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echotzzz · 4 years ago

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Elriel connection in powers & abilities + N&C

The only people that have used Truth- Teller

“This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.”

“It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

Azriel lends his truth teller to Elain in which she use it to make the killing blow towards the Hybern King.

Anything, I begged the Cauldron. Anything—

Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

Feyre literally begged and bargain with the Cauldron to save Nessian and in returns the Cauldron send Elain and not only that, together with the shadow and truth teller.

Is it coincedence that the one time Feyre pray for the Cauldron, Elain was the one who came. Is it coincidence that, in order to kill the Hybern King, Elain was equipt with truth teller and the shadows for it to happen?? Is it coincidence that this scene were remain mysterious and never mention again?? like everyone suddenly forgot it actually happen. Like the Cauldron set things up for it to happen according to the fate🤔

Nuala & Cerridwen

“Why do you think they’re now whispering in Azriel’s ear that I’m in here?” “I thought they answered to Rhys.” “They answer to both, but they were trained by Azriel first.”

N&C were trained by Azriel and they report to him. They have loyalty towards Azriel and not to mention that they are half wraith, shadow manipulator and can travel through wall and stone.

Who knows Azriel also had train others as it was mentioned that he have spies and sourcer from different courts.

Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them.

Nuala swallowed hard. “The lady said she was hungry, so we went to make her something. But—she said she wanted to learn how, so …” Hands wreathed in shadows lifted in a helpless gesture, flour drifting off them like veils of snow. “We’re making bread.”

Breathed in the smell of the bread Nuala and Cerridwen had baked that morning with Elain.

We know Elain was in depression after she was turned. N&C were the ones that made Elain slowy started to do and learn something new which is baking

Baking is the one thing that were in common between Elain, Nuala and Cerridwen. They have the same interest and form a frienship from it. This remind me of something

Feyre, Mor & Amren= Wine

Nesta, Emerie & Gwyn= smut books

Elain, Nuala & Cerridwen= baking

Elain’s voice was colder than usual. I glanced at Nuala and Cerridwen, the latter giving me a shake of her head as if to say, Not a good day for her.

They understand Elain moods. They stop Feyre from asking Elain more questions.

“Nuala and Cerridwen were up hours earlier.”Especially for what they’d done for my sister. The companionship, the purpose, the small sense of normalcy in that kitchen. She’d bought them those cozy, fuzzy blankets from the weaver, one raspberry pink and the other lilac.

Elain gift the twin blankets with the colour that associated with her the most, pink and lilac. N&C are her companion during the hard times and in a way help Elain went through it. Other than the Ic, N&C are her new found family just like how Emerie and Gwyn for Nesta

Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.

Elain called N&C FRIENDS periodttt👏 And they were also the people that were suspected gives Elain stealth lessons. N&C already are spies trained by Azriel. It is fitting that they practise together with Elain. From what i could see

Feyre, Mor & Amren= Political minded

Nesta, Emerie & Gwyn= warriors

Elain, Nuala & Cerridwen= Spies

Can you see the vision?? Sjm wants her girls to have girlfriends with same interest and specialty for their growth arc. Elain definitely become stronger mentally and physically after spending time with N&C.

Stealthy

Stealthy: movement that is quiet and careful in order not to be seen or heard

I wondered if Rhys’s spymaster often got his information through stone-cold manners as much as stealth and shadows.

Azriel is much connected to stealth as it is the important element for him to master as a spy.

Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.

Nesta who rarely come to the house, upon seeing Elain came quietly automaticaly assume that this was something she learned from either Azriel or N&C. This indicates that Elain does spend time with Azriel quite often that even other people would assume Elain being stealthy is the product of those time togather.

Secret keeping

Feyre smiled. “Elain was the only one who guessed. She caught me vomiting two mornings in a row.” She nodded toward Azriel. “I think she’s got you beat for secret-keeping.”

Again people relating Elain behaviour with Azriel. The fact that Feyre said this to Azriel made it more obvious to readers that sjm want them to know that if Elain has a new thing going on with her, Azriel is the cause or someone that can relate to.

Shadows

Now i’m not gonna explain this the long way because there were already amazing post discuss about it. But i just want to highlight that the shadows in some scenes have the same reaction towards Elriel.

Azriel stepped out of a shadow. “What is that,” he hissed.

Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck

First of all, why does the shadow help Elain if they ‘afraid or hate’ her?? Second of all, how the hell does Elain could actually stepped out of the shadows?? What ability that she possessed that allow her to do so?AND SO FAR, AZRIEL AND ELAIN WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT STEPPED OUT OF A SHADOW!! why sjm never explain abt it? Simple she’ll do it in Elriel’s book.

Azriel said coolly, “I don’t need to resort to threats.” The shadows coiled around him, snakes ready to strike.

Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.

Some people said that the shadows do so as the reaction for Azriel because he is angry towards Nesta. Why does he angry with Nesta?? Because Nesta hurts Elain’s feeling. Why does Azriel bothered if Elain’s feeling got hurt?? Because he care for her. Because he could feel Elain’s sorrow and wish for it to be gone. Because he could feel it through the mating bond and it effect him so much, his shadow ready to strike to any threats that come to his mate.

or maybe, the shadows indeed protect Elain as they were with Azriel. who knows🤷🏼‍♀️

Some other scene that scream Elain x Shadows

“Don’t,” Elain said flatly, starting once more into a walk, veils of steam drifting past her shoulders from the roasted rosemary potatoes in her hands, as if they were Azriel’s shadows. “She won’t listen.”

“What now?” Elain mused, at last answering my question from moments ago as her attention drifted to the windows facing the sunny street. That smile grew, bright enough that it lit up even Azriel’s shadows across the room.

Concept of power

It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.

“shadowsingers are rare—coveted by courts and territories across the world for their stealth and predisposition to hear and feel things others can’t.”

Her face was wan, her lips bloodless. But they moved—barely—as she said, “I can see so very far now. All the way to the sea.”

Azriel could hear things other people cannot

Elain could see things other people cannot

Together they could be the eyes and the ears for the night court

Hear and see things people can’t + stealthy+ secretive = SPY COUPLE🤩

Azriel understood Elain as he have experienced such power that is rare and people sometimes see them as ‘freaks’ by being different. Azriel’s father threw him into the illyrian camp and the Ic think Elain’s gone mad.

Notice that the shadowsinging and seer abilities are refer as ‘gift’. Those powers were not born with but were given to them when they are in need and because of that made them stronger.

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel #spy couple #elain and azriel

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ererokii · 4 years ago

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Hit It! || Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader

Warnings: slight suggestive talk, cursing

Word Count: 2427

Synopsis: The students finished their final exams and the former number one hero has a fun plan in store for them, which may cause Bakugou to become more competitive than usual.

Taglist(message to be added): @shoutodoki @shoutosteakettle @saltie @sugacookiies @fryingpanitachi @kingtamakimurder

➺ Note: This is for the @bnhabookclub’s bingo event! The prompt is Sports Game. And yes before anyone says anything, that is a haikyuu gif.

Bingo Masterlist

The students of UA have finished their final exams and desperately needed a break. Some decided they would go back home and visit their parents, others wanted to go explore the rest of the world or just sit back in the dorms. This time was different.

Since his retirement, All Might has kept himself focused on class 1-A. This meant that he gave advice, and helped those who needed the inner strength to get better at their quirk. He noticed the tight bond between the students. It was obvious to spot since the League of Villains attacked the summer camp and kidnapped Bakugou. The dedication in each student’s heart was evident.

The summer breeze flowed throughout the area, carrying it’s hot wind throughout the dorm room you were currently in. The windows stayed open as the curtains covered the rays of the sunlight from seeping through. You let out a small whine and shifted in the arms of the person beside you. “Move you’re all sweaty!”

“Hah? And you aren’t? It’s not my fucking fault that it’s so fucking hot.”

“Least you could do is get a fan or something! You’re making us suffer but mostly me!”

Bakugou let out a noise of annoyance and sat up, running a hand through his blond hair, the muscles of his uncovered arms flexing unintentionally. He wore a red tank top that showed off his build and black basketball shorts. A simple outfit that made him look amazing.

A pleased hum fell from your lips as your hand slithered up his arm, squeezing the muscle of his bicep.

He glanced down at your hand. “What? What do you want?”

“You,” a sly grin tugged at your lips as you leaned up on your forearm, the strap of your tank top resting off of your shoulder.

“Is that so?” his voice lowered as he towered over you, his calloused hand resting on the supple flesh of your thigh, squeezing it gently.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, his vermillion eyes boring into your own, “Uh-huh. It is”

His hand trailed up your thigh to the hemline of your shorts, tracing the fabric with the pad of his finger. “I think you’d look better with these off,” he whispered and captured your lips with his, pulling you flush to his chest.

Your hands weaved themselves into his hair, giving the locks a gentle tugged that caused a grunt to leave his throat.

“Hey guy- Woah!!”

A small gasp left your lips, Bakugou’s body tensing up at the voice “Ever heard of, oh I don’t know, knocking you idiot?!”

“Why didn’t you just lock the door?!” Kaminari’s voice choked out from his throat, his hand still gripping the doorknob.

“Because I thought people knew what privacy was!!”

“Pfft,” he brushed it off, hand letting go of the doorknob. “Whatever! Just hurry up! We’re going to be playing a game as a class! And All Might is supposed to be there as well!!”

At the name of the former number one hero, Bakugou looked over at him, his body still leaning over your own. “All Might?”

“Uh-huh! So hurry whatever this is!” he gestured to your bodies with his hand. “And we can start sooner!”

“Katsu get off!” You grunted and pushed at his chest, both of his hands planted on both sides of your head. “I wanna go see what it is!”

“What?! Woman you just said you wanted me now you’re gonna leave?!”

“Well yeah,” you said, looking up at him unamused. “So get off!”

He grumbled and got off of you, standing up from his bed. “Are you actually going to that? It’s probably not even going to be good. Just those damn nerds and that stupid game shit for brains said”

You rolled your eyes and fixed your tank top. “Yes I am. It’ll probably be something fun! So stop being a grumpy bitch and get yourself ready!”

“What did you say, shitty woman?!”

“I said what I said!”

“You’ll regret that!!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

All Might discussed with your class that you would be in the gym for today, without your hero costumes. Of course, you were all confused. The majority of the time when you needed to head to the gym, you needed to wear your hero costumes or your gym uniforms.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” Momo started as she scratched her chin, in thought. “He ignored all of our questions. He never does that. Plus Mr. Aizawa seems..okay today.”

Tsuyu nodded in agreement, placing a finger on her chin. “I noticed that too. Maybe it’s a fun surprise?”

“Fun?!” Mina gasped in what sounded like horror. “What makes you think this is fun?! What if it’s punishment?! What if they have us read books and laugh at our torture?!”

“Uh...I think you’re going a bit too far Mina. Maybe it is actually something fun,” Ochako spoke up, hands swinging by her side. “Maybe we’ll play a sport!”

Jirou nodded, playing with the earphone of her lobe, clinking them together in boredom. “Don’t get so worked up over it. You’re always exaggerating”

“That's not true!! Y/N please back me up!” Mina whined, shaking you by your shoulders.

“Sorry Mina I have to agree with Jirou on this one”

“I thought you had my back!” She wailed.

“I mean I do!” you said quickly, waving your hands in front of you frantically. “Just not now!”

“Yeah Mina, you are drama queen,” Hagakure commented, messing with the hem of her shirt.

Before Mina could comment or strangle the invisible girl, All Might walked in with Aizawa, carrying a black bag in his hands.

“Good Morning class!”

Everyone quickly lined up, hands by their side. “Morning All Might!”

A booming laugh left his lips, placing his hands on his hips. “Who is ready to get this started?!”

“Maybe you should tell them before we get this started or whatever...I don’t care. Just don’t destroy the place,” Aizawa mumbled, running a hand through his locks.

“Yes of course!” All Might coughed into his hand and took out the object from the bag. It was a volleyball. “Today you guys will be bonding over a simple game of volleyball! And yes you can use your quirks! It’ll be a nice game of boys vs girls!”

“Quirk training?!” Deku gasped and clenched his fist tightly. “I’ll make sure to use this wisely then!”

