without getting tired out! It's best those Octarians watch out, because thanks to what the lollipop had done to her... She was now insanely strong and insanely fast-

[cjsmalley]

Ghosts Are Watching Over You:

“Dean,” Sam kneeled by the boy—Ancients, he was only four—and spoke softly, “My name’s Sam. We’re not gonna hurt you. Can you talk?”

Dean, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, shook his head.

“Okay, that’s okay, sweetheart,” Sam assured. “I’m gonna ask you some questions, okay? For ‘yes’ raise a finger, for ‘no’ raise two. Do you understand me?”

Dean hesitated but raised a finger.

“Good, good job,” she sat down crisscross style, “do you understand what’s going on?”

Dean shrugged.

“Oh, little one,” Sam exhaled slowly, “Your father sold you to my husband…we’re not gonna do anything to you or Sammy,” she repeated quickly as Dean shook more, “you’re safe, Dean, you’re safe; we’re gonna take care of you and your brother, okay? You’ve just been adopted; do you know what that means?”

Two fingers.

“That means you get a new mom and dad, if you want. I can be your mom, or your aunt, or a big sister.”

Dean shook his head before managing to croak, “Mommy’s with the angels.”

Sam nodded in understanding, further explaining, “Your Daddy wanted help so he gave you and Sammy to Danny—that’s the Ghost King and my husband—and me and our friend Tucker. I’m so sorry, little one; this isn’t fair to you or Sammy. But we’re gonna make it fair, okay? Oh, sweetheart…”

Dean had started crying—because he was only four and had just been given to strangers and a strange place and he wanted his mom and dad and everything to be normal again.

Slowly, carefully, Sam picked him up, giving him the chance to squirm from her hold, and brought his head to her shoulder as she hugged and rocked him.

He slowly cried himself out and was dozing when she stood up without disturbing him; she carried him to Medical.

Just by holding him, she could tell he was underweight and she swore to all the Ancients that he better not have been physically abused or else she would send Danny back to deal with the biological father.

Doctor Peterson was scowling when they entered, having just finished up with Sammy who was malnourished and underweight for his age group.

Dean’s examination, with vaccinations because any records had gone up in the housefire with their mother, showed more of the same. Malnourishment. But they had caught it early, thankfully, and it wouldn’t stunt either’s growth as they aged.

Tucker came in to take Dean, after being introduced, as Danny had Sammy, so that Sam could contact Frostbite for the Lactation Potion she had used for Damian.

Sammy could probably eat solids at his age, but she wanted to be prepared.

Then she rounded up servants to clean out the nursery and a room for Dean near the nursery, sent Tucker and Dean to the Royal Tailor to get the boy’s measurements as he and Sammy only had the clothes on their backs, warned the kitchens to start making vegetable and fruit purees, warned the child therapist they had on staff of an incoming patient, and called back the family to meet the newest members in a couple of days, once they settled in some.

She downed the first dose of Potion with dinner that night and ignored her chest starting to ache as she led Dean to first the nursery, so he could see where Sammy would sleep, then to his own room and tucked him in after explaining the pull-cord that would Summon Nanny Clara.

Sam found Danny still working on paperwork in their chambers, recording the specifics of the Deal for Dean and Sammy’s souls.

And so Dean and Samuel Winchester became Phantoms.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

[runawaymun]

Hey:) Could you do a Thranduil/Elf!Reader (romantic), where the reader is quite curvy but really insecure about it, because elves are tall & graceful but the Reader isn't, and Thranduil overhears some other elves teasing her, or finds her crying (idk you decide) and makes her feel better? Make it as angsty as you want, but please make it fluffy too! I use she/they pronouns. (PS: I LOVE your work)

ahh! I love this prompt. And thank you!! I hope you like this one~ this got HUGE lol. But it was loads of fun.

Thranduil x Elf!Reader - A Gown Spun from Starlight

genre: hurt/comfort, romance warnings: none, except for Elves being jerks about the reader’s figure.  for: @narniaandthenorth reader pronouns: she/they

sindarin translations + lore references for those unfamiliar:  anu/inu - male/female elleth/ellon - man/woman (but like, Elves) Naugrim - a kind of rude/racist term for dwarves, lit: “stunted people”. mîr nín - my treasure/jewel gil-mîr - glittering jewel Vaire: weaver, wife of Namo/Mandos - the Valië that weaves the tapestries in the halls of Mandos which depict the story of Arda Elbereth: the kindler of the stars, most beloved Valië of the Elves, wife of Manwë, lord of wind and sky, and queen of the Valar. Said to be too beautiful for words with a face that radiates pure light.

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You’re used to the looks.

You’ve lived with them your entire life. Though, admittedly, you grew up among your Noldorin relatives and they were much better at relegating their judgement to the lift of an eyebrow, a stare that lingered just too long, or --if they were feeling especially rude-- a snide comment or two. But your Silvan and Sindarin cousins have no such subtlety. 

At first, their outright jokes and laughter had shocked you, but you’re getting used to that now. At least it’s more or less died down now that King Thranduil (of all people!) has declared his interest. 

Of course, that came with its own issues.

The laughter was now replaced with nasty glares. 

You can’t blame anyone for it. What Elf--anu or inu-- didn’t fantasize about the king of the Woodland Realm? Thranduil is breathtaking: seven feet tall, silver-haired, and built like a Vala. You’re still not sure what he sees in you. 

Neither is anyone else. 

And they make that known as loudly as they dare. But, of course, never in front of their king. 

Usually you can more or less ignore the scowls and pretend the laughter isn’t about you. But today Thranduil is out on a hunt and, as the saying goes, while the cat’s away...

...the mice are downright malicious. 

The tailor sticks you with another pin and you have to suck in a sharp breath at the sting of pain. He shoots you a smile that’s more cheshire than apologetic, almost daring you to accuse him of doing it on purpose.

“Forgive me. I am unused to working with someone of your...shape.”

You stare at him, in half a mind to just walk out on the fitting, as you feel your face heat in a mixture of shame and anger. You clench your fists at your side but you keep your expression as neutral as you can. You’re under enough scrutiny as it is. The last thing you need is to add “hot-tempered shrew” to your list of faults. 

“No harm done,” you say, trying to sound as magnanimous as you can. As a queen would be. You’re going to be one after all. 

He flashes another façade of a friendly smile and returns to draping the mockup over you. There’s a party coming up and Thranduil has commissioned a new gown for you: something befitting of his Intended.

The tailor only gets halfway through pinning it up when he stops and starts taking it all off of you again, muttering: no, no, no-- it’s all wrong!

You frown at him. He calls for his assistant to start remeasuring, and you have to roll your eyes as the brown-haired ellon comes over with the tape and draws it around your too-wide hips.

“Master tailor, you’ve already taken a thousand measurements!” you complain.

“Yes,” he snaps, “And I shall have to take a thousand more. I cannot finish the fitting today, I fear. The mockup hangs all wrong on all of those...” he drags his eyes up and down your body and vaguely gestures to all of you, and despite yourself you shrink a little on the pedestal. He means your hips. Your breasts. Your thighs. Everything about you that’s too much. It’s all too much. It always has been.

And it hurts.

You hate that it hurts. It shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t let it hurt you, but it does. As soon as you reached your half-majority, you started growing differently to your other Elvish peers. Clothes have always been a struggle as every single tailor tried to squash you into a silhouette that you just don’t have.

You can’t decide if it would be better if Thranduil was here or not. The tailor wouldn’t dream of insulting you like this if he was here, but you hadn’t wanted to keep Thranduil from his hunt and you also aren’t sure that you could bear to be poked and prodded and measured with him watching. 

They were talking about you now --the tailor and his assistant-- complaining about you and making all the jokes you’ve heard before. You try not to listen and stand still, fingers still balled up into fists, tears brimming in your eyes that you don’t dare try and wipe away. You don’t want to give them the satisfaction.

“I just don’t know what he expects me to do,” the tailor grumbled. 

His assistant chuckles around the pins he has in his mouth as he kneels to adjust the new hem to accommodate your legs --which are far shorter than the average elleth’s. 

“I am not a worker of miracles, you have to understand,” the tailor goes on. “But I am doing my best.”

Numbly, you nod, hoping that the stiller you stand and the quieter you stay, the faster this whole humiliating experience can be over. 

The assistant takes the last pin out of his mouth and finishes the hem. He stands and steps back, studying their work side-by-side with the tailor and mutters with a helpless shrug:

“There is not much you can do. I am not certain even lady Vaire herself could make one of the Naugrim look like one of the Eldar.”

The tailor claps a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh.

Don’t cry.

Don’t cry.

Don’t you dare cry. 

“Half-naugrim,” the tailor corrects-- as if he’s being charitable. “Even so, I would never in a thousand years think our king would deign to take a half-naugrim for a concubine.”

He says it so casually. Like you aren’t even there. You can’t even see through your tears. Shaking, you climb down from the pedestal with the mockup fabric bunched around you, ready to bolt out of the room. You don’t even care that you’re not properly dressed. You just want out of here.

The voice from the doorway stops you dead.

“Even if I did, it would be no concern of yours, master tailor.”

It rings through the room like a lightning strike. Thranduil stands in the door, filling it, wearing his hunting gear and an expression that could freeze a balrog solid.

“How dare you,” Thranduil thunders, striding into the room to step between you and them, gathering you up underneath his arm. He still smells like the forest he’s been out in: like green growing things and rich loam. He wipes at your tears with the leather-gloved pad of his thumb and murmurs in your ear: “You’re perfect.” 

“--We-- we did not mean to insult you, sire,” the tailor tries. He’s gone as white as the mockup muslin.

“No. Indeed you did not. You meant to insult my Intended. But,” he tisks, “In the end you only succeeded in insulting yourself.” His voice is icy; his arm around you is tight. He stands tall as an oak, towering over the two of them and they seem to shrink in his shadow. “I had thought you were a skilled enough tailor to create something worthy of my Beloved. Clearly I was mistaken. Fear not: I never make the same mistake twice.” 

“--Sire--” 

He holds up one gloved hand. The tailor shuts his mouth and squirms beneath his glare.

“You’re relieved of your position,” Thranduil snaps. “You have three hours to pack your things and head for the borders of Greenwood. I suggest you make haste before I decide to have my soldiers drag you there by your ears. Get out.” 

The tailor flees. His assistant, however, hovers nervously and Thranduil’s predatory glower turns on him.

“Have you lost your hearing?”

“Please, my king. I am just his assistant--”

“--Oh. Good. Then you may assist him with his luggage on your journey out of Greenwood.”

The assistant actually bursts into tears. Thranduil’s face remains impassive-- even vaguely disgusted. The ellon runs out and you almost feel sorry for him.

“You didn’t need to banish them,” you whisper once they’re both gone.

“I will suffer no one to abide in my kingdom who sees fit to mock my queen,” Thranduil replies, voice knife-sharp, turning to face you.

“Then you’d have to banish half your subjects, and that’s hardly practical.”

You hate the way your voice shakes just as much as you hate the way his whole body goes stiff.

“Why did you not tell me of this, mîr nín?” He sounds both horrified and furious.

“Are you that blind?” you scoff. “Look at me!” 

A heavy silence passes between you two. Your eyes, the treacherous things, are still leaking water and you hate yourself for it. 

Thranduil’s gaze is a weight pressing on top of you. It sears you to your core. He peels off his riding gloves and tosses them carelessly onto the tailor’s table, then presses the crook of his finger beneath your chin.

When you meet his glittering blue eyes, the expression in them is so intense it knocks all the air out of you.

“I am,” he says, voice suddenly impossibly soft. “I am looking at you.”

Habitually, you avert your eyes. It’s too much. You’re still flushed red with shame.

He grips your chin and commands: “Look at me.”

You do. His gaze is no less intense. He winds an arm around your waist, dipping until your noses brush together and you can feel his warm breath ghosting across your lips. 

“I burn for you,” he hisses. “You enchant me. You undo me utterly, gil-mîr. I do not concern myself with the opinions of others, least of all that fool of a tailor.” 

Your mouth trembles. He brushes his thumb over it and then presses a kiss to your lips. Usually his kisses are fire, possessive, consuming, passionate, leaving you breathless. This one is gentle, almost chaste, and dripping with pure adoration.

“You will be no concubine. You will be my wife. Their queen. I would have them all see you as such.”

You close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder, and he winds his other arm around you and cards his hand through your hair. He’s so much taller. So strong. Pure power bound up in every inch of him. He makes you feel so safe.

“I don’t want to go to that party,” you mumble.

“And deny yourself the pleasure of making them all sick with envy? Please.” 

You smile into his shoulder. “And how, dear Beloved, am I to do that without a gown?”

“You shall have a gown,” he growls back. “A gown such that no one as ever seen, laden with so many white gems they shall think Elbereth herself has come down from the heavens to Greenwood. You shall have it even if I must hold a hundred thousand tailors at swordpoint to get it.”

It’s so dramatic. So very him.

It makes you warm in the very best of ways. You take his face in your hands and stand on your toes to press a kiss to his forehead. 

“Do not. I fear we would run out of tailors.”

Thranduil looks entirely unbothered when he replies: 

“For you, that is a price I am willing to pay.” 

[hugmetightlyx]

iconic duo

pairing: platonic!Yelena Belova x fem!reader

posted on March 19th, 2022.

@midnightefflorescence asked:

Xero, sorry to bother you but I need some platonic! Yelena Belova x fem reader where they Bully/Bother the Avengers and just be an iconic duo

note from xe: you could never bother me!! can you tell that found family is my favorite trope? also, this is a little more pranky than bullyish, I hope you don't mind. I had way too much fun writing this lol, thank you so much for this request!

masterlist

summary: In the world where the age of Ultron wasn't nearly as bad (meaning Piet is very alive and very well) and Wanda killed Thanos before he got the chance to hurt anybody else, Yelena and Y/n are partners in crime.aqqqqqqqqqq

word count: 0.8k

Every family has the classic trouble maker kid that gave every other member of the family a more lighthearted version of hell.

And for the Avengers family, that trouble maker would have been doubled the moment Yelena set foot in the compound.

Natasha had thought it would be good for her sister to come and stay with the rest of the Avengers (and some honorary ones) after she had finished helping the last of the women from the red room. And it did.

Everyone else though, yikes.

It started when Yelena had witnessed Y/n bribe Pietro to go put a shit ton of magnets on Bucky’s arm, just to see if it would stick. And when they did, Y/n and Yelena got to watch with great joy as the silver-haired speedster ran around the compound in an attempt to get away from the super-soldier.

The second time was when the two girls had found out just how heavy of a sleeper Loki really was and they had ended up putting his hair in pigtails and then endlessly teasing him about it the entire day.

But they officially became the iconic duo that they are now when Y/n asked Bruce a shit ton of questions about the chemicals he was using to distract him while Yelena switched some of the vials.

Tony’s eyebrows took a month to grow back.

When Peter Parker was introduced to the avengers the girls immediately began treating him as one of them, giving him the nickname of “spidey boy” purely to get the satisfaction of seeing Peter having to correct them. And he did, every single time.

And although the two liked to tease the younger avengers, nothing was as good as fucking with the OG 6.

Clint was made one of the only targets whenever he was at the compound considering he had been retired and only came every few weeks to visit.

One time Yelena and Y/n stayed up until 4 in the morning carefully gluing every arrow Clint had brought with him together.

He didn’t notice until after he had gone home, there were a few angry voice mails after that.

Steve was an easy target because of his age and let’s be real the guy isn’t nearly as caught up as he probably should be and the duo takes full advantage of that.

“Hey, old man, let me help you with those groceries, wouldn’t want you to take on more than you can handle,”

“Y/n, I’m a super soldier-”

“Shhhh, Steve Rogers, let us help you, please, this cannot be good for your back”

Simple shit like that got the best reactions, especially if it was in front of people.

Steve would let out a grumbled “Sam, it wasn’t that funny,”

Meanwhile, Sam is damn near cackling on the floor while Wanda watches with a fond expression as the two girls continue to antagonize the poor old man.