“Seeing the girls run?! Girls girls girls..” Mineta trailed off, some drool dribbling out of his mouth.

“Ew man get it together. No one wants to see you like that,” Sero waved him off, moving away from him.

“It is not nice to talk about our female classmates like that!” Iida interrupted Mineta’s daydream.

“I didn’t say anything! Honest!” He grinned, eyeing you from the side of his eye. “Oh man I can’t wait.”

“Can’t wait for what diaper baby?!” Bakugou yelled, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and lifting him off the ground. “I know you weren’t checking my girlfriend like that!!”

“Enough!” Aizawa’s voice boomed throughout the room, hair up as his red eyes focused on Bakugou and Mineta. “Unless you guys wanted me to teach all of you a lesson.”

Bakugou dropped Mineta on the floor, the smaller boy letting out a noise as he collided with the ground. Once the two got back in place, All Might cleared his throat.

“Like I was saying, you guys obviously have a deep bond! Why not make it deeper by a fun game!” He laughed and handed the ball to Iida. “I assume you all know how to play volleyball. Remember quirks are allowed but don’t kill each other either!”

“So it was something fun.” Tsuyu mumbled as she walked into position. “I haven’t played volleyball in awhile. But this will be fun nonetheless!”

“Huddle!” Mina yelled and pulled you guys into a tight circle. “You see those pests over there?”

“Uh, Mina we can hear you.”

“We’re gonna beat them!” She ignored Kirishima’s comment, placing her hand in the middle. “We’ll wipe the floor with them!”

You all cheered, placing your hands in the middle. “And since we all have some powerful quirks, it’ll be easy!”

Your quirk was called stretch. You were able to stretch your limbs as far as you wanted. The only downside is if you use your quirk too much you wouldn’t be able to use it for the rest of the day, your body on the verge of collapsing.

“As long as we just call for the ball we’ll do great!” You looked over your shoulder to find Katsuki staring at you, a small smirk on his face.

“He’s not your boyfriend now! He’s the enemy!” Hagakure’s hand placed itself on top of your head, forcing you to look back at the group. “Forget the lovey-dovey things and destroy him!”

You blinked absentmindedly. Who knew volleyball could bring out the weird in people.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Todoroki!”

“Got it” The bi-colored boy said calmly, quickly shooting out fire at the volleyball from his left side, sending it back your way with intense speed.

All Might had said that the ball was created with some type of material that was able to be used even with fire or explosions and other types of quirks.

“Mine!” Tsuyu called, sticking her tongue out to prevent the ball from falling on the floor.

“My way!” You yelled out, running to the side of the court. Mina glanced your way before shooting acid that sent the ball your way. You jumped up, hand colliding with the ball as you spiked it downwards, causing Iida to miss the ball by a second. “Yes!” you cheered as you landed, hands up in the air.

“Nice one Y/N! Ochako it’s your serve!”

Uraraka made her way to the line, mumbling something as she held the ball in her hands. “Should I use my quirk..? Nah” she nodded to herself as she took a step back before throwing the ball up in the air, taking a step forward and hit it.

You guys watched it hit the net, the ball falling and hitting your end of the court.

“I’m sorry guys!” She cried and covered her face with her hands.

“It’s fine Ochako-san! It’s Bakugou’s serve so look up!” Momo called out, legs bent as her hands were in front of her already.

At the name of him, you all immediately got in position, prepared for his move.

Bakugou analyzed your placement, bouncing the ball off of the ground.

“Come on Bakugou! We’re all waiting for you!” Kirishima groaned, fixing the white headband he had on.

Bakugou growled, his hand starting to sweat. He tossed the ball up in the air and spiked it, the ball speeding towards Jirou.

Her eyes widened, no time to move for it as it already landed on the floor, a point for the boys.

“Awesome!! One more then we win! Serve like that again Bakugou!”

“Of course I am, idiot!” He spat, snatching the ball from Sero’s hands.

Bakugou let out a small growl as he squeezed the ball in his hands before tossing the ball in the air and serving it your way.

“Momo!” You spoke up, bumping the ball to her as she set the ball for Hagakure to hit over.

“I got it!” Kirishima yelled as he bumped the ball towards the net.

Bakugou’s eyes followed the ball as he ran at full speed. “Move!!” He yelled and jumped up, his hand creating an explosion as it collided with the ball, a cracking noise resonating throughout the room. “Die!!”

Your eyes widened at the sudden burst of new color and the ball heading your direction.

“Y/N watch out!”

Before you could even move, the ball smacked you in your face, causing you to stumble backwards and land with a thud, your head hitting against the ground hard.

The girls gasped as they made their way to tend to you immediately.

“Bakugou!” Izuku said, pointing a finger in the blond boy’s direction. “All Might said not to go all out with our quirks! You probably gave her a concussion!”

“Yeah, she isn’t waking up,” Todoroki mumbled, arms crossed over his torso.

“That was extremely uncalled for Bakugou! You broke the rules and now we have to stop because of your carelessness!” Iida reprimanded him, hands motioning to your moving body.

“Not cool man..” Kaminari whispered, a hint of worry in his voice as he walked over to you with Kirishima and Sero.

“What happened?” you mumbled, a hand on your throbbing head. “Did I pass out?”

“Young Y/N, Bakugou went a bit too hard and spiked the ball into your face. You have to see Recovery Girl immediately. You might have gotten a concussion.” All Might helped you stand up, your body stumbling faintly.

“Really? That’s crazy..” you whispered and looked around, your classmates staring at you in worry. “What did I get a third eye?!” Your hands felt your face in search of your said third eye.

“No, your eye is swelling shut!”

“Ugh, move!” Bakugou groaned out and wrapped a hand around your wrist. “Come on. You’ll probably pass out on the way there. I’ll take you, shitty woman”

A hand on your head, you followed Bakugou from behind as you let out incoherent noises, a silence between the two of you as you walked down the hall to Recovery Girl’s office.

“You hit me really hard..”

“It was an accident”

You let out a sniffle as you wiped your eye gently, careful of the bruising. “Yeah, but it hurts!”

“Why are you complaining?! You’ve fought villains before and you’re crying because I hit you with a volleyball?”

“W-well yes! But it still hurts!”

“Fucking- let me see.” He placed a hand on your waist and brought you closer, his hand gently caressing the side of your face. “Damn… I did get you good. She’ll fix you up.”

“..kiss it better.”

“What?”

“I said,” you looked up at him, your eye fluttering shut. “Kiss it better.”

Bakugou stared down at you like you lost your mind. He sighed in defeat and placed a gentle kiss on your wound, his lips lingering for a second more that sent warmth throughout your body.

“There. Now stop crying.”

You let out a small smile and patted his cheeks. “Kiss it again!”

“I just fucking did dammit!”

“Well, kiss it again asshole!”

“No!”

“Why not?!”

“Because I said so! Now start walking and quit talking shitty woman!”

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arhvste · 4 years ago

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TSUKISHIMA KEI - IMPOSSIBLE AND INSUFFERABLE PART 3

this is it y’all the chapter you’ve been dying for

hara bullying hour is officially in session bitches 😈

i will fix any grammar errors tomorrow my fellow simps now have fun reading about little bitch hara’s downfall

part 1 part 2

Tsukishima had exited his classroom after the last bell had rung still in the same foul mood he found himself to be trapped in as of late.

“Tsukishima!”

Hinata bounded towards the tall boy with a big smile on his face.

His foul mood had worsened in nanoseconds.

“What.” he coldly spat at the energetic ginger.

“You’re coming with me. Captain's orders.”

Tsukishima frowned and reluctantly obliged as he followed Hinata into the clubroom where Daichi was sitting on the table alone with what looked like an ipad.

Opening the door, Daichi welcomed him with a warm smile to which Tsukishima tried to reciprocate even though it was clear the clubroom was not where he wanted to be.

“Hey Tsukishima, I have a few people to talk to you right now. I need to run some errands before practice. I’ll meet you in the gym once you’re done, take as much time as you need though, I’ll see you shortly.”

“Thanks for the concern but I’m really okay.”

Daichi had already left Tsukishima and the ipad in the clubroom alone. Irritated, Tsukishima sat down on the table and picked up the ipad only to instantly pull a face of disgust.

“Why? Why you of all people.”

“And what an absolute pleasure it is to see you too Tsuki.”

There on the screen showed the captains and setters of Fukurodani and Nekoma. Bokuto sat there with a wide grin on his face, excited to be talking to one of his ‘students’ as he liked to call and next to him, Kuroo who was smiling smugly at the agitated middle blocker. Akaashi and Kenma in the background were seen keeping an eye on their captains to make sure they weren’t crossing the line of invasion for poor Tsukishima.

“Whatever you’re about to say to me I’m not interested, thanks.”

“But Tsukiiiiiiii!” Bokuto whined pouting through the camera.

“Let your wonderful and wise Senpais give you advice and take advantage of it.” Kuroo smoothly spoke, propping his hand under his chin.

“No.” Tsukishima wanted to end the call right there and then but, a small part of him felt bad for both Kenma and Akaashi having to waste their time being there too so he opted to not hit the tempting ‘end’ button just yet.

“Listen, we heard you had a rough break up and we want to give you some advice.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes before he spoke. “So enlighten me, my two most wonderful and clever senpais.” sarcasm dripping from every single word.

“See Kuroo! He does love and respect us!” Bokuto was beaming as he shook his fellow captain and friends' shoulders slightly.

“He might respect you but I can assure you Tsukishima-san is far from loving you.”

“Akaashi don’t say that!” Bokuto cried out pouting once again.

“Honestly Tsuki, you didn’t seem like the type that would suffer from heartbreak to me. Guess I was wrong.”

Tsukishima was ready to cut the rooster headed captain off right then and there but Kuroo began to speak again.

“You also didn’t seem like someone who disliked volleyball either at first but I was wrong about that too. Look, your ex-girlfriend obviously meant more to you than what you’re choosing to insist but if it’s affecting your plays I’m going to need you to do something about it. I quite enjoy playing against you simple country folk. You are good opponents I’ll give you that, but you won’t be if your playing ability starts to deteriorate.”

“Yeah what he said! Tsuki, how did you even get a girlfriend anyway? If I was a girl I’d run 7 miles from you with that mean glare. But anyway, snap out of your bad mood and go get her back if you’re still hung up on her. If she has this affect on you she must mean something to you right? Do it go get her back kid.”

“You two sure do have a lot to say for a pair of relationship virgins.” Kenma quietly spoke up.

“Kenma! If I wanted to be so brutally attacked I would’ve asked Yaku.” Kuroo feigned an offended look.

“He’s right though.”

“Akaashi stop or I will cry.” Bokuto turned and threatened his close friend only to have him roll his eyes back at him.

“Look, Y/N I mean L/N, had a long relationship with me I think it’s normal for me to be slightly off my game for a short while. Why is it such a big deal and why can’t you all just mind your own business. Focus on getting yourselves girlfriends, if that's even possible, before trying to get me back together with my ex one.”

“Listen here young one -”

“Oh here we go.” Kenma mumbled.

Kuroo paid no mind to him as he continued. “- Myself and Bo are ever so busy. We’re third years and captains. We have no time for girls but I can assure you we both have the option to have one if we want whenever we want.”

“No you can't. Girls find your hair stupid and probably don’t find chemistry puns funny or attractive.”

“Kenma! Are you here to help or to bully me?”

“Both.”

Bokuto snickered but was silenced by Akaashi’s sharp voice.

“Stop laughing Bokuto-san you’re no better. The closest you’ve gotten to a girl is our managers who babysit you if anything and you still owe one of them money.”

Bokuto’s face dropped as Kuroo’s smirk widened.

“Kuroo stop laughing.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

The bickering between the Tokyo prefecture students went back and forth until Bokuto stood up to chase Kuroo around who had grabbed Kenma to help him.

Tsukishima had just about had it and had his finger hovering above the ‘end’ button.

Akaashi took it upon himself to pick up the device they were communicating through and leave the room Kenma was currently trapped in with the two child-like captains.