Oh, you thought just because Nat is an ex-assassin and Yelena’s sister that meant she was exempt from this? Oh, baby, think again.

Steve may be the easiest to fuck with but Nat was the funniest.

She also never let any of the little stunts get her too angry because at the end of the day they were all pretty harmless and never had any malicious intent behind them.

But the two girls were well aware that Nat was also the most dangerous to fuck with so they kept those stunts pretty minimal.

That is if you think that putting post-it notes on literally every inch of her room is minimal.

To keep Nat out of her room they had told Pietro and Peter that it was her birthday, causing the boys to panic and plan a day full of activities for the woman who was like a second mother to them both.

Oh boy, the look on their faces when they found out they were accomplices to the prank.

Needless to say, the two boys were both pretty cautious when listening to Y/n and Yelena and always went to one of the older avengers to get confirmation before listening to the duo.

Of all the Avengers, Thor, Sam, and Wanda were the three that were pretty much left alone (besides that one time they put Nair in Thor's shampoo bottle).

Thor’s reactions weren’t too fun, he was always just confused by the end of it. Sam was always willing to help and not snitch when he knew of a prank as long as they left him out of the outcome. And Wanda, well, she can read minds.

Bruce was also pretty much untouched, seeing as they didn’t want to risk him hulking out.

Everyone else though. They were free rein.

At the end of the day, the little (or big) family couldn’t stand the thought of not living with those stupid little pranks, even Vision.

It was almost endearing to watch the two bond over them and the laughs from the others helped keep everything lighthearted.

Frankly, they’d all be a little concerned if they hadn’t filled the empty oat milk box with water just to see how Bucky would react to it once he poured it into his bowl.

The Avengers couldn’t imagine a world without their iconic duo.

[alienguts]

First Date (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce takes Y/N out for lunch for their first date.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Request?: Requested by WhitlockMoon on AO3!

A/N: I was asked if I could do a sequel to Chance Meeting by a lovely reader on AO3 and I couldn’t resist!

Bruce’s heart hammered as he stared at his phone. He’d asked plenty of women out before but he’d never been so nervous to do it. This wasn’t a fake PR stunt to keep the press off his back, this was real.

Just send the message, he told himself. The worst she can say is ‘no’.

He quickly typed out the message, his thumbs rapidly tapping against the screen, and pressed ‘send’ before setting the device down and wiping his clammy hands against his sweater. It was cold in the Cave - as it usually was - but he couldn’t help but feel warm.

In the city, Y/N’s phone buzzed in the desk she kept it in while she worked at the Gotham Gazette. She briefly scanned the room to see if her boss was watching before taking a look at the phone. The screen lit up to reveal a text message from Bruce Wayne, one that she’d been waiting all week for after meeting him at a charity gala. She’d thought about him all week; the way his eyes sparkled in the low light, how he seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say, his soft easy-going smile, and how he towered over her without making her feel intimidated. Her work partner who’d attended the gala with her teased her endlessly about having a crush on Bruce and while she’d laughed it off, she couldn’t deny that she thought he was unbelievably attractive.

Do you have any spare time today? Thought I’d take you to lunch, my treat.

A smile sprouted on her face as she read the text, butterflies starting to emerge from their cocoons in her stomach. She quickly tapped out her reply: 

You don’t have to treat me, but I’d love to join you for lunch.

“You look happy,” her partner said from behind her, making her jump and almost drop her phone. “Got a date?”

“I wouldn’t call it a ‘date’, but I am going out to lunch with someone,” Y/N replied as she put her phone back in the desk drawer.

“Lucky you, who is it?” Y/N turned her face away, trying to hide her widening smile. 

“It’s Bruce Wayne,” she said shyly as her face burned.

“Bruce Wayne?” her partner said a little too loudly, drawing a couple of stares from the desks around them. “Sorry. I told you before Y/N, he’s got a bit of a reputation. Be careful with that one.”

“I’m a big girl,” Y/N said as she locked her computer and packed her things away. “I can handle myself and I’m pretty sure his reputation is based on rumours started by someone who got rejected by him.”

“Alright, but text me if anything goes wrong, I’ll cover for you.”

At one o’clock, Bruce stood outside of the Gazette’s offices. It was a chilly autumn day so he’d opted to dress comfortably in dark wash jeans and a grey sweater, his outfit finished with a tailored coat. He ignored the stares and whispers from people entering and exiting the building, instead keeping a lookout for Y/N. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for her to appear. She dashed out of the elevator, dodging any rubberneckers in her way and trying to not slip on the freshly waxed floor. When she looked up from her feet, she noticed Bruce watching her from the other side of the glass doors and gave him a bashful smile.

“Hi,” she said shyly when she met him outside. 

“Hi,” he responded with a soft smile. “Ready to go?”

“Where did you have in mind to go to?” Y/N asked as she noticed her co-worker from the society section walking past her, a look of pure jealousy on her face.

“I thought you could pick,” Bruce said, guiding her to walk away from the building. “I don’t go out to lunch in the city very often so I don’t really know where’s good.”

“Do you like pizza? I know a good place a couple of blocks away,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t prefer something fancier.

“Pizza sounds great,” he said with a soft smile.

The pizzeria was a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant just like the ones Bruce used to go to with Alfred sometimes after school. The smell of melted cheese, rising dough, and tomato sauce drifted through the air, bringing back old memories. A pair of TV screens displaying the menu hung on the tiled wall, completely out of place amongst the old decor that must have stayed the same since the 1970s. Numerous giant pizzas sat in a warm glass cabinet, waiting to be sliced up and eaten. Y/N ordered two slices each for them, one plain cheese and one pepperoni. Bruce paid and took a ticket from the cashier before waiting for their order to be called.

“This doesn’t seem like the kind of place you’d usually be in,” she said, echoing what he’d said to her at the gala.

“Maybe not these days, but I used to come to places like this a lot when I was a kid,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Did you go with friends?”

“My oldest friend, actually.”

“Do you still talk?” 

“Every day,” Bruce said casually, trying to not let it show that he was talking about his butler.

“That’s sweet,” Y/N said before their ticket number was called. They both stepped up to the counter to collect their food and quickly found a table for two in a quiet corner of the restaurant. She giggled quietly to herself when she noticed him looking around for cutlery.

“Just use your hands, Bruce,” she said as she picked up her pepperoni slice and folded the crust before taking a small bite out of the tip.

“Sorry,” he said with a chuckle of his own. “I guess when you’ve been eating in fancy restaurants for so long you forget how to eat with your hands.”

“Well, this may not be caviar, but I’m sure it’s just as good,” she said as he took a bite of his own slice.

“This is miles better than caviar,” he said around a mouthful of pizza as politely as he could. “You picked a good place.”

“We journalists tend to eat a lot of junk so I like coming here for convenience.”

“A friend of mine works for the Daily Planet in Metropolis so I’m familiar with the journalist diet.”

They shared idle chit chat as they ate, swapping stories of high school and work and talked about why they both chose their respective careers. He wanted to continue on with his father’s work while also helping the city’s less fortunate citizens, while she wanted to make a difference in her own way.

After they’d finished lunch, they’d stopped by a coffee shop nearby - Bruce paid again, of course - and decided to take a walk through Robinson Park. His hand brushed against hers a few times when he’d opened doors and gates for her, sending jolts of electricity through his skin. Y/N could feel his palm ghost against the small of her back when other people appeared to get too close to them.

The park was awash with autumn colours. Previously green lawns were covered in a blanket of red and orange leaves that crunched when dogs ran through them. It was getting close to winter, and Gotham would soon be icy and dusted with snow so many Gothamites were making the most of the autumn scenery. Y/N could feel the stares of people walking past them, whispering to each other about how that’s Bruce Wayne as if he were some kind of mythical creature. He didn’t seem to pay it any mind, however.

“How do you do it, Bruce?” she asked him. He brought his coffee cup down from his lips and looked at her quizzically.

“Do what?”

“Go about your life while the whole world is gawking at you,” she said, noticing that one couple quickly averted their eyes when she looked at them.

“It is awkward, but I just do my best to ignore it. When I was a kid, it felt like people were taking pity on me when they looked at me but now it’s not like that.”

“Is being looked at like you’re made of gold better than that?”

“I suppose,” Bruce said before taking another sip of coffee. “But it’s nowhere near as nice as it feels when someone looks at me and sees a real person like you do.”

Y/N felt her face start to heat up and turned her face away, hiding her smile from him. He gently placed his hand over hers in her lap, bringing her attention back to him and gave her a warm smile. His knee brushed against hers as he shuffled closer to her on the bench and shot her a look to wordlessly ask ‘is this okay?’ She moved closer to him in response and angled her face up to meet his, her lips slightly parted. The world around them had disappeared, leaving only the two of them. She shivered when he gently ran his fingers along her jaw and tenderly stroked his thumb on her lower lip before leaning into her.

The gap between them was almost completely closed when Y/N was startled by her phone ringing, the shrill tone piercing her ears. She sighed as she moved away from Bruce and dug her phone out of her pocket.

“That’s my co-worker,” she said, deflated. “She’s probably wondering where I am.”

“Sorry, I must have kept you too long,” he said as he checked his watch.

“It’s okay, I had a nice time,” she said with a smile, continuing to ignore the ringing phone.

“I didn’t scare you off then?” he asked as they both stood up and started to leave the park.

“No, you didn’t scare me off,” she said with a soft laugh. “Listen, I gotta take this but I’d love to do something like this again.”

“Text me when you get back into the office,” he said as he let go of her hand.

She gave him a wave as she left the park and rounded the corner before hurrying back to the Gazette offices.

Later that night, Bruce was back in the Cave, looking through the case notes of the latest crime spree he was investigating. He’d been engrossed in his work for hours as he scrolled through the notes, any messages from his personal phone were ignored until one message finally caught his eye:

Hey, I had a good time today, would you like to go to dinner sometime?

He picked up the device and smiled as he tapped out his reply.

[writersmilex]

Tricky : Head-canons.

I bet many people have been waiting for this? 

- It was a usual day. You're having a chat with the friendly hotdog vendor. Something you usually do when visiting.

- Then suddenly, The vendor's face pales up. You ask him what is wrong, but he doesn't answer you. You understand when you turn to look in the direction the vendor is looking.

- There, in the far distance, a street sign gets closer and closer.

- You shield your eyes from the sun with your hand to get a better look, it's indeed getting closer.

- The moment the sign is in closer proximity, a figure jumps out of the ground. You almost dropped your own hotdog out of surprise.

- Strange things happen all the time in Nevada these days, but this is a first. A green clown with bright orange hair approached, and cackles.

- The clown slams his free hand on the vendor's cart and demands; "I WANT HOTDOG! SWEET & SOUR SAUCE! PLEASE!" Well... at least he said please...

- The vendor doesn't hesitate to make a hotdog for this clown.

- "THANK!" The clown thanks the vendor, and then his head snaps towards you! He caught you staring.

- "HI! BYE!" He waves briefly at you, and then leaves as quickly as he arrives. Both you and the Vendor stare out as the street sign disappears in the distance.

Acquaintance____

- You came across this weird zombie clown a few more times, after the first meeting.

- "HEY! YOU! YOU! I KNOW YOU!" A loud voice you recognize as that green clown.

- He races towards you, and seems very haply to see you even though you only met him once. And not event officially.

- You're taken aback for sure as he vibrates in one place, he must have gotten a lot of sugar, or some drug...

- "who-who are you again?" You ask carefully. He reminded you of an escaped psych-patient.

- "TRICKY" He exclaimed proudly. Pointing a thumb at his own chest. You can't help but smile a little, the behavior of this guy is already entertaining for you.

- Tricky took you by your hand, his skin feels really rough and leathery. You didn't know where he was taking you, but at least he jogs and doesn't dig around.

- He took you to the bakery for a pastry. Well... you took a pastry and he took an entire apple pie. "YOU GONNA EAT THAT?" He asks as he finished his pie in less than a minute. "Get away dude, this one is mine!" You jokingly push him back a little. Making the Clown cackle.

- And that's how it began, a friendship with this weird zombie clown guy. He's show up every once in a while and take you places.

- You never expected yourself to become good friends with a weird zombie clown, and yet here you are!

Platonic____

- You heard Tricky call you his best friend multiple times. Not that it's not true, no. You'd consider the clown a good friend too by now.

- Tricky is the best at cheering you up when you're down. "WHY YOU SAD?!" He would question, and then take your hand to take you some place fun and cheer you up.

- And you're there for him too! When the Clown is upset or bored he look for you. You always make him happy with the ordinary life you live.

- However that life didn't stay so ordinary after you met the Clown. Strange things started to happen, The sky is gone now, and all the other grunts are so hostile now. You had to learn to fight on order to defend yourself and not land in an early grave.

- Trick was more than happy to teach you a few handy defense tricks. It's a little extreme for your style but it sure is handy to know.

- And if a battle gets to much for you to handle, Clown will gladly take over and protect you while you recover from a stunt grenade or something.

- Once every enemy is killed, Tricky takes the time to check on you. For any injuries, looking you all over to make sure he isn't missing anything.

- And then after the whole ordeal, the two of you go for a hotdog. Always nice...

- You have always wondered how this came to be, it was purely random. One day this clown zombie keeps taking you around everywhere, but it's not an unwelcome change.

- As you leave to go back home. You can only wonder what tomorrow has in store for you.

Romantic__Pining____

- Tricky is very open about his adoration towards you. So much so that hugging you has became his way of greeting you. If he can, he'll pick you up and shake you around wildly. Cackling all the while.

- Over the time you spend with the Clown, you can feel that a sort of relationship was build. You're bewildered with the fact that someone like Tricky is willing to spend the time of his days with someone as ordinary as you were.

- Tricky is willing to stop time for you if he could. And he could! Anything can happen in Nevada!

- Tricky has mentioned your name while on his weekly battles with Hank. But Hank still has no idea who this (Y/n) person is that the Clown keep mentioning.

- While in a standoff with Hank; Tricky will pretend to look at a wristwatch he's not wearing. Saying that he's late for some (Y/n) cookies. Hank is left by himself and the Clown just goes up and leaves for... cookies?

- Tricky was pretty much in love with you before. But when you presented home-made cookies to him. You pretty much stole his rotten heart by now.

- One time you asked him why he likes spending so much time with you. One simple answer; "YOU MAKE CLOWN HAPPY!" And he gave not further input to it.

- That exact feeling is mutual, he makes you happy as well.

- Tricky will find many excuses to hold your hand. His weirdest excuse yet is; "IT'S WINDY! YOU MIGHT FLY AWAY!" It's not that you cared that much for the excuse, holding hands with him makes you feel fuzzy inside.

- You're aware of your feelings for the Clown. But if feels strange. This violent power hungry Clown got your attention and you're not entirely sure how to feel about it. Then again... He's not the worst person around... right?

Romantic__Relationship____

- You had to know, you really couldn't just sit there anymore. You decide to make the first move.

- In a moment together with the Clown, you take both of his claws in yours. Rubbing your thumbs over the leathery loose skin. And you spilled your feelings.

- "I know it sounds crazy..." You laugh while avoiding eye contact with him. You expected a rejection on his side, maybe he's finally attack you as you had feared in the beginning of your meeting. But much to your surprise, you can feel Tricky's hands start to vibrate in your grip.

- You look up at him, he shows a wide grin. Then he pulls his hands out of your grip and embraces you tightly. Nearly breaking your spine. "CLOWN SO HAPPY! CLOWN LOVES YOU TOO!" he preaches, shaking you around wildly. But you got used to that be now.

- As a sort of date, Clown takes you to a disco party. And you danced and had a lot of fun together with Tricky. Tricky loves seeing you so happy.

- One day, there is this guy that looked like Jesus that walked up to you. "Keep that Clown in line will you? Saves me a lot of effort." And then he left.

- Tricky of course loves hugging you. Sometimes squeezing you a little to hard. When cuddling with you, he lets out this low growl from the depth of his throat that almost sounds like a purr.