“My apologies for the two of them, they're a handful. But what they’re saying does hold some value. Tsukishima-san, you’re a talented player and sure this must be something you’re trying hard to overcome but, I do think Bokuto-san and Kuroo-san are somewhat right. This girl clearly means something to you and keeping yourself in denial won’t help you. It’s important to keep control of personal issues as it will affect your performance in a match otherwise emotions build up and you’ll lose focus.”

Tsukishima was taken aback slightly. Akaashi was never one to speak up often, only giving his input when needed unlike his friend who would talk for the sake of it. Tsukishima had genuine respect for Akaashi and had decided that from their meeting at the training camp. He was someone Tsukishima found level headed and honest. Someone worthy of giving their opinion in Tsukishima’s head anyway.

“Yeah. I’ll give it some thought. Thank you for your time Akaashi-san I look forward to our next meeting.”

“My pleasure Tsukishima-san and if Bokuto-san bothers you, don’t hesitate to contact me and I’ll sort it out for you.”

“You’re like his babysitter.”

“He needs one. He has the mental age of a 5 year old. He is still a good captain with good intentions though. Same goes for Kuroo-san. They are concerned for you and want you to know that they are here if you need them. They’ve really taken a shine to you.”

Tsukishima almost smiled. Sure the two loud third years were irritating and provoking at times, they had changed his perspective on volleyball and it was thanks to them he found himself fall in love with the sport he played. He only wished he had the girl he loved too. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud though.

“I do somewhat appreciate them, I suppose. Anyway I had better go. Sorry for all the trouble Akaashi-san, please apologise to Kozume-san too.”

“No worries, take care and I hope to see the usual or improved standard of yourself when we next play.”

“I’ll try.”

And with that the call had ended. Tsukishima didn’t want to admit it but the points Kuroo and Bokuto had made to him did make some sort of sense and he was silently grateful to them.

Entering the gym felt good for the first time in a while.

Nodding at Daichi, Tsukishima participated in the usual drills coach Ukai was running. Keeping to himself, Tsukishima thought over the current situation and evaluated his options. He wanted to talk to you again but his pride wouldn’t allow it. Not while you apparently have a new boyfriend. That stupid Hara Itsuki none the less too.

2 weeks had passed since then and to Tsukishima’s annoyance, both Bokuto and Kuroo made it their responsibility to contact him every few days to check on his progress and wellbeing. Sure he was technically their rivals, but neither Kuroo or Bokuto cared. They saw Tsukishima as a worthy and respectable opponent and someone they wanted to be good role models to.

The rumours had begun to die down much to your relief and you had decided to distance yourself from Hara ever so slightly to discourage people from getting the wrong idea. Hara noticed this and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all.

5pm at Karasuno highschool was usually a peaceful time. Volleyball practice had ended and very few students were left on campus.

Tsukishima had been making his way out of practice when his phone rang. Another facetime call came up on his screen and immediately his face scrunched up.

“Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“Nope ~”

Tsukishima snarled as he made his way to his locker to grab his biology textbook before heading home.

“Hang on I’m gonna add Bo to the call.”

“Must you? I can just about handle you both one on one and I don’t even like doing that.”

“Such a sharp tongue Tsuki. I only hope you're working on your blocks and observations to be just as sharp again.”

“Hey, hey hey Tsuki!”

“Ugh.”

The two captains spoke to each other briefly as Tsukishima kept them on the call while unlocking his locker until a familiar voice piqued his interest.

“Shush for a sec would you.”

Tsukishima demanded the two third years as they stopped and stopped talking.

The blonde first year could hear your voice nearby and from what it sounded like you were in slight distress.

“Stop it you piece of shit!”

“Thats Y/N’s voice.” Tsukishima quietly muttered as the two captains listened carefully.

Quietly walking closer to where you were heard, Tsukishima noticed Hara had you cornered against the wall and it didn’t look like he was letting you go anytime soon.

“Listen to me Y/N. I’m fucking sick of waiting. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do anything with you? You’re so fucking naive it’s pathetic.”

Tsukishima was taken aback slightly. Hara had just insulted you? But weren’t you dating him? Deciding not to step in just yet, he decided to continue observing from a distance and then make a decision on what he should do.

“Hara, listen to me. You broke me and Tsukishima up whether that was your intention or not. I rejected you because I don’t want to date anyone. Especially not you and you know why. Let me go now.” Your tone was icy and your glare was hard.

Lowkey Tsukishima was proud of the tone you were using. Before the two of you had started dating, you were never nasty to anyone. You did start to pick up the habits of Tsukishima’s spiteful tone however a few months into your relationship and he was proud of that.

“Listen here you fucking slut. Your lanky boyfriend only got in the way. Poor naive little Y/N did you really think I was interested? Your personality is something I’ve been forcing myself to put up with for months and I still haven’t dicked you down yet. You’re a selfish brat.”

Your face twisted with disgust. You were furious, enraged even. Since your fight with Tsukishima you had built up your tolerance to harsh words so Hara’s insensitive language didn’t affect as much as it probably would’ve a few months ago.

“Who the hell gave you the confidence? As if I’d ever let a creature like you touch me. Did you really think I’d let you sleep with me after you drove a wedge between me and Tsukishima? You’re a sick little bitch an ugly one too!”

Now Tsukishima was proud of you. Harsh insults, cutting edge tone, dark scowl and a whole load of attitude. Whether you liked it or not, your time spent over the long months with your ex boyfriend had transformed you into his own Frankenstein's monster and he took a small hint of pride in that.

Hara grew angry and slammed his hand harder against the wall making you flinch.

“What makes you think I’m waiting for your permission. You’re helpless Y/N. A helpless little slut who’s about to get what she deserves.”

Your eyes clenched shut. There was no chance in you winning a physical fight with this boy. You had just about lost hope.

“AHAHAHAHAHA BO DOESN’T HE SOUND LIKE A GREMLIN!”

“BRO YOU’RE RIGHT HE DOES!! I JUST KNOW FROM HIS MID PUBESCENT VOICE HE SMELLS LIKE MAYO OR SOME SHIT!”

“STOP IT YOU CHEEKY BASTARD I’M GONNA PISS MYSELF!”

“DON’T BLAME ME, BLAME LITTLE PITCHY VOICE BITCH AT KARASUNO!”

Hara’s head snapped to face Tsukishima who was sighing in embarrassment at his two upperclassmen’s comments. Kuroo and Bokuto were currently having a field day mocking the ‘little bitch boy’ Hara.

You looked up as your eyes widened at the sight of your ex boyfriend stood there, phone in one hand, bag and textbook in the other. He was slightly sweaty from training and he held a dark expression to his face.

“What the actual fuck?” Hara spat out.

“I’m afraid you’ve been caught out Hara-san.” Tsukishima cooly said as the screeches of the two captains on the phone lowered down.

“Tsuki PLEASE show us what little bitch boy looks like I’m begging you!”

“Yeah show us Tsuki!”

“Ready to have your eyes burned?” Tsukishima snickered as he flipped the camera and pointed it towards the now raging Hara.

“WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT NO I AM GONNA PISS MYSELF!”

“IT’S THE EXPRESSION FOR ME!”

“Guys stop being so mean I think he’s going to cry.”

Hara snarled and glared straight at Tsukishima who had decided to give into Bokuto and Kuroo and encourage their provocative behaviour for once.

“You’re the one who’s going to be crying you lanky bit-AH SHIT FUCK!”

Hara was cut off by your knee making quick contact with his crotch with heavy force.

“Felt kinda small down there buddy.”

With Hara on the ground clutching his assaulted private area, you ran away from him and next to Tsukishima’s side.

“NO WAY DID SHE JUST SAY YOU FELT SMALL DOWN THERE THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD I’M SO GLAD WE CALLED TODAY AHAHAHA!”

“LITTLE DICK PITCHY VOICE BITCH BOY!”

Tsukishima made a mental note to not ever encourage the two captains to be as irritating as they were being to Hara now but since he wasn’t on the receiving end it couldn’t hurt to push them a little bit.

Hara began to move and both you and Tsukishima stood towering above him.

“Oi Tsuki I don't condone violence but… kick him if you’re bad.”

“Do it Tskui, do it for the boys.”

“Nobody is kicking anyone.”

A new voice was heard in the halls.

“Sawamura-san.” You bowed your head slightly as he smiled at you and Tsukishima briefly before turning his attention to the two fellow captains on the call with Tsukishima.

“I’d appreciate it if you two didn’t try to corrupt my players thank you.”

“Do you country kids not ever have a bit of rough house from time to time?”

“Not when I’m around no.” Daichi replied back to the bedhead captain who only smirked in return.

Now turning his gaze to the whimpering boy on the floor Daichi raised an eyebrow.

“What happened here.”

“Attempted assault.” Tsukishima swift replied.

“Attempted? That bitch did assault me!” Hara cried from the floor.

“Kuroo listen! The gremlin’s voice is even more pitchy!”

Daichi sighed and grabbed the boy up from the floor.

“I’m not stupid. Tsukishima isn’t the type to lie and L/N doesn’t exactly look thrilled to be in your presence either. I think me and you should take a little trip down to the principal's office and have a look through the cctv footage.”

“Get rekted.” Bokuto snickered as Daichi dragged the disgraced boy off towards the reception.

“Listen I think you two have some things to talk about so we’re gonna go now. Remember what we said to you Tsuki. Call you soon!”

“Get that cooch my son!”

Tsukishima immediately hung up after Bokuto’s last comment which earned a snicker from you.

“Look, Tsukishima, I’m really really sorry about what went down a while ago. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it and it was wrong of me not to just approach you and express my issues I had with you. In all honesty I didn’t have a huge problem with your attitude, Hara got into my head a bit and would tell me my reputation was being dragged down by you.”

Tsukishima stared down at you as he examined your face. He could tell you were being genuine but he knew you both needed time to talk things through and be more transparent with each other before picking things back up from where they left off.

“I know Y/N. I’m sorry for what I said too. I know I said some hurtful things but I didn’t mean them. You’re worth more than what I claimed you were and for that I apologize. I just wish you had been more open with me.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Tsukishima never apologised so this was a big deal to you. You gave the boy a soft smile.

“It’s going to take some time for us both to heal. A lot went down today but if you’ll let me, I want to give us a chance to rebuild things between us. I still love you no matter how much I try to deny it. We need to work on communication obviously but I do want to give us another shot, Tsukishima.”

“Kei. It’s Kei to you. And yeah you’re right. We do need to be more open with each other. I’m not saying we should get back together right now, but I do care about you and I suppose I do need you in a weird way. I’m happy to work on us if that’s what you want.”

Tsukishima smiled down at you. The first genuine smile in a while which you immediately returned back to him.

Hara had caused a lot of damage. But you had the time to rebuild it all and that’s just what the two of you did.

This was obvious to all 3 captains involved in watching over Tsukishima when they saw the improvement in his playing.

Sure Tsukishima found people irritating often, but thanks to their concern a weight was lifted off his shoulder. Hara was expelled for attempted sexual assault, and you were being more clear with him.

It would take a while for things to go back to what they used to be, but getting rid of Hara and having you back by his side was a good start.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei #oneshot #haikyuufanfic #fanfic

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fanfoolishness · 4 years ago

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All right! Off to liveblog Chapter 9, The Marshal!

Ah yes, recap. “Traveling for me, that’s no life for a kid.”

Except searching and searching for a Jedi takes time. Except Din and the kid fall into routines and habits and sweet little moments throughout the day. Except Din dreams sometimes, in the dark of deep space, that there are no Jedi... that the kid will always need him, and he wakes from these dreams feeling both grateful and guilty

Moff Gideon totally killed those poor Jawas, didn’t he.

What would it be like to be a Jawa, to find joys in scrap and metal, to dream of Egg???

To scavenge, perchance to dream....

I LOVE LOVE LOVE all the graffiti art for this scene

Also, Grogu’s pram absolutely got scorched in the flame trooper’s assault and Din didn’t go back for it or anything. Yet they’re using the one Kuiil made? This bothers me and it’s so petty.

3PO made it into the graffiti <3

Grogu is a budding art critic, change my mind

Gor Koresh, such a dick. But I love the music being so reminiscent of Jabba’s palace! Ludwig Goransson, you’ve done it again

I wonder if Grogu gets overwhelmed picking up Force vibrations in crowds? Is that a thing? Or does he mostly just get senses from other Force-sensitives?