- Clown sometimes calls you his "FOREVER PERSON" Whatever that means... Not that you mind it, it's endearing in his own way. You don't have a specific nickname for him, but you have a list of possible names to call him.

- Hank and his friends still have no idea who you are. Even though Tricky mentions you quite a lot. Tricky's enemies only know you as this (Y/n) person that the Clown likes so much. They haven't seen you nor know where you are.

- It's not uncommon for Clown to return to you with some body-part missing. Then it is your job to fix because he himself doesn't care. You're basically an expert in that stuff by now.

________________________________________ Tricky is here! Thanks for reading. - Smilex

[dizzydennis]

Sonic x Metal Sonic Cover Story!

Translator note: I am not totally fluent in Japanese so please understand that my translations are not perfect, but I hope you can enjoy this fun story. Any constructive criticism is appreciated.

Deep within Dr. Eggman’s abandoned, secret lab... a robot connected to a database booted up made note of the current situation. The evaluation was as followed:

[[Current status... "unfavorable"]]

While this robot was in rest for maintenance, Dr. Eggman was once again defeated by Sonic. Yet again, “he” was unable to rush to protect his master from crisis.

The same amount of bitterness stirred inside him... or perhaps even more.

It longed for the opportunity to defeat Sonic.

This mechanical piece of intelligence was known as “Metal Sonic” and it was created for the sole purpose of destroying Sonic. It continued to analyze the situation:

[[Current status is "unfavorable"]]

☆ ★ ☆

"Speed ​​Highway" is a super-three-dimensional highway that runs through a plethora of high-rise buildings.

It has many acceleration lanes such as the “360-degree rotating loop” that rises to the sky and a corkscrew that stretches into a large spiral. It attracts the souls of speed enthusiasts everywhere!

Sonic was running around in good spirits as he hummed to himself.

CRASH!!

Suddenly, something attacked Sonic head-on! He barely avoided it as the road just ahead turned into a pile of rubble from such a shattering impact. Sonic let out a gleeful grin.

“I’m worried. You didn’t damage yourself with that stunt, did ya, Metal?”

It was, in fact, Metal Sonic that stood up from the rubble.

Metal gave a piercing, sharp gaze towards Sonic. Within a second, he quickly closed the gap between the two of them while pointing his left hand to Sonic.

“Hey! Isn’t that--!?”

It was the flickering of a Chaos Emerald. Metal’s other hand pointed to the innermost parts of Speed Highway. It was unwavering.

Sonic instantly understood what Metal Sonic meant.

“You’re gonna bet that in a competition against me? That doesn’t seem very fair now, does it?”

Sonic then took out his all of the Chaos Emeralds he had on him.

“Alright, Metal! This is for real then. All or nothing!”

In an instant, two blue shadows dashed out onto the street, illuminated by the lights of the skyscrapers at dusk. The race that moved faster than the speed of sound had begun!

☆ ★ ☆

As the sound barrier was broken, the rush of wind echoed through the elevated roads that were cast as a valley between the buildings.

A corkscrew twisted down from a 360-degree loop as it curved to the right and then to the left. It then went into a spiral that took them up and down and all around.

Sonic lightly traced across the road’s surface as he felt enthralled by the difficult course of the Speed Highway. Metal Sonic was able to glide across the road with the use of a jet engine.

The race continued with the two hedgehogs barely gaining a step on each other, but a big change occurred in the middle of the course. A super long and sharp curve came out after a speedy decent. Metal Sonic decided to engage in some close combat before this area.

He boosted forward as his body entered this shocking, electromagnetic state. It was a sudden attack, but Sonic was able to avoid it. He must have read his moves. Metal Sonic’s energy output temporarily dropped at the end of the boost as he slowed down; just as planned. He could clear the curve with just the right amount of speed. Sonic had to slow down here too and Metal Sonic had nothing to lose!

Everything was going fine, but at that moment, Sonic was speeding up and approaching fast. Metal Sonic’s thoughts became fragmented if only for a moment.

[[......!?]]

Sonic, as he started to tumble off the side of the course due to his great speed, had put his hand out and grabbed Metal Sonic’s head, curved inward, and accelerated towards the inner-section of the course. He pushed Metal downwards and perfectly made the curve.

“My bad!”

Metal Sonic, who managed to regain his posture, raised his face, he saw Sonic running far ahead.

Metal Sonic tried to analyze the situation

[[Current status... "unfavorable"]]

☆ ★ ☆

Metal Sonic continued to analyze everything while giving chase. He had never won again Sonic ever since their first battle. He was built for the best performance and had a tireless, steel body. There were many factors of his creation that should have meant he was unbeatable.

But I can never win.

Why? Why... it’s just a hedgehog that runs fast...

Right at that moment,

A buzz of electricity rippled through the robot’s AI and it’s train of thought.

Is it because it’s not just “fast.”

 [[............!]]

Why was this robot made to resemble Sonic?

Perhaps, the creator, Dr. Eggman, created this body simply to not waste time creating it, but to also be a replacement to Sonic.

It was created for that specific purpose. There’s something that had to be done.

Metal cut all non-essential parts such as “fire control” and the “electromagnetic spark capacitors.” All systems were set on full power to “Speed.” Metal sharpened and gutted himself on the inside.

A moment later, a creature of blue steel, which had become the pure concept of a new “Metal Sonic” began to chase after Sonic the Hedgehog.

☆ ★ ☆

Meanwhile, Sonic had already taken notice that something had changed with Metal Sonic. The distance between them was gradually getting shorter.

Metal Sonic was purely a machine. There’s no way to know what it could even be thinking about. However, Sonic could sometimes tell. He could sense Metal Sonic’s joy, willpower, and unhealthy obsession towards victory.

“Looks like things are heating up!”

Sonic sped up even more, with a serious expression, muttered words of amazement while suppressing a grin that was continuously rising to his mouth.

“Heh, you don’t feel like you’re getting burned out?”

It was a straight line from the left-twisting, half-corkscrew to the goal. Below, you could see the surface of the city piercing upwards. The two blue streaks sped up the outside of a vertical skyscraper.

The goal was just around the corner. Sonic was in the lead.

Metal Sonic’s AI became fully aware at this point. It would not win at this rate.

How can it win!? Perhaps it could increase the output from the jet propulsion unit a little more, but where there even enough resources to do so...!?

☆ ★ ☆

"...?"

Just a few hundred meters from the goal.

Right then, Sonic couldn’t understand what happened.

Metal Sonic pulled out to Sonic at an impossibly fast speed! A dazzling seven-colored light erupted from Metal’s chest as a bright red flame with black smoke gushed out of the jet exhaust hole on his back. Parts and debris flew off of him in a violent roar.

“Metal...!?”

That’s right. Metal Sonic absorbed and utilized Chaos Energy! However, the power of the Chaos Emeralds was not stable and was very uncontrollable.

While speeding ahead, Metal lost his balance and collapsed.

Upon seeing this, Sonic tried to call out...

In a single moment, Metal was swallowed the the seven bright lights as they were then engulfed by smoke. Metal Sonic turned into a glowing red bulb.

The explosion sent an impact out that knocked Sonic back. As he looked up to the sky...

Against the backdrop of the night sky, Metal Sonic’s scattered body parts, which drew a trail of red flames alongside shimmering shards of window glass seemed to fly by in slow motion.

For a single moment, Sonic thought it was strangely beautiful.

Immediately after, Sonic got to his feet while being shocked at the explosion sounds that came soon after. When suddenly...

Metal Sonic’s upper body, which only had the torso, head, and right arm attached had crashed to the floor. As it made attempts to crawl towards the goal. The efforts proved too exhausting as he soon stopped dead in his tracks... just 10 meters away.

Shortly after, Sonic begrudgingly crossed the finish line; putting this little game to an end.

A Chaos Emerald flew towards Sonic. As he caught it, he looked back with a unique and serious expression. Metal Sonic had tossed the emerald with the last of his power.

[[......!!]]

Metal Sonic jumped to restrain Sonic as he approached with his fiery eyes.

Sonic felt as if Metal Sonic was saying that it’s impossible for two people to have crossed the finish line.

The damage that Metal Sonic had taken wasn’t as bad as Sonic had expected.

Sonic spoke in his usual tone, feeling uncomfortable with how relieved the situation felt.

“It was a good race.”

As Sonic let out his remarks, he never turned back and said,

“I’ll be waiting for a rematch.”

☆ ★ ☆

The defeated Metal Sonic was analyzing the current situation.

This time, it was an utter defeat.

Metal tried to re-calibrate all of his resources, but still couldn’t win.

Metal Sonic tried to sharpen his strengths, but it was all too late. In the end, he lacked a way to channel his resources and self-destructed.

....However,

it should be noted that an unprecedented performance was achieved this time.

 Even with the final Chaos Emerald, considering that the race would have been lost regardless, it wasn’t necessarily a bad move... but a more detailed analysis is to be postponed.

A rescue signal was already issued. Aid was available and recovery could be achieved at Eggman’s base. If Metal connected to the base’s main computer and analyzed today’s data, he can definitely win next time. There is room to not only improve speed, but also inhibitory behaviors and attack patterns.

I can still reach a tier of being and there will others who can surpass or fall victim to that tier!

At the moment, Metal Sonic was forced into a deep sleep mode due to a drop in his voltage energy. His ability to think dropped rapidly and Metal Sonic obtained an analysis result that was unbiased and unemotional.

 [[Status is... “favorable."]] 

[clearlydiamondz]

New Partners

Erik Stevens x Black!Reader

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(Y/N) and Erik are partnered up on a mission. After getting stuck together, things get a little heated between the two.

Warning: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content, Semi Fight Scene, mention of infertility, self harm

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(Y/N) looked around the table with men as she rolled her eyes. So many men sitting here with their pride so far up their ass, it was showing in their face. She knew they had a problem with her being here, but it was more that just that. She was one of the best assassins this organization had to offer. They were intimidated by that. Who wouldn’t be. 

You were on of the girls that escaped the Red Room. That’s right. You were a black widow, trained along side the infamous Natalia Romanova. Better known as Natasha Romanoff. After loosing you’re home from S.H.I.E.L.D, you joined this organization. Just one thing threw it off. You were the only women here. Even though you irked something in their head, they couldn’t help but find you sexy. The only person in here who’s never given her a hard time was Erik. 

Erik was to himself. He didn’t speak to no one unless it was call for for a mission. He was just to himself.

“Good morning everyone.” Your boss Ricky came in as you put your phone away. “I’m going to keep this meeting short and simple. We heard a big deal going around the streets that some of the alien space craft parts from the attack on New York in 2012 is floating around the black market. We will be attending a bidding so that we can get those parts in our hands. Each of you guys here have been handpicked by me because you are  one of the best that we have here.” he said. 

After going her case file, she saw that was playing the role of Isabella Hardaway.  The wife of Simone Hardaway. She looked at all the information that was given to her. 

After the meeting, she was walking to her office when she felt someone tap her shoulders. She turned around seeing Erik standing there with his arms cross. It looked as if she just came back from a mission considering he had all of his tactical gear on. 

“I am going under as Simone Hardaway. Meet me at my office to discuss details before you go on lunch..” Was all he said before stepping away. She turned around walking back to her office and shutting the door. 

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Before her lunch break, she walked to Erik's office knocking on the door. She heard a come in before walking into his office. The first thing she noticed was the interior of it. Everything was black and gold. It smelled good in her, kind of like Pine Cone. And he had a lot of Wakandian artifacts. The only reason she knew about it was because back in the red room she would read all types of articles and books about Wakanda. 

“You have a very nice office..” she trailed off. 

“Let’s just talk about the mission, yeah?” he said. She nodded. 

“Sure.”

Erik was a cutie. She was always attracted to the guys who didn't say much. Due to some research, she knew it was always the niggas that didn't talk a lot knew had to handle business.

And there was nothing more than she wanted for him to handle her...

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(Y/N) rode the elevator back to the quarters that same night. It was time for them to start the plan and she was only a couple of  minutes late. As the doors opened, she walked into the building and instantly everyone's eyes were on her.

She ignored their stares as she went to the tactic room grabbing the gear that she needed. As she was signing out her equipment, Erik came beside her leaning against the wall. 

“You’re late.” he simply said as she looked up at him giving him a fake smile. She closed booklet before looking at him standing up fully. 

“Sorry but I have to look the part of a billionaire.” she said then looked at herself. “It just doesn’t happen sweet heart.” she finished before walking out the room. Erik turned around as she walked past him, looking at her backside as she walked outside the door.  

There was no hesitation that Erik wanted to have his way with her. She was fine, smart and witty. She’s been working here a little over two years now and this was the first time he could actually talk to her. Even the first time on a mission. 

They received their instructions sitting in the back of the limo, riding to the place where they were doing the bidding at. (Y/N) was looking over the notes she had tucked into her clutch before Erik spoke up. 

“You shouldn’t hide the notes in your hand bag.” he said in a suggestive tone as she looked at him. 

“I’m not. I just bring it with me so that I could go over everything before the mission.” she said folding it and tucking it under the seat. He shook his head chuckling. She looked at him raising an eyebrow. “Oh wow.. he actually laughs. Someone record this.” she said shaking her head.

“Anyways...” he trailed off turning around and looking at him. “There are somethings that you need to know about this place. It’s heavenly guarded. Metal detectors everywhere. So.. those weapons you have is useless.” he said. 

“Yeah I figured that out. But that’s why I have this.” she pulled her dress up to see a knife strapped to her thigh. Erik wasn’t really focused on the knife, more of how full her thighs looked. Damn, he wouldn’t mind being in between those thighs and getting lost. She pulled it back down, Erik not making it noticeable that he wasn’t paying attention at all. 

“A knife. You are going up against a bunch of men with guns... and your defense is a knife?” he asked pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh.. you have a lot to learn my friend.” 

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They inserted the hall, their arms linked with each other. “Their holding the parts on the 5th floor but it’s heavily guarded.” They heard in their coms. 

“We need to make our presence known a little bit, then we can sneak off.” she told him as he nodded.

“Ah, you must be  Simone and Isabella, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” An Italian man walked up to them. Erik reached his hand out for him to shake.

"Ah, you must be Giovanni." Erik said to him as (Y/N) shook his hand.

"Oh wow, you're even beautiful in person." he winked at her. Deep inside, she was disgusted. But she had to play along with the roll.

"Oh stop, you're making me blush." she playfully said as he smirked at her.

"Well the bidding is going to start an hour so make yourselves comfortable." he said. They were left alone as Erik whispered in her ear.

"We need to get back there before they start bidding." he said as she nodded.

"I memorized the floor plan of the place. There is a hallway on the left side of the building behind the bar. It should direct us back there." she said. They saw the entrance was blocked by two guards standing there with AK-47s.

"Yeah, but those big ass niggas standing in the way." he said as she smirked at him.

"Well, all we need is a distraction." she said to him as he leaned back in the chair. "What do you mean you have a plan?"

"Just follow my lead..."

- - - - - - - -

She walked to Fabian tapping his shoulder. He turned around about to snap until he saw who it was. "Oh, Mrs. Hardaway. Is everything alright?" he asked placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Actually, one of your guests here have been incredibly rude to me. A-And it's just making me and my husband a bit uncomfortable and I really just don't appreciate it." she said shaking her head.

"Who!?"

She pointed in the direction where a man by the name of Rodney stood. She knew who he was. Rodney was one of the dudes that ran a drug ring on the West Coast near Compton. He was a hot head that didn't mind popping off on anyone at any minute.

Mixed with Giovanni, who didn't think with his head but his fist. If this was going to be a distraction, she didn't know what was.

"Aye, what the fuck Rodney!" Giovanni yelled walking over to him. "Why the fuck you're being a bitch!?" he exclaimed as Rodney eyes went wide with pure anger.

"Nigga who the fuck are you calling a bitch, bitch."

And they fell right into place. The two guards standing at the door ran to the commotion as Erik walked calmly to the back door. She followed as they ran down the hallway.

"See, easy work." she said to him as he shook his head.