Wherever I go, he goes. BECAUSE HE’S YOUR SON DINGUS

I can’t believe how adorable Din is, going on to total creepos about the fact that he has Been Quested

It just speaks to a very sweet earnestness on his part

“Put up your armor for the info” and Din: swivels his head like woah

What is Gor Koresh going to DO with the beskar anyway? He’s not even wearing any???? What a prick

He absolutely deserves everything coming to him

But Din even gives him a chance! What an idiot

Kick... BABY! (Anyone else ever play Peasant’s Quest on Homestar Runner???)

I always forget about the whipcord. How do I always forget about the whipcord?

Ooh Mando has a very homey cape this scene, I like

I’m glad he’s leaving this guy to be devoured by monster dogs, he’s gotta protect any other Mandalorians that may run across him

Does Razor Crest strike anyone else as a rather feminine ship? It reminds me of a sea cow. She’s got a belly on her.

PELI MOTTO MY QUEEN

She’s sooooo happy to see Grogu and he’s delighted to see her too and they’re all just so happy together

“I’m here on business.” Does that mean that they sometimes hang out not on business? Oh, what the hell, I’ve already written the fic.

Peli doesn’t dare leave the city walls. But maybe she will again someday? Sit a little in the desert, feel the suns on her face, the wind in her hair?

Is this R2-D5? Like, THAT R2-D5 that the Jawas nearly sold Luke?

The speeder bike has rusted. This lends more credence to my theory that Din and Grogu got to have a good amount of time together!

Grogu LOOOOOVES SPEED

Boy’s gonna be a pilot some day

I just... love... all of Din’s visits with the Sand People so much

Siiiiigh I love all speeder music in this series so much. Again, Ludwig Goransson, YOUR BRAIN

Just imagine being a little kid riding in the speeder with your dad, knowing he’s gonna take care of anything scary, and you get to go fast and see everything and feel the wind and it’s so delightful and you feel so safe even though you’re going 200km an hour <3

Hmm so a whole night fell on the way to Mos Pelgo. I just love watching episodes and looking for pockets of time that I can exploit with fic :)

Just imagine a Tusken calling him out and signing the word for “your son” and Din just having to go with it.

I always forget there is a little notch under the ear piece thing of his helmet. I’ve been drawing the damn thing for 2 months and still don’t have it down.

Short!cape version, activate!

Fake Boba Fett: *arrives*

Did he seriously have spurs back in the day? God I need to rewatch the original trilogy, don’t I?

Din watching Vanth order spotchka and being confused as hell, like “you know we’re not going to drink that in front of anyone, right???”

The body language in this scene is so good. The way Din stops, mid-step, and freezes. Then breathes, heavily, frozen in place. Ready to fight. Pissed as HELL. Take. It. Off.

Oh Din. “He’s seen worse” is not exactly a ringing endorsement for your ability to keep him out of trouble, lol.

Just imagine Grogu curiously feeling the vibrations of the krayt dragon and thinking he’s never felt anything so BIG in the Force before

I always forget what the name is the for the liquefaction of soil during a severe earthquake.... *doublechecks* goddamn it it’s just “soil liquefaction”

Doodle idea: Din having to clean tobacco spit off Grogu’s clothes from the spittoon

Awww Din’s speeder is so tiny next to Cobb’s pod racer engine speeder

Cobb Vanth: *runs away, steals ice cream, I MEAN A CAMTONO*

Yeeeeah running into the desert was maybe not the best way to survive in most cases

Luckily Jawas on Tatooine are honest and want to trade instead of steal his shit

I’m excited to see how shit goes down in the Book of Boba Fett! Do we get to see the Sarlacc escape on screen, FINALLY?

Weequay bartender: “But who WAS that masked man??”

Pew

God I miss the amban rifle so much!

It’s such a weird and sexy weapon

Do the dog things have a name? Tusken snarlies?

Every time Din speaks Tusken I die a little bit because I love it so

Awwwww he’s brushing the bantha’s teeth!!! It’s just very sweet to see

Grogu: ‘plz to not be eating me”

Din: *so fucking impatient about this guy not drinking a fucking gourd*

Grogu: *yay I love it when dad shoots fire!*

I love the sign for “kill it”

I also love how done Din is with petty squabbles, like, at all times

He just has no chill. Just “stop your whining, dammit.”

Grogu: “my dad is so smart”. He’s hanging on to every word Din says

Grogu: *watches dragon* DO NOT WANT

I love it when Din gets sassy. “They might be open to some fresh ideas.”

“It’s to scale.” *cackling*

Din volunteering the village is very yes. I also love when he is just absurdly old-fashioned. “Dragon will kill you if it takes its fancy, yadda yadda”

More energy thoughts from Grogu — everyone focused, tense, worried but Grogu isn’t sure why

A bantha is essentially a ground Appa and my husband votes to rename them a Grappa

Sand People always ride single file, to hide their numbers

Ooooh is this the same “the village rises up to defend itself” motif as when the Sorganites were training with Din and Cara?

It sounds very similar, but I could be making this up entirely

This episode was so fun on first watch but it doesn’t have a ton of emotional heft. I still like it, because I love all of them, but it’s definitely not as ripe for expansion of content as some of the others. Except, of course, to the Din/Cobb shippers, who said “hold my beer” and went off. Have fun, you crazy kids.

Run Sand People run!!!!

Seriously though Star Wars suffers from a serious case of the ecology never making any sense. What do banthas eat???? There’s gotta be SOMETHING for them to eat!

Krayt dragon: LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Mando tiiiiime but imagine Din glancing over to Cobb and for a second forgetting and being glad to fight alongside another Mandalorian but then he isn’t

Also there’s definitely room in this episode to write some cute little camp out scenes with Din and Grogu, awwww

Farewell to Mos Pelgo!

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian chapter 9 #the marshal #din djarin #grogu #mando live-blogging

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zashamalkin · 4 years ago

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Translation of Anna Kasterova’s live interview on 5/29/20.

Thanks to my amazing Gino Anon, the entire interview is translated below the cut. Final word count, btw, is 2405 so like, send big thanks their way. Holy shit!

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Anna got sick few days before the interview. Not covid, just a cold, that later turned into otitis. It was very painful, but now she’s feeling way better, though she still has some trouble hearing with her left ear. They talk a bit about the weather in Miami (it’s been raining there for a few days, but it’s still pretty hot). Igor asks if they’re allowed to swim during the quarantine. Anna says that the 1/

beaches were recently open, but there are obviously rules about keeping the safe distance. “Is Zhenya a good swimmer?” “Yeah, he’s great. He’s spending a lot of time with Nikita, teaching him how to swim. More in the pool though, than in the ocean.” “How do you and Zhenya feel about the latest news in NHL?” “I think, the idea is pretty good. Everyone has been waiting on some news about this season. I asked Zhenya if he preferred for the season to be cancelled. He said, he wanted to finish it 2/

properly. This season has been great for him, he’s in a great shape. And even though he hasn’t been skating for 2 months, he’s still been training pretty hard, running, roller skating and he didn’t lose his shape.” She thinks everything is turning pretty good so far and it’s great that the teams will have a time for training camps and a chance to go to playoffs.“In your opinion, were the players mentally prepared to continue the season?” “I think, those, who genuinely want to go to playoffs, 3/

have been working very hard to be ready, when the time comes. But, for sure, there are some players, who spent more time relaxing, rather than training. A lot of teams are asking their players to come back and start training on the ice and not all of the players follow their instructions.” “What are the rules about practice right now? Are they allowed to train in groups or…?” “There are no details about it yet. It haven’t even been decided yet, what cities will be chosen as Hub cities. So far 4/

the coaches are asking players to stay in shape. They have video calls together, where they go through different footage every time. But, as far as I understand, the organization and the coaching staff are ready for the players to come back.” “How do the players feel about the new rules for playoffs this season?” “No negative feelings. They’ve been under a lot of mental pressure, not knowing anything about the season and the playoffs. Everything seems pretty logical and they’re very happy to 5/

get back on ice and to have a chance to fight for SC.” “Is there any inside information about what cities will be chosen as Hubs?” “No one knows anything for sure. But I know that they’re very carefully considering epidemiological situation in the cities and will choose the safest options. ” *I SUCK at translating hockey terminology from Russian to English, so I’m sorry if anything is incorrect.* “Do you think it would’ve been fairer to include the numbers of “play-in” (I have no idea what he 6/

means by “play-in”) as well as the Robin Rounds into the statistics of regular season? Because it would give the players, like Ovechkin and Panarin, and Malkin to gain more points.” “It’s a very difficult question. But I’m sure NHL and NHLPA have gone over all the possible scenarios and have chosen the best one.” “How has Geno been handling the quarantine?” “He’s been very calm and collected. He’s been doing great mentally, smiling and cracking jokes, and keeping us safe and happy.” “Why did 7/

your family (meaning Geno, Anna and Nikita) decide to do a covid testing in early April?” “I had a pneumonia in November and wanted to find out for myself, if it was covid-induced, if I had any antibodies for the virus. But all the testing came back negative. None of us had it.” “What books did you and Zhenya read during the quarantine?” “Zhenya likes to read fantasy books. He’s been reading “Quantum Warrior: The Future of the Mind” by John Kehoe.” “Does he read in English?” “No, in English 8/

he’s mostly watching TV shows.” “I was very impressed by the story, that after his 1st season in NHL, Zhenya hired Russian language and literature teacher.” “He’s had a lot of free time these past 2 months and he’s hired 2 tutors: English language tutor to work on his grammar and Russian language tutor. (*Sorry, I don’t know if I need to explain this, but Geno obviously knows how to speak Russian. What I think Anna means here, is that the pronunciation of the words in Russian changes depending9/

on where the person is from. Every region has its own accent. I think, what Geno is trying to do, is lose his Magnitogorsk accent and start to speak clearer Russian, like ppl in Moscow of St. Petersburg do.*) He has classes with his tutors Monday to Friday. I’m very happy for him.” One of Geno’s friends in Russia has been robbed recently. Igor is asking Anna, if they ever considered buying a gun, since it’s allowed in US. Anna says no, they feel safe and they live a good neighborhood. She 10/

doesn’t think it necessary or appropriate. They talk a bit about Ovi’s second child being born recently and if Geno and Anna are planning on having a second child any time soon. “Of course, we wouldn’t mind having another child. If it happens, we’ll be very happy. I would like to have a girl, though.” “What’s the best way to describe Zhenya’s and Ovechkin’s relationships today? Are they friends or rivals” “Both. And healthy rivalry is very important in order to reach their personal goals.” 11/

“When Caps and Pens play each other, is it possible for them to go have dinner after.” “No.” “What can you say about the relationships between Zhenya and Sidney Crosby? When we talked with Zhenya last year, he said very nice and kind things about him. Even though Zhenya is in Sid’s shadow a lot of the time.” “I can talk about it for hours. They push each other and make each other stronger. But they also can step in and do more than anyone, when the other is hurt and not playing. Off the ice, 12/

they are very good friends and they support each other. Have I ever thought about what his life would be like, if he was the only star player in a team? I think, he’d be the best player in the whole NHL. He’s very intelligent in terms of building a game, always plans 2-3 steps ahead. He’s very fearless in his game, very talented and vey multilateral player. He’s very unique. They won together THREE STANLEY CUPS! No one's saying Crosby is less talented. He’s an incredible player, he works very13/

hard every day. They are 2 number 1 players in this team. If Zhenya ever asked me if I’d like him to play in New York, f/e, I’d say, no. Pittsburgh is his city, his home. And management and coaching staff are also a very important part of team success. The relationship inside the team is very important. And Pens are the best in that, imo.” “You two watched Super Bowl at Sid’s place. What’s it like there?” “It’s a tradition. Every year Sid invites the team with their wifes/gfs/kids to watch 14/

Super Bowl. His gf Kathy does all the cooking. She’s a very geart person, very hospitable. *omg, this is the first time I hear any1 talking about Sid’s gf 😀, aww* Everyone on the team is very open, very kind, they are great guys. It’s the best thing about Pens. So we’re always happy to accept Sid’s invitation and we always have a great time.” “Do you want Nikita to become a hockey player?” “We’re not gonna push him to it. If it’s something he wants, sure. But I have big plans for his 15/

education. I’d like him to know 2 languages, (English) and Russian, especially grammar, not just being able to speak it freely. I’m studying with him and for an almost 4 yo he already knows quite a lot. And it’s always very hard for a child of a parent, who has achieved so much, to surpass that kind of success. And I don’t want my son to have this kind of pressure on him. I don’t want him to be known solely as “Malkin’s son”. For me it’s very important for him to get a good education and to 16/

choose his path in life.” “Talking about the tv series about Michael Jordan, would you like a bio series to be shot about Zhenya?” “I know he wants to act, in a tv series or in a movie. He talked about it many times. As for a biopic, of course I would like that. He has a huge success story. A man from a simple, working class family. It’s very expensive to play hockey. And he was so talented even in a young age, that his coaches would sometimes bring him a puck, or a stick, or a uniform, for 17/

free. Add to that a story about him finally getting to NHL.” “Zhenya said once in an interview, that you fight sometimes about him not being open enough w/ you, not sharing his problems etc. Has it changed during the quarantine?” “Everything’s been great during quarantine. During the season, he’s under a lot of pressure and always takes it hard if the team loses or if he doesn’t score. Right now he’s very calm and happy, and everything is great.” A question about a conflict around Geno having18/

a USA passport (a lot of people in Russia, his celebrity friends especially, weren’t happy with that, and judged him for that). What does Anna think about it? “He’s a patriot. He loves his country and his city. We were in a hopeless situation, when I needed to get all the documents ready ASAP, and we needed to get married, and him having a US passport would speed that up. You could say, he did it for me. On the other hand, America is his 2nd home. He spends here more time than in Russia. He’s19/

been working here for years. Why is that such a big problem? It’s not like he turned his back on Russia or anything.” Then she talked about Geno’s donation to families in Magnitogorsk, who suffered bc of explosion that happened there in December 2018, and how much he gives to his community in Russia, that ppl don’t know about, bc he prefers not to advertise it. Then Igor keeps asking political questions and Anna is getting more and more irritated by them. Geno publicly supported Putin’s 20/

reelection whenever that was, and interviewer is asking whether him having an American passport is appropriate, considering that he’s a part of Putin team? “Why is it inappropriate? America and Russia are not enemies. Yes, there are some unresolved political issues. They are 2 huge countries, of course they will always feel threatened by each other. But I don’t see any serious political confrontation. Maybe bc we’re in US right now. But Zhenya has a great respect for his president. *bleh, I 21/

don’t like Putin. I know, she has to say nice things about him, bc as long as Geno is a part of Team Russia and wants to have a life in Russia, they can’t be openly against him. But both Geno and Anna don’t strike me as ppl, who will support Putin’s ideals. Sorry for me butting in w/ my opinion*” Question about Geno’s new diet after 18-19 season. “He never drinks alcohol during season. He doesn’t eat potatoes anymore. It’s very hard to cook him a soup w/o any potatoes in it. No sweet things,22/

no gluten. Now before games, he eats gluten-free pasta.” “Is he very superstitious? Do you try to wean him off some of them?” “No, if it makes him feel comfortable, why would I do that?” She declined to name any of them, bc it’s a personal thing for Geno. “Do you put in any work in Zhenya’s image and style?” “I think so, a bit. His sense of style has become better, his taste in literature.” “Zhenya’s favorite music?” “Russian pop-music mostly.” Question about Geno’s gaming habits. Anna 23/

doesn’t try to control him or tell him not to play, bc for him these computer games are a way to relax. She doesn’t mind. It’s his personal time. He doesn’t have his computer in Miami, so he found another way to spend time – studying with his tutors. Question about Olympics. “Yes, he’d like to win a gold medal with Team Russia, when the time comes.” He doesn’t feel jealous about Datsyuk or Kovalchuk, who have an Olympic gold. “Do you think, Zhenya’s last hockey season before retirement will 24/

be in Magnitogorsk?” “Sure, I don’t see why not. He’s very grateful for everything Metallurg gave him and it would seem logical for him to come back there before retiring.” “What is Zhenya’s biggest motivation right now?” “He’s very self-critical (she means Geno’s words about his skills in 18-19 season). He always has a high bar for himself and je always tries to reach it.” Question about Geno reaching 1000 pts. “It was a very big moment for us and a big win for him. He was very inspired 25/

by it and it gave him a lot of self-confidence.” ‘Was Zhenya mad about not making NHL’s 100 players list?” “I was. I was very angry. But he knows his value and what he’s achieved as a player. But it was very strange for me.” “Who do you think Zhenya wil be after his career ends? And how will your life together change? Will you spend more time in Russia or in US?” “It’s a tough question. I imagine a house by the lake, in Russia, with kids and, later, grandkids. With a big fireplace. I think, 26/

after finishing his career, we’d like to travel a bit. But I don’t know. It’s something you should ask him.”

#Anna Kasterova #Evgeni Malkin #Gino Anon #You're a freaking saint omg #This thing is massive

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my shot | amaranthine (2/6) | b.b.

summary: I’ve loved you since Austria. I think I might’ve fallen long before then. It’s when I see you that I start to recognize parts of myself I thought I’d lost.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of war, torture and blood, fluff kinda, and angst :) pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader word count: 5.9k

a/n: conceived as part 2 of a series dedicated to @the-omni-princess. this chapter’s song title is my shot from the hamilton soundtrack. enjoy :)

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I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?

You lean into your knees, fingers brushing over the streak of charcoal. Your name is Bucky’s print causes your heart to flutter, but the words that follow it make you hollow with dread.

Don’t read until I get back.

Pressing the yellowing envelope, you feel something rectangular and hard press back and you frown. No matter how much you wanted to open it, it’ll remain closed. You owe him that.

The letter returns to its place in your rucksack.

The Alps are bitter and frostbite winds nip at your exposed cheeks as you get up, determined to get your blood racing. You have a metal box in your tent, ready for one of the boys to come back with a scrape or two, and no matter how capable they are, you can’t help but worry.

Snow drifts are your only companions as you uneasily grab the gun at your belt with a quickness that scares you. This shouldn’t be you.

With every step, your boots seem to sink or float in the snow as much as you try, and you wonder if it’s somehow in your nature to sneak around now. A stick snaps and you whip around, scanning the barren mountainside as you dart to the stone alcove they’ve made their camp. The wind no longer pinched at your face as your eyes dart across the snow.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Heartbeats. You can hear heartbeats. A cacophony of resounding bass drums in your ears and you peek your head out. They slowly get louder as the first figure emerges from a drift of snow. Dum Dum comes first, his huge form a sight for your wary heart and you break into a grin, stepping out of the alcove. He holds Armin Zola bound by manacles but you spare the scientist no passing glance.

“Dugan!” You seem to fly over the snow as you rush over to him, taking him and inspecting him closely. “Are you hurt? Is anyone hurt?” You peer around him, watching as Morita and Dernier emerged too, their faces ashen and pale. A lost, open-mouthed expression hangs on Morita’s face and you swallow, your throat tight as a cinched belt. “What’s wrong? Where’s…”

Your name is called and you push past Morita and Dernier to see Falsworth, Jones, Steve, and…

Just Steve.

Against the whiteness of the mountain, Steve is nothing more than pink, blotchy cheeks and eyes full of tears that stream down his face hotly. A chilling feeling fills you from the stomach and a sharp gasp pushes out of you. It feels like someone has taken your intestines and twisted them in a hard grasp as you stare at Steve, waiting for him to say something.

“Steve,” you whisper, so utterly final. Dugan, Morita, and Dernier stand by you, hovering in case you should fall, and Falsworth and Jones already hold Steve up. He only stares at you with eyes that overflow with their tear quota and his lips are barely parted, his breath misting before his face.

“Je suis désolé, ma belle,” Dernier murmurs in your ear and you feel him take your arm but you shrug him off, stepping away.

“Don’t touch me.” Your words crack like a whip through the frosted air and the fire crackles in a spark of embers. “Steve.”

“I couldn’t reach him,” he whispers hollowly, and you think, I should’ve been there. He was hurt, injured, dying and I should’ve been there. “They tore the train open. I… All I had to do was hold him and… I’m so sorry.”

“No—”

Steve crumbles, and Falsworth and Jones are barely enough to hold him up as they make their way to the fire and you stare blankly at the snow as Dum Dum places a hand on your shoulder. Zola situates himself near the alcove and you want to put your hand through his face.

“He fell off the train,” is all Dugan says.

“So he’s dead?” You turn to the man whose eyebrows furrow together in confusion. To the average person, falling from a train would mean death but you know, and you feel his hand burn into your skin as you whip around. “You know he’s dead?”

“Falling from a train means dead, lady,” Morita barks and you toss him a glare that makes his own frigid stare seem to melt. “Look, I’m sorry, but—”

“He might not be gone. He might still be down there.” The words run like the freezing rapids as you turn back to the drifts. An urge to run into the white surges down your legs and you almost begin to when Dernier puts himself in front of you, shaking his head.

“Il est mort.”

“You don’t know that!” Your eyes begin to sting and you wipe at them angrily, your cheeks number than you’ve realized. “He could be lying there and you’ve just left him. How could you just leave him there?”

“Come on.” Jones calls your name softly and your head snaps to him as the first of hot tears warm your frozen skin. “It’s not possible.”

“It is. I… it is.” You know you must look like you’ve lost your mind, the words you’re saying not making sense to the ones who don’t know and you want to throw up as you step back, sinking into the snow. Dernier takes you by the arms but you thrash out of his grasp as you suck in a huge breath, the chill squirming through your guts. “You don’t know. You don’t know what happened, I—”

“He’s dead, sister.” Falsworth is quiet, and you take another deep breath. You see Steve, slumped by the fire, and stare at him until the silence gives him cause to look up. You rip your gaze away to the scientist who sits there, smug yet solemn.

“You looked for him, right?” You drag your stare back to Steve.

“I can’t. I… I didn’t.” He stares at you like he’s lost his entire world, like you’ve stolen something from him and you’re stricken at how much is packed into his stare. How much you never knew. “He can’t survive a fall that steep.”

“He could’ve.” You feel something inside you cave and you stare through him. “I could’ve.” Dugan whispers your name softly, as if asking you to stop for your own sake but you shake your head. “We survived Austria, we could’ve survived the fall and I shouldn’t have stayed here. I should’ve been there. I could’ve, I could have saved him.”

“Sweetheart…”

“Bucky never told you about Austria.” Your eyes focus on Steve again, and despite Dugan’s quiet push to get you to sit or stop, you push forward. “I begged him to tell you. Every time you went on your missions, I told him to tell you but he couldn’t because all he wanted to do was protect you.” Your voice twists, vile and hot, and you take a step towards the fire. “Protect you when you won’t even look for him. He killed for you, he fought for you, he took that stupid serum and said nothing about the fire in his bones for you!”

“Serum?” Steve’s whispered breath, almost reverent and most definitely shocked, echoes in your ears.

“He could’ve survived because when we were in Austria, he stuffed us with his own serum.” You throw a finger out at Zola who shrinks and your lips curl in a vicious snarl. “And it wasn’t like you, Captain. He let us rot in a solitary cell and freeze and he burned the memories out of our heads because we weren’t any use of them if we were sentimental.” Your voice catches and you swallow, blinking. Hot tears land into the snow and sink to the ground. “He called us the new Fists of H.Y.D.R.A. and pumped us full of drugs to stave off side effects you can’t even begin to imagine. Isn’t that right, Doctor Zola?”

“I understand—” Steve begins but you don’t hear him. You let Armin Zola shrivel underneath your gaze before you turn back to look at Steve.

“Sometimes, the drugs they gave us had their own side effects. It was fun, trying to decide whether Bucky was throwing up blood because of the pills he used to keep our insides from swelling until they burst or because headaches and dehydration and malnutrition finally got to him and you have no idea what it’s like!” Your words tear through your throat and you scream so loudly you think your cords will bleed. “And he never told you that! For you! He suffered in silence for you and you couldn’t even go after him for his mother? His sister?”

“That’s enough.” Dugan grabs you just as you grab the gun you keep at your belt and aim it at Zola. Your whole world slants and your vision blurs when the gun is wrenched for your grip and lands in the snow. You claw against the confines of the man’s arm and eventually tear him off, hot rage surging through your veins as you feel something nearly give way in his arm. Your fingers twitch against his flesh, something that you fear you can easily tear, and his bones click. His heart roars in your ears, his breath quickens, you hear it all.

Coldness washes over you.

Your eyes dart to Dugan who snatches his arm back, and a horrified breath mists in front of your lips.

“I… I’m sorry.” Walking past him, everything inside you feels like it crawls and you want to throw up as you head for the fire. You sling your rucksack onto your shoulder and barely manage to stutter than you’re going for a walk before you’re gone.

Your head aches and your heart weeps, an emptiness tears that cannot fill widening your stomach as you try to force yourself to sleep, but only memories of him fill your head. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes as you close your eyes tight. You want to chase his voice out of your head, the mere thought of him lying in the snow sickening and you try to think of all the winter nights the two of you spent freezing until morning. All that leads to is him convincing you, asking you to come with him.

“Come on, angel. We get to see the sights.”

“My want to see the sights of war torn Europe has been fulfilled, but I’ll go to make sure you stay safe. I made an oath to do no harm after all.”

“I’d never ask you to break it, doll.”

Your heart says it won’t be the last time you hear his voice.

Your head says it is.

You march until your feet ache and then some, and you walk the path of your comrades, following their tracks. You step in the prints you think are Bucky’s, every step another second your heart wilts, and you keep your stare to the snow laden ground. You climb up rocks, cross small streams, follow until you don't think you can anymore, and you have to remind yourself that they took two days to reach their zip line point.

You sit underneath a tree, a small fire burning brighter than the stars at your feet. Your bones rattle and your muscles cramp around them, trying to keep warm as you hug your jacket tighter around yourself. Drawing your knees to your chest, you raise your face to the stars only to have them blink coldly back down at you.

Your blood runs hot and you close your eyes, resting your chin on your knees.

You wonder if they’ve looked for you, or if they want you to cool off some steam before returning. But how can you return? To a place where no one understands and the one who does might be back there…

You shiver, and it is not from the cold.

You turn to your rucksack and dig through it, your gloved fingers brushing with the envelope and you pull it out. This time, when your fingers dust over the charcoal, it is reverent and you want to rip it open. Something shifts inside and you sigh, trying to brace yourself. You aren’t quite sure if you’re willing to read what may be his last words. It’s almost as if reading the letter betrays the fact that he’s alive, that you believe that he’s dead and you refuse to believe it until you see it.

The coldness surrounds you everywhere.

The fire bathes it in gold as you clutch the letter to your chest, eyes closing shut. Exhaustion chains you to your seat at the trunk of the tree and your mind is a whirlwind as the fire cracks. You sink deeper into the snow just as a shiver spirals through you, and something crackles in the distance. Pawsteps sprinting through snow, the eerie whistle of wind, and…

You wake up.

The fire is nothing but smoke and embers at your feet. Ash stains the snow and you push your frosted joints into motion as you sit up. Bucky’s letter slides down into your lap and you hear the sound of metal scraping against paper.

Stuffing the letter into your bag carefully as you can, you stomp on the fire and ignore the howling of your stomach before returning to their trail.

I made an oath to do no harm.

With every step, you bring yourself closer to the people who stripped you bare and broke you into pieces, and you want to calm the curdling in your stomach by drinking snow until it freezes. Instead, you listen to the crunch of snow under your boots and you see the train track ahead, an eerie structure of metal. A caricature of nightmares, barren and desolate and haunted. You stand on the ledge of snow and rock, and look at the footprints that are deep enough you can see dark blue-grey rock dusted in fine white.

You inhale a lungful of freezing air and look down towards the woods in the chasm between you and the train.

Do no harm.

You wonder if you can keep that promise.

There is blood in the snow.

Blood, so much blood.

Your feet cannot help but follow the trail they left behind. You walk beside the red path, eyes burning against the wind.

You walk until the end of the scarlet line, and collapse where tire trucks begin and he ends in nothing more than sanguine drops.

Captain America finds you three hours later, covered in a fine layer stark white snow. You sit by a rock, staring at the tiny pool of what you have left of him and you apologize with what little strength you have left. You feel so tremendously sorry, and yet so effortlessly empty.

“I shouldn’t have given up on him,” he whispers into your ear, and he sits by you, staring at the red that will haunt your blackest nightmares. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I—”

“I’ll kill them,” you tell him quietly, throat blooming with a soft, persistent kind of agony. You look at him, look through him, and hear his heart weep louder than yours. You think it is a love unsaid crying out. “I’ll kill every single one of them.”

You sit at the bar. Steve sits at a table behind you, mulling a glass of amber scotch. The snow still seems to kiss at your skin as you hold the letter before you. You can hear him circle the glass over the wood, the gentle clatter running down your spine.

“He should die for his crimes,” you say to no one.

“The Allies will decide what is right,” he replies, although you can tell he doesn’t really believe it. “There’s only the next mission now.” You don’t say anything, and instead peel open the envelope. The whisper of paper brushing over your palm, you tilt it open and let the metal that’s been driving you mad clatter to the countertop.

James B. Barnes

It catches the bare light in the bar and you pick up the dog tag, a fist grabbing your heart and twisting hard. A sucking hole in your chest opens up and you stare at what you’ve got left of him. You’ve seen this hang on his chest, barely brushing the hem of his unbuttoned shirt so many times you wonder how you’ve never noticed it was missing.

“He loved you,” Steve murmurs distantly and you bring the dog tag to your lips, eyes closing tightly. You want to keep the tears you know will come inside you. Hearing those words, they do nothing but inflict lashes on your bleeding and breaking heart. Even long after the silence encompasses them both, you wonder if Steve can hear your heart fall.

Taking in a deep breath, you open watery eyes and sniff, staring at the dog tag, the chain rippling over your fingers. His letter lays unread yet.

“All you had to do was hold him,” you whisper quietly, slipping the chain over your head. Sliding off the stool, you feel the cold chain burn into your neck as you pull on your jacket and grab his letter. Steve stares at you but you don’t say another word as you make your way out of the pub. The streets are emptier than the last time you were here.

Someone calls your name and you turn to see Agent Carter walking towards you. Her lips are twisted in a sympathetic grimace and you nod to her before turning and walking the other direction. His letter is safely in your pocket and you don’t know where your legs will take you, but you know with every step you take, you walk further and further away from home.

Angel,

I’ve written and rewritten this letter, like I have for every other letter I’ll never give you. If not because it’s too embarrassing, maybe because I hope you never have to read the words I’m scratching down here.

God blessed me when he sent you to my bed, and I will never stop thanking Him because you are the light at the end of this tunnel, the strength that has pulled me through everything and made it all worth it, and I want to kiss you right now. I’ll never not want to. You’re just too damn lovely.

I’ve never been in love with anyone before. All of this is so new to me I don’t even know what to do with myself and how to spoil you in war. I know I’d normally meet your parents and you’d meet mine, but that seems kind of impossible right now. And you should be getting flowers and chocolates and necklaces, but instead the only thing I can give you are wild weeds and beef jerky and my dog tag. I promise you, you’ll be spoiled rotten the minute this war is finished. I’ll put a ring on your finger and we can travel the world and you can help those you can, and I’ll help you. Brooklyn or London, no matter where you are, I want to be there beside you.

You’re part of me, a part of me I won’t ever forget even if I tried. I wouldn’t. How can I forget the girl who’s stolen my heart so easily? I’ve loved you since Austria. I think I might’ve fallen long before then. It’s when I see you that I start to recognize parts of myself I thought I’d lost.

I promise, after this mission, I’ll tell Steve about Austria. You’ve gotten through to me, although I know it won’t be the first time you’re right in our life together.

I love you, I love you, I love you. I need to say it to make up for all the times I didn’t.

Always yours,

Sergeant Barnes

You think Bucky would hate it that his best friend and… whatever you are, were, to him are not getting along. You think you might’ve actually quite liked Steve Rogers. You tell yourself it’s simply because of how you’ve met the Captain that you’ve been at odds with him.

You know it’s because Steve loved him and left him all the same in the Alps.

Still, that doesn’t make you cold. You tell Steve to be careful anyway, and not to take unnecessary sacrifices; these words are lost on him. He tells you killing a man changes you and you shouldn’t put yourself through it. You want to say it’s no skin off your back to kill men who have torn you apart and sewn you back together again. He reminds you that not every man is Armin Zola and Schmitt.

Yes, you could’ve liked Steve Rogers. Given time, maybe in this era, it could’ve been true.

You stand by Colonel Phillips, blood splattered on your face and body strangely hollow. You remember hearing their hearts stop beating and the sound of their dying gasp, the smell of shit and piss as they left this life. You can hear now the shuddering cries of Peggy Carter and the static on the other end.

“Come on, Doc. This isn’t something you gotta see,” he mutters and you stare at her, hunched over by the microphone, her face buried deep in her hands. That’s you, some very tired part of you recognizes. That’s you when he fell. And now you are just as empty. You’ve broken the one oath you’ve tied yourself to.

You want to say it is worth it. Bucky’s dog tag burns into your chest as you turn away and a hard knot tightens in your chest. It’s not.

The death of every single man responsible for the deaths of the Captain and the Sergeant won’t ever fill the hole Bucky Barnes has left in you.

The Stork Club at eight o’clock on the dot is livelier than you’d thought. Live music weaves into your ears, the smell of wine and vanilla swirling in the air. A stage is set, musicians playing soft jazz. Surrounding the stage are white-clothed tables, little clouds illuminated by candles in the center, and a space has been cleared in the center for any potential dancers. Currently, couples sway and you feel a lump in your throat.

A balcony-like area of the Stork Club has been sectioned off by stairs, well-lit and full of booths of leather seats and large tables. As you sweep your gaze around the leather seats and warm candlelight, you spot Peggy wearing a red dress at one of those booths, a small smile situated on her lips. You make your way around the dance floor, walking up the steps and heading towards the woman. You set down your clutch and slide in beside her just as a waiter approaches with a bottle of red.

“Ma’am,” he murmurs in greeting, tipping the dark velvet into the crystalline glass. You watch it fill before muttering your thanks and he disappears down into the dimly lit area below.

“Hello, Peggy,” you say and she looks at you.

“Hello, Doctor.” You tap your fingers on the white tablecloth and glance at her, inspect her. Despite the war being at its end, dark half-moons appear in the light and her smile barely reaches her eyes. You understand the feeling.

“I don’t think I’ve had the opportunity to apologize for your loss,” you begin but she shakes her head.

“I can’t even begin to imagine yours,” she returns. “You weren’t present when we were packing up. My invitation was open to all of the Howling Commandos.”

“Yes, well—” You clear your throat— “I was occupied with other matters at hand.” Telling your parents you were home, telling them the truth of Austria, telling them what you’d do after the war. “And I hadn’t left anything at the base, so I assumed I wouldn’t be missed.”

“Colonel Phillips thought otherwise,” she replies. “He mentioned something about the Sergeant in relation to you.”

Suddenly, the air grows stifling. You taste something metallic in the back of your throat and you feel almost light-headed at the mention of him. You’ve refused to take off his dog tag and it presses into your sternum now, cold against your beating heart. At night, you close your eyes and imagine it is his heart beating in time with yours. During the day, you feel his ghost haunting your every step.

“I remember our last night, you know. It’s all that plays in my head whenever I think of him. The last night when it was just the two of us.” You’ve never told anyone this before. You wonder if it’s because Peggy now understands on some level that you speak now. “London, a few weeks ago. The day before we were shipped off to the Alps, Bucky and I stayed at this flat the SSR had rented out for the Howling Commandos. The rest of them had gone out for drinks, and I think Steve was with you.” You look at her, and the light that comes to Peggy’s eyes only affirms your suspicions. “We spent the night making dinner, reading and just talking to each other. And I took this dog tag—” You touch the silver chain around your neck— “and pulled him into bed, and I kissed him until my lips grew numb, and I thought…”

“You don’t need to go on for me, Doctor.”

“I thought that this could be the rest of our lives,” you finish. “Waking up to him, walking through the streets and going about our days.”

“Brooklyn raised a fine pair of boys,” Peggy comments and you chuckle lifelessly.

“We should thank their mothers,” you retort. Taking a long pull of wine, you sigh. “It’s been two years. His mother no doubt misses him, and his sister. I don’t even know what I’ll do when I have to tell them Bucky is dead.”

The confession leaves you spiralling, and Peggy reaches to take your hand that shivers in her grasp. You hadn’t realized you trembled until she took you.

“You won’t be alone.”

“Thank you, Peggy.” You let out another short breath, looking into the finely woven tablecloth. “I didn’t even tell him I love him.”

“We’ve all made mistakes that have cost us our happiness,” she murmurs, “but now is no time to dwell on it.”

“Are you about to ask me to find something else that grants me the same joy the Sergeant did?” You tilt your head as the door opens with a soft chime. You turn to see Colonel Chester Phillips and Howard Stark make their way towards you, awkward and lumbering around the dancing crowd on Phillips’ part, easy and slippery on Howard’s.

You listen to the saxophone softly dance through the air as Peggy stands.

“Howard, Colonel Phillips,” Peggy greets. Her voice is struggling to remain steady and when you glance over, her makeup smudges only a tiny bit in the corner of her eyes and you’re reminded that Captain Rogers had only dived into the Atlantic last week on the day; Bucky Barnes plunged in the Alps merely two weeks before. Standing, you clear your throat and reach over to take hold of Howard’s outstretched hand. Tucked in one arm is a folder and you eye it warily. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Mr. Stark.” You dip your head and he squeezes your fingers warmly before sitting down beside Colonel Phillips who merely sends you a nod, his own folder still firmly clamped between his arm and his body. “Colonel.”

“First order of business,” Howard begins, “is giving things to their rightful owner.” He sets down the folder and sends you a slight smile. “I wanted to give this to you when we were clearing up the base, but you weren’t there.”

“A discussion I’ve already had beforehand.” You send a look to Peggy who only gives you a tight-lipped smile. “What is it?” The folder hisses over the tablecloth as he slides it over to you and you frown, taking it. Something shifts inside and it’s thicker than it appears as you open it.

Bucky’s file. A picture of him when he first enlisted is pinned by a paperclip and you suck in a breath, eyebrows furrowing together as you read over his form. He looks so much younger than when you’d last seen him. So alive and bright and…

No. You can’t afford to lose your composure here.

“They’re letters,” Howard begins. “Not that I read any, just… we all knew Barnes would write a letter before every trip. He’d ask me to keep them safe when he came back safe but… he didn’t.”

You shift your gaze to the right where envelopes are binder clipped together, and you wonder if there is a tiny piece of him in every, yellowing gift. Closing the file, you swallow and look at Howard with a flickering smile.

“Thank you.” Your gaze flits to Peggy and Phillips. “That isn’t the only order of business, I take it.”

“The war is nearing its end. Might be time for us to split ways, and the Howling Commandos, what will become of them?”

“I don’t know.” You scratch a nail over the tablecloth as you answer the Colonel. “Dugan will be leading them now that Captain Rogers is gone. I’m sure they’re more than happy to follow you, sir.”

“And where are you going to go now?” he asks, his accent grating on your ears in a way you’ve grown fond of.

“America.” You think of Bucky’s promise to find your brothers and a family you have to bring news to. “I have unfinished business there.”

“Good.”

At this, Colonel Phillips removes the folder from beneath his arm and sets it down to face you. Black ink is printed into the brown cardstock and is pushed towards you. Three sets of eyes follow your every move as you reach forward and pull the folder towards yourself. A bird with wings spread surrounded in a band of black and a shield on its chest shines in the warm candlelight and you run a hand smoothly over the insignia.

“The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division,” you read aloud, glancing up at your companions. “Quite a mouthful.”

“We’re aiming to call it S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Howard mutters dryly as a glass of champagne is placed before him, and a beer before the Colonel. “Get it?” You open the folder to see a proposal, more than ten pages long. A code of conduct, the objective of this division, and names at the bottom with signatures beside them.

Yours is printed at the bottom, a blank space beside it waiting for you to sign your own name onto the paper.

“It’s a long term plan. The SSR is doing its job for now, but I’m thinking we can expand on that. Think national and global security.”

“An intelligence service.”

“Agency,” Howard corrects and you shoot a glance at Peggy. “Led by our Colonel, we have the brains, we have the espionage, now we just need a doctor.”

“And you think I’d be a good fit?” you ask, a hint of a laugh edging into your words. It’s almost ridiculous. A field doctor turned leader of some agency that doesn’t even exist yet, with the man you love gone and letters he’s written in your hands. If you’d been told all of this two years ago, you would’ve laughed in their face then checked for brain damage.

“All you have to do is say yes, Doctor.” Colonel Phillips smiles roughly and you furrow your eyebrows, trying to read his intention.

“Don’t you think I’m out of my depth?” you point out. “I’m no genius, nor am I particularly talented.”

“You’re a doctor who performed field surgeries kilometres away from the trenches. You are a Howling Commando, and we all know what you’ve gone through in Austria. You’d be an asset no matter what,” Peggy murmurs and you turn to look at her. “Given the chance to prevent war, would you take it?”

You reach up to touch the dog tag hanging just below your neckline, and your eyes flicker to Bucky’s closed file. “I would.”

“Then, all we need is for you to sign.” Howard pushes forward an open velvet case containing a fountain pen, and you look at the utensil apprehensively. You feel as if you are standing on the cusp of something that has the potential to be great or terrible.

But then again, you have a hand in shaping what S.H.I.E.L.D. can become. They are offering you this chance. You know if you stand up and walk away, they’d never hold it against you, but they have come to you as well and you know that must mean something.

“A Wall of Valour must be put at every base, every sight,” you say as you sit up, and the pen feels too ornamental in your hand. Figures a Stark would pay ridiculous amounts of money for a pen. “This can’t be for nothing.”

“Of course.” Howard perks up remarkably and you send him a weary look. “Their names will be first on the list.” His gaze darts to Peggy who stares into her wine and you nod. Clenching your jaw, you stare at the blank space below Peggy’s and close your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you let it whistle between your teeth and set the nib to the paper.

With a scratch, you sign your name as a founder of S.H.I.E.L.D.

You wonder if Bucky is proud of you, wherever he is. You decide that he is.

Dearest,

Death has always been on my mind. It was always what I thought about, every waking hour in the trenches. How was it going to get me, and when, and how I’d never see my family again. I’ve seen my friends die right before my eyes, felt their blood dry beneath my nails, and I always wondered when it was my turn.

It feels more like a memory, the more I think about it, the more I muse.

I didn’t want to live. I mean I guess I didn’t care whether or not I lived or died. There’s something haunting about seeing everyone you care about fucking die, and it makes you contemplate your own mortality. Why me? Why did I survive? There must be a reason, or maybe it’s coming and I don’t know whether or not I should run, or fire my gun, or let it be.

It’s not until you that I learned that there will always be something worth fighting for. A speck of hope, a split-second of happiness, those moments that are so fleeting yet burn the brightest in our minds will always be there even when we’re surrounded by darkness.

If it ever should appear that I have perished before you, love, know that I am so irrevocably in love with you that if it were possible, not even death could do us part. I will always find my way back to you, whether it is in this lifetime or the next.

Eternally yours,

Sergeant Barnes

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stimmypaw · 4 years ago

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Stimmypaw reads Darkest Night! The fourth text post!

Back with these uh live reading comments! Remember those? yeah! I'm on the fourth book of Warrior Cats: A Vision of Shadows :D I read The Apprentice's Quest and Thunder and Shadow and Shattered Sky and now!! I'm here :D and boy did I have a time. Click read more to see it!

NEEDLETAIL?????????

Needletail???????????

What?????

OH???????

Wh THIS GUY IS TALKIN 2 DEAD PEOPLE????

HOW WHO IS THAT

OH MY GOD

These guys are weak and dumb skyclan is epic and sharing the territory with them is good, but of course sparkpelt isn't dealing well with change wink wink nudge wink nudge nudge huh???? (this is a nod to how I project into her and say shes autistic)

I am getting anxious for tinycloud SERIOUSLY how much longer until those kits??? Everyday you show up and its WOW my tummy ssure is HUGE AND BULGING I just Wonder Oh When They'll Be Born, probably pretty soon!!! :) and then they arent!!!! Birth dammit!!!

Cherryfall cut the sick and hurt cats some slack jeez youre Fine, youre not feeding half the forest and you have THREE medicine cats ready to help you if youre not feeling well

Bastard Cherryfall I hate you /lh

Dovewing and Tigerheart have relationship drama again. What is UP with those two I simply do not understand them

Watching Bramblestar trying to control this bizarre situation is actually funny he is so close to screaming "PLEASE dont be mad :c"

SOON WHEN???? JUST KIT THOSE KITTENS DAMMIT

Get her, Alderheart

They LITERALLY said something about sharing the territory, they were like "Stars have five points baby and we need those 5 clans togetherrrr" what else do these cats want??? I know its a big change but its necessary

Wait everyone shut up that cat is named Podlight this is so important to me

Dang these cats are really still struggling :c I wish they didnt blame each other

Harestar is so cool

What the FUCK mistystar????

God what a disaster of a gathering Starclan is gonna be so pissed everyone is doing the opposite of what they should

I was holding my breath oof

I hope thunderclan gives some territory too thats too small a space for Skyclan

Oh boy oh boy oh boy i am Anxious for these Kitties

Violetpaw is me having nightmares every night

Macgyver is a heavily gringue name and I have No Clue how to say it how the hell do you say it

Update its either Mick Guyver or Mac Guyver apparently

Its fun to see how different the sisters are from one another, I love them both

I also love their mom with the name identical to puddleshine wish I got to meet her

IM CRYING BRO........M...MDB.....NFBANN.....VIOLETPAW BELONGS MY DARLING MY DAUGHTER

Sadly Twigpaw is for gender binarism 😔 /j

Twigpaw is often in her thoughts and doesn't pay attention to anything around her and I love her for that

Bad news Finpaw is gonna lose his tail, good news I can draw his tail fin-shaped

Puddleshine surgeon moment!!!

I love Graystripe and Millie

And I love that being flirty is a part of Sparkpelt's personality, I don't know what Alderheart is talking about she's always been dandelion-headed

Ok this is epic, I’m glad we’re breaking gender roles in Warrior Cats my heart dropped when the books called Briarlight cr*ppled, that’s the thing they promised not to do anymore recently right? I’m not sure but, I could use some uh less ableism on my Warrior Cats, the series is old but the newer books should be better, so yeah, good modernize these cats babyyy

OH COOL Skyclan journey!!! Fun I hope they find someone :] also fuck Molewhisker and Cherryfall bastards.

Jayfeather is gonna miss Alderheart too much for him to leave hehehe

ALL of Starclan showed up just to call out Riverclan pahahah

oooo is shadowclan haunted?????

FINALLY TINYCLOUD IS KITTING YES GOD YES GO QUEEN GOOOO!!!!

I wonder why Twigpaw wants to stay behind, there has to be more than just the camp stuff

"I wish I were more positive like Twigpaw, but at least I'm just as scarred by the death of my loved ones as my dad :] I like being like him"

Violetpaw witnesses a car crash 😔 that was a bit messy what happened to those cars also why the hell was one of them smaller was it a bike??? Or ???? Idk what's up with it!!!

Needletail just happens to have slow-down turned on for her on the discord chat so she can only say like a few words each hour :/ why the hell is she here tho Violetpaw needs to get OVER your death!!!!

This short exchange has made me love Dewpaw

Also, I love Twigpaw, I still wonder why she stayed behind tho

Ahh, is it cus she feels too estranged from her family :c ? I wish her mom was around maybe that would help

Jee Twigpaw be a tad more empathic, I can see Twigpaw struggles with that sometimes

You can't cheer him up right now he's grieving, just find him on common ground, talk to him, don't try to make him happy just try to keep him company

Oh wow finpaw that's a dangerous thing to say I hope Twigpaw doesn't crumble under the pressure to never be sad because people like her because she's happy and her being sad would be bad

ALSO I JUST REMMEMBRERD UH TWIGPAW MENTIONED BRIARLIGHT BUT BERRYNOSE IS RIGHT THERE???? HE IS RIGHT HE DIDNT DIE OFF SCREEN IM SURE OF IT WAIY

BERRYNOSS IS RIGHT THERE I CHDCKED!!!! HE LOST HIS TAIL TOO AND HES A GREAT WARRIOR, TWIGPAW!!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED IT ITS MORE RELATABLE

Okay I'm glad they're getting along this is nice

Oh look twigpaw you Are like your father :] this is cute

Skyclan begins to fish competitively I'm glad

I like it when medicine cats bicker about their leader's behaviors ehheheh, Jayfeather talking about how weak Shadowclan is, Alderheart being annoyed at his father for wanting to stay silent, the others worried about the tensions this is all cheff the kisser

Jayfeather spitting the truths about how Starclan doesn't know shit, and he is very much one to speak

Puddleshine: Rowanstar stepped up the patrols :c

Leadstar: He has warriors enough for that?? Damn good for him

Dang poor Skyclan I hope they manage stuff better soon

Oooo the girls are fighting!!!

Alderheart starclan anxiety time dang

Sheep :]

Needletail :[

I'm sad Ravenpaw isn't here, this is a lovely reunion scene but knowing Barley will be alone when they all leave breaks my heart

Oh, maybe not, but if they stay I'll be sad also cus Skyclan needs its warriors

Aw man, Twigpaw is struggling :c

OUCH

I WANT SKYCLAN 2 SWIM THO......

Omg crimes

That sounds kinda possessive twigpaw!

DOVEWING?????

WhHAHAGAHAHA WHERE DID THAT COME FROM

omg tigerstar 2 real

Whats he gonna do to rowanstar???

ALRIGHT THATA OVER THEN PAHAHA

Aw, I'm glad they're having fun tho, and that twigpaw sees herself as skyclan

Alderheart, as he meets someone for the first time in a while: ARE YOU OKAY???

Blackstar protagonist moment

The medicine cats: our gods are toying with us again and destiny is uncertain

Leaders: I cannot DO this right now PLEASE leave and let me care for The Real Issues

Alderheart: YOU WILL hang out at my house Willowshine this isn't up for debate

Riverclan suffered enough and it's their turn to throw a tantrum about it, honestly good for them hsghahah

Alderheart asks his father to go on a quest to check people's feet

WHAT THR HELL IS A CANTANKEROUS

Alderheart and Willowpelt sitting there watching Shadowclan fight

This is really funny

HEWWO????

Puddleshine, in his eyes: help help

I love Skyclan

Ok this sounds like it's gonna be very very fun

Mission impossible: Escape From São Paulo

Oh, is Fallowfern deaf? That's so poggers omg I wanna see more of her

Edit: fallowfern is an elder that lost her hearing with age and retired after that happened :/ boring

I love leafstar so much

Juniperclaw: aren't you gonna punish her????

Leafstar: why

Juniperclaw: when I tell rowanstar he's gonna be pissed

Leafstar: don't tell him

Juniperclaw: the fuck is wrong with you and your clan??? Where is everyone???????

Leafstar: busy

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I don't trust abled people specially able-bodied people telling disabled people they just have to train harder and feeling sorry for yourself won't help.

But this is the closest to a positive message to disabled people we have ever had in warriors so I guess I'll take it but I want better

IVYPOOL!!!💖💖💖💖💕

Dang ivypool what a way to show someone you miss them hahaha

Twigpaw: uhhhh how's dovewing?

Ivypool: what do you mean did she do something illegal I'm sure she did

Ivypool is a seriously funny character WHY are you yelling at the young adult about your sisters illegal activities she doesn't know anything about it!!!!

Alderheart goes on an adventure

Feet inspector on the road!!!!

Jasper is so funny I love him

Omg what's he got against clan cats??? What's his sad backstory????

YEESSSS SPARKPELT MY LOVE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💕💕💕

Sparkpelt your opinion sucks but I love you

I'm really really glad they had this moment this is really sweet, they hadn't talked for a while but this is genuine like, we hadn't had this sort of relationship in so long in the books with just, dialogue yknow??? THEYRE TALKING ABOUT THINGS

And the pause Sparkpelt takes between her speaking to fix what she's saying "I'm sorry for saving you :c no wait uhh not exactly but like" this is so good so natural so fun I love you sparkpelt

I get why she has a diferent opinion on Skyclan it's good for someone close to Alderheart to have a different mindset from him and for him to have someone like uh be opposites from him a lil yknow contrats his characteristics makes both siblings fun round and full of kitty do you get what I'm saying???

I love this

I love Sparkpelt, love her lil anxious moments, love her, love that she just wants to fool around with toms and enjoys Larksong but doesn't want to get serious you go girl

They wanted to write smart-ass they wanted to write smart-ass so bad

They're doing this in the rain?????

I'm quite certain Violetpaw is a young adult by this point its valid for her to go

Wh why did you let your cat out in the rain dude!!! When it comes back it's gonna dirty up the whole place it's wet out there!!!! And the cold is gonna get in the house!!!!!!!

I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH OH LORD

That was SO INTENSE AND SO FUNNY AND SO MUCH, IM SO GLAD SHE MADE IT I GOT SCARED

Oh this is so epic

That moment when your cat nearly dies and then it runs off and you go after it and then a bunch of other cats show up and start running with it

I hope Twigpaw can see the others soon

Glad to see her keeping her medicine cat knowledge ehehehe

???????

Sandynose I hate you you are so abled

Sandynose: I don't want my son to feel distanced from his peers so I'm distancing him from his peers

DOVEWING???

SANDYNOSE SHUT UP IM GOING TO KILL YOU ANS MURDER YOU

I'm so upset with Sandynose WHY isn't leafstar seeing this WHY DOESNG ANYONE SEE THIS SOMSONE PLEASE CONFORT AND LOVE MY CHILD TWIGPAW DOESNT DESERVE THIS

Angry sad upset why

Piscina

Thanks graystripe

Ok who's dying this time

Ok no one just a background cat got hurt he will survive otherwise it would be relevant

This was intense though what will happen now???

YES FINALLY

Oh this is lovely so good they're here!!! The rest of skyclan has arrived and we are all happy together

That dream felt good

NEEDLETAIL??? AGAIN

Where were you at!!!!

What!!!

Check this man's feet how many toes are there this could be good

What

Hegshahwha what the fuck is up with this guy

Okay I like him

Ohhh THATS tree

Change your name if you don't like it you sound trans already

Yeah nothing makes one smarter like dying

This is very fun I'm excited for more of whatever happening

Twigpaw :c

HIS SNIFFLES

Oh no

Hhhhnn I want Twigpaw to be happy so bad, I hate seeing her struggles

Sandynose you are so evil and very detested by me

You can and you SHOULD feel angry at Sandynose he SUCKS and he is being needlessly mean at you!!!!! There are much better ways to bring up the possibility that maybe you'd be happier with thunderclan!!! Fuck off Sandynose

Oh so Snowbush hasn't improved, maybe he will die?

Poor Alderheart

Oh fuck there he goes

Yeah

Aw man, rip to the background cat

That was a heavy death too

Aw, I was hoping the rest of Skyclan would show up before the gathering, maybe just after it???

I wonder what's going on in Shadowclan

TIGERHEARTS MISSING HUH???

The couple was kidnapped

HUH????

Oh my lord oh fuck

Can't anyone step up to lead why do they depend on Tigerheart so much???

Jesus christ

Alderheart kills his gods

This is so chaotic and funny I'm worried as hell for shadowclan but excited a lot is happening

HI TREE AGSGAHAH

Tawnypelt >:(

Puddleshine: WAIT DONT KICK HIM OUT, CHECK OUT HIS FREAKY FEET INSTEAD

Oh dear

Twigpaw :c

TWIGPAW :CCCC Man rememebr when I said I hope Twigpaw doesn't crumble under the pressure of being happy for others? yeah

GET OUT SANDYNOSE I DONT CARE YOURE BEING REASOMABLE FOR ONCE YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN LATER

I'm so heartbroken for them

Uh pdhsgahab okay then

Bye finpaw

Wow that was easy for him

This is fun

I'm still sad as hell

Okay there's a lot going on right now wow

The owl scene was funny as hell to picture, this dramatic prophetic moment and the cats just "uuggh is that a prophecy??? Nooo"

Okay so

There's some shadowclan cats missing, considering the many sleekwhisker maps I'm sure she's up to no good but I have no clue what happened to the others and I hope they're okay

Wow! That was really something

Fantastic ending to a very good book its, definitely a different energy from the third but I'm really enjoying this I'm still excited as hell!!! I got worried things would get kinda bad from here but nope!!!! Very fun stuff for now this is very very good and I am enjoying it

This is definitely one of the most fun arcs I've read so far!!! The drama the stakes the little moments everything is tying together really well into a very fun story I'm enjoying a lot!

I worry for Twigpaw and hope for her happiness, and Violetshine too, hope her and Hawkwing deal well with missing her. Tree is being interesting. Alderheart wasn't much of a focus here but always fun to see him trying to solve the damn prophecy no leaders seem to care about. Mousewhisker was okay??? Lots of very fantastic turns for all events and uh let's see where this all goes next!!!

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 4 years ago

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The Journals Of Derek Grady Part 1

This is a story set within my Bioshock Rebirth AU. A reimaging/reboot of the Bioshock franchise. https://geekgemsspookyblog.tumblr.com/post/626141727587270656/bioshock-rebirth-timeline-this-is-a-timeline-of-an Just as a heads up if anyone is wondering about the context. I’ve had some stories in my drafts for a long time now and I’m finally publicly sharing them.

I made a post talking about this. There is this character named Derek that was in one of my pilot stories for this AU. But I felt strangely ashamed of how I wrote him. But I’d feel it’s best to use him in better context. In something very intriguing. Mainly the point of view of the Rapture Civil War from someone who fought in it.

There is this silly theme of certain characters being named Derek in some AU’s of mine. Usual they are men that seem well intentioned, but their mind isn’t always in the best place. I’m just gonna make this because this is something I wanna make.

This was first started/made on December 23rd 2020. I’m not gonna have this beta read. It’s time I just upload this shit. I got the two tags done with. But I would like to mention I was heavily or so inspired by the Star Wars Battlefront 2 Classic story. Especially with the first journal from this character being inspired by the, “Knightfall” level. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lgG2ENW5Ac Spoilers ahead.

12/31/2001. The attack on the Kashmir restuarant.

I was a young kid when I first arrived in Rapture. I was naïve like many others. Many of used to believe in Andrew Ryan’s so called, “Great Chain”, until things started to fall apart. Especially after the death of scumbag Frank Fontaine. I find it funny he tried to put on a nice guy act whenever he met someone new or when he was in public, but I’ve heard the stories. The stories of the type of man he was.

But after Ryan nationalized Fontaine Futuristics in January 1999, a lot of people weren’t happy. It was surprising how long it took something to happen. So much dividing of social classes, so much shit that had happened during those years. What was gonna happen tonight would change everything forever...

I’ve been on Atlas’s crew of bandits since July. I felt joining Atlas was the best decision I made in my entire life. Because I felt I fighting for the right thing, a good cause. But what Atlas had planned sounded to me almost like terrorism.

Yet when I thought about it, I really thought hard to myself. After everything we’ve suffered, how Ryan started to push everyone away, how he tried keep himself in power. Even though Rapture was supposed to be the perfect paradise...Andrew Ryan, Brigid Tenenbaum, Augustus Sinclair, Sander Cohen, Yi Suchong, Sofia Lamb, and so many others...how they treated us.

First it was just riots, but now it was time for Ryan and everyone who supported him knew what we were. What we stood for. They were gonna find out we weren’t some bandits who kidnapped some rich assholes to get payback or robin hood archetypes helping poor folks.

There was no more talk for peace. Because Ryan never gave a damn...he never did.

1/31/2002. The Civil War starting. Apollo Square. Atlas and crew.

It’s been a month since we launched an attack on Kashmir. Things started to really change because the war for this city finally