"No you're just lucky that the two of them don't know how to control their emotions." she responded as she shrugged.

"Same thing." He followed her as the posted behind a wall. She turned her head to see more guards standing at the entrances. She turned to look at Erik putting up five fingers to tell him that there were five guards.

She dug into her purse grabbing the penny electricity lock before turning around smirking at Erik. She flipped it around the corner before she heard the groans.

"Yo.. you're fucking crazy." he shook his head as she smirked.

"Okay, well look where it got us." she said walking down the hall. She picked up the guns only to see that they were digitally activated. "What kind of..." she whispered looking at this.

"Yeah we can't use these." Erik said looking over her shoulder.

"Whelp the only form of weaponry is my knife so let's get this thing rolling." They grabbed the key card opening the door letting themselves inside. Erik shut the metal door before he walked in shutting the metal doors.

"I have a feeling that Ricky only sent me on this mission for the if it goes wrong because it seems like you got this figured out." Erik said leaning against the table. She dug into her purse grabbing a pair of tweezers before she chuckled. "

"I've seen you're record file, you have some pretty impressive stunt work under your feet." she said as he tilted his head to the side.

"So you stalked me?"

"No, I was just making sure that Ricky didn't put me with an idiot. And he has not." she said cutting the wires to the safe. She heard the air exit the safe before Erik opened the safe. He grabbed the piece as (Y/N) looked at it.

"That's it? It literally just looks like scrap metal." she said as he nodded.

"Well, this is what we need so-"

"Hands up!" Both of them turned around to see a guard standing at the door. "Put it down and step away from the safe." he said as she looked at Erik. He placed it on the ground before the guard walked further inside.

"Alright, lift your dress up."

"Nigga what the fuck?'

"Excuse me?"

"I'm the one with gun here, lift it up." he said as she nodded.

"You don't have to do this? I mean-"

"Shut up! Lift it." she nodded, faking pouting. She lifted up her dress before grabbing the knife aiming it at his arm than throwing it making him drop the gun.

"What the-" Erik punched him the nose the nose before flipping him on his back, grabbing his arm and bending it before she heard a crack. Before he could scream, Erik punched him again in the face as his eyes went shut and he laid limped on the floor. She grabbed the wreckage before smiling at him.

"A bunch of men with guns.. and you bring a knife?" she mocked him as he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah.. okay. You can handle yourself. I like that." he said licking his lips as she raised her eyebrows.

"Don't look at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like that. You lookin at me with some, 'I wanna fuck you' eyes." she said as he smirked.

"Maybe I do."

"Boy bye. You wouldn't know what to do with all this even if it came with instructions. Now come on." she said walking out with a sway in her hips.

"Damn..."

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They were outside walking to the limo when the agent on the phone started talking. "Change of plans you guys. They found that there has been a breach with the stuff. So you guys have to stay in character. We guys got you a hotel downtown." they heard as Erik mumbled a 'shit'.

"Well let's get out of here before they think of something?" he said, she agreeing. They got into the car before the limo driver pulled off.

They made it to the five star hotel and settled into their rooms before she sighed. "We don't even have clothes." she groaned as he shrugged.

"I sleep naked anyways." he said walking into the bathroom. 

“By the way, they have the room wired just in case something goes left!” she yelled out for him but he didn’t hear her. She smacked her teeth before taking off her shoes. I mean she did too, but sleeping next to him. She wasn't going to lie, she was a bit intimidated by him. But oh well. 

As she waited for him to get out the shower, she went through some paperwork she bought with her before she stripped from her gown laying it on the sofa that was in the living room. She grabbed a whiskey glass from the bar before pouring herself a glass of crown royal that Erik purchased. She drink a little more before she felt herself have a little buzz. 

  She had a wet rag wiping the make up off when he stepped out of the bathroom. She didn’t even notice the shower stopped running. He had the tower wrapped around his waist before looking her up and down. She noticed the scars that sat over his body. 

Damn that shit looked sexy... 

He wasn’t hiding that he was checking her out. His eyes traced over her frame. His tongue traced his bottom lip as he looked up at her. He looked further down noticing the scar above her abdomen. 

“What happened to you?” They both said at the same time.

“I said it first.” she said quickly, as he rolled his eyes. 

“Do you want the simple version or the extended version.” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “Extended version?”

“It’s just something that I did to myself to remind me how many people I killed. You know, never make me loose sight of who I really am. Also to remind myself of what I can become.” he responded honestly. 

“You did that to yourself?” she asked, shocked. He nodded. “And you call me crazy...” she said as he chuckled. 

“And you?”

“Do you want the simple version or the extended version?” she asked him. 

“Extended.” 

“So, I grew up in the program called the red room.” she started. 

“Oh yeah. I heard about that shit. That’s why you’re so good at what you do.. huh?” he said as she nodded. 

“Yeah, well anyways. At your graduation ceremony, we had this procedure done. They told us it was just tying tubes so you don’t mess up and get pregnant. But turns out, they took... everything.”

“Ohh...” he trailed off. “That’s-”

“Yeah, It sucks. I want my life to be more than just this. I want to have a kid one day but that’s never going to happen so.. yeah.” she responded.  

“Damn, I’m so sorry.” She didn’t want to end so awkwardly, so she used a little bit of her dark humor. Something she did to avoid having to dig into her feelings.

“But on the bright side, I don’t have periods. The sex is amazing, well depending on the person I’m fucking.” she responded as he squinted his eyes. 

“Why you say that?”

“Well, if their clean, I don’t need protection. And sex is best when it’s raw.” she winked at him.  His eyebrows raised with a sense of caution. He didn’t know if that was a sign or something, but he took it as one.

“Well, I need to get going into the shower.” she walked passed him, walking into the bathroom before turning around and shutting the door. Apart of her wished that he would turn around and follow her inside but she knew he would never do that.

She stripped naked before turning the water to a comfortable temperature. After that, she stepped in letting the water drip down her skin. The water pressure in the shower was no joke.

While she was in her own little world, lathering her body up, she didn’t even notice that Erik came into the bathroom with her. He took the towel off placing it on the sink before putting his hands on the glass. She still didn’t notice that he was in the bathroom with her. Erik wanted that.

He slid the door open, (Y/N) turning around in shock to see him standing there. Dick standing tall and him breathing hard. (Y/N) was stuck. Here he is, one of the sexiest man she has ever laid eyes on, is butt naked in the shower with her. Something took over her as she wrapped her tiny hands around his dick slowly stroking it up and down.

“You want this dick, (Y/N)?” Oh his voice was deep deep. “Once I start I ain’t going back. I plan on ruin your little ass.” he said as she looked up at him.

“That’s what I want..” she whispered to him. She leaned forward placing a kiss in his chest before making her way down, placing kisses all the way until she was face to face with the monster.

His dick was just as beautiful as him. Long and thick, a vein very noticeable and his tip leaking out with ore cum. “You want this pussy?” she asked him, putting her hand down there rubbing her clit in a circular motion. “She stay wet and ready to take some big dick like this..” she whispered kissing along his dick. He clenched his jaw as he leaned against the shower wall.

“Keep talking like that. Watch me fuck that mouth of yours.” he warned her as she smirked. She wrapped lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around it collect all of the syrup he had to offer. Sweet but tangy. She liked it.

She slowly made her way down his dick as he closed his eyes throwing his head back. “Yeah... you know what you doin. Show me what ya little freaky ass got.” he said to her. She wrapped her other hand around the base stroke it as she sucked him properly. It was nice and slow. For her sake, this man was big. Way too big to fit in her mouth. She don’t even know how she managed to get this much of him.

“You’re so big Erik.. you sure it’s gonna fit in this tight ass pussy?” she asked him as he chuckled.

“You should be asking yourself that question. I’m digging in that shit no matter-ooh.” his sentence was cut short when she started to stroke him faster while sucking his dick. “Show off then. Little nasty bitch, I love me a nasty bitch. Play with that pussy. I want the shit dripping down my chin when I eat that shit you hear me?” he said as she nodded.

“Yes sir.” Oh that made his dick jump. She noticed the little peak of excitement before smirking to herself. She focused her attention on his dick before letting him fuck her mouth. Her hands were on the floor as he grabbed her hair keeping her still as he attacked her throat.

“Fuck! Your shit is dangerous ma!” With a final thrust, he came all down her throat. It came out of no where and she coughed. She wasn’t no bitch though and swallows it.

“Swallow all that shit.” he directed her. He saw her swallow it before smirking. “Stick ya tongue out.” she stuck her tongue out before he grabbed her by the throat pulling her to her foot. Within a split second, he had his tongue down her throat. He sucked on her tongue, tongue gliding along each other as she moaned.

“I know, I’m finna play in that pussy right now. I know she’s wet.” (Y/N) stuck her tongue out once more as he looked at her confused until it finally hit him.

This is just one nasty bitch... yeah he definitely keeping up with this one.

He spat in her mouth as she smiled bringing him into a soul crushing kiss. “Go put your leg on the counter, I’m hungry and I want some of that pussy.” he told her as she smiled in content. She opened the glass door before stepping out. He followed her to the counter as she placed her leg on the counter stretching out. He walked behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. She felt his hard dick rubbing against her thighs as she leaned back against him. With his other hand, he rubbed her ass then giving it a slap.

She gasped then moaned as he smirked at you. "You like that, don't you?" he said as she nodded. His fingers traced around further before he was rubbing her clit from the back.

"You got this wet just by sucking my dick?" he asked her a she nodded.

"Yes.. I love sucking dick." she told him as he smirked.

"Yeah, slutty ass." Unexpectedly, he dipped his finger in her pussy as she gasped. Damn this nigga have some thick ass fingers.

"Shit you tight.. you sure she can take all this dick." he said rubbing his dick against her ass as she nodded.

"Yes I can take it- ooh." she moaned closing her eyes throwing her head back. He curved his finger hitting her G-Spot as she moaned.

"Fuck daddy, Right there. Shit!" she gasped out as he kissed her shoulder. His pace went faster as she felt a pressure in her abdomen. "I'm going to cum.." she whispered.

"Yeah, let me get that." he said as she smirked. A couple of seconds later, she came all over his fingers. He kept going like nothing ever happened. She was overly sensitive, and he could tell bu the slight shake she had.

"Fuck... Erik wait." she gasped as he shook his head laughing.

"Nah, all that fucking teasing you did. Keep your leg up. Don't fucking move." He bent down gliding his tongue along her folds as she fluttered her eyes shut.

Erik moaned as her wetness dripped down to his tongue. He thought it was damn near impossible for someone to be this wet but here she is like a faucet. He stood up as she placed her foot on the ground. He turned her around lifting her up and sitting her on the counter. She bit her lip looking at him as he shook his head.

"It doesn't make any fucking sense how wet this pussy is.." he said to her. He grabbed his dick rubbing his tip along the fold as he sighed in pleasure.

"Stop teasing me.."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do." he grunted at her. He teased her a bit more before entering his slowly.

"Fuck..." she whispered out as he stretched her out. "Fuck you're filling me up."

Erik on the other hand went silent. He was in complete shock about this. He slowly started to thrust as she gripped the counter top for support.

"Good ass pussy, this my shit here. You understand?" he said as she nodded.

"Yes.. oh my god." she groaned. She put her hands between their bodies, rubbing her clit in circular motions. "Faster please." she moaned a nodded. He started to fuck her faster, the sounds bouncing off the bathroom walls.

"Fuck..."he groaned picking her up. He walked out into the room, pushing her against the wall, thrusting faster into her. She let out a loud scream before he kissed her to muffle the noise.

"Fuck baby... you beating my shit up."

"Like I'm suppose to. You hear her, making all that fucking noise." he said a she nodded.

"Talk to me."

"Yes, I hear her!" she moaned.

"Yeah, she like that shit. Slutty ass pussy.." he grunted. She bit his shoulder in attempt to keep her from screaming.

"I-I think I'm about to cum." she whispered as he smiled. "Let me feel that shit." With a tight squeeze, she released all on him as she hit her head against the wall.

"FUCK!" she groaned. Her body shook once more as he carried her to the bed. He flipped her on her stomach before arching her back.

"We not done.. far from it." he said. Without warning, he thrusted fully into her, thrusting into her at a fast pace. She bit the sheet as she moaned. Tears rolled down her eyes as she let the pleasure overwhelm her.

"What happened to me not being able to handle yo ass? What was that shit you was talking?" he taunted her. Now it was her turn to be stuck. He grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her back to his chest. He laid his chin on her shoulder whispering in her ear. "Answer me when I'm talking to you? You got some good dick and now you can't talk?"

"Baby.. please." she whispered as he smiled at her. Oh that shit was wicked.

"Baby please what? I can already feel that pussy tugging on my shit. You about to cum again?"

"YES!" she screamed as he smacked her ass. "Stay just like that while I bust this nut all in your guts bitch." he grunted letting go of her hair. The pressure came quick again, and within a couple of seconds she squirting all over him and the bed. She lost balance falling into the bed with him following her.

It triggered his own orgasm as he let his cum drip deep inside of her. "Fuck!" he grunted out as she spasmed a bit feeling it.

"We ain't done..." he whispered to her as she groaned.

- - - - - - - - -

Meanwhile, in the control room, the entire team was in shock. At first they were confused.

"It's silent, why can't we hear them?" Ricky said as one of the tech geeks, James, started typing away.

"Everything seem to be connected. We don't know. We can hear the shower running..." he said as Ricky stood up biting his nail.

"Maybe we should-"

"Fuck daddy, Right there. Shit!" They heard that shit loud and clear.

"Uhhh...." James awkwardly said. It was silent for a few moments before the heard smacking noises. That's when they heard a loud scream.

"Fuck baby... you beating my shit up."

"Like I'm suppose to. You hear her, making all that fucking noise."

"Should we turn it off?" James said about to push the mute button.

"Just put them on low. We can't risk not hearing anything if something happens." Ricky said, his face in utter disgust. "Jesus Christ..." he said walking away shaking his head.

- - - - - - - -

The next morning, they woke up to a loud banging on the door. (Y/N) shot up looking around to see Erik laying next to her snoring." She grabbed the robe that the hotel provided wrapping it around her body. She ran to the door to see guards standing outside of her door. She opened it.

"Oh well how can I help you gentlemen?" she asked smiling at them.

"We are reporting to all the guests that was at the bid last night. Some artifacts was stolen from us." she said as she gasped.

"What? Oh my goodness, who would do such a thing?" she asked.

"Well we suspect you two. You guys aren't really together are-"

"Everything alright baby?" Erik came into view as they looked at him in shock. Not because of his scars but because all of the hickies and scratch marks that was over his body. They took notice of the ones that you had on your neck.

"No, they are accusing of us of not being together! They think we stole some artifacts from that place. Well I tell-"

"So why were you the first ones to leave?" he asked as she scoffed.

"After that fight, we decided that it was out of control and unprofessional. We can take our business else where." she said rolling her eyes. "Y'all don't have any cameras or security. Just ghetto if you ask me."

"We did have cameras, they were all out."

"So you're accusing us of stealing? We don't need to steal."

"Do you want us to show our wedding pictures? Because we-"

"Actually Mrs. Hardaway, we don't have any more questions. We are sorry for bothering you." he said. She slammed the door in their face before turning around.

"I'm surprise you can even walk."

"Shut the hell up."

- - - - - - -

They made it back to the quarters for the briefing. After the briefing Ricky went to your office to talk to you and Erik. "First I would like to say congratulations. You guys did an excellent job." he smiled at the two.

"Well you know I always try my best." (Y/N) said smiling back to him.

"And another thing. If you know the room is wired, please be a little more quiet when you guys do the do. It's very uncomfortable." he said before walking out. (Y/N) eyes went wide as Erik chuckled shaking his head.

"I totally forgot that it was wired..." she said putting her hands in her face.

"To be honest... I realized half way through but I was like fuck it." he laughed as she threw a pen at him but he caught it. "While we're on topic, I need to finish up my report. But meet me in the quiet room in an hour. I want some more." he told her and with that he left.

Damn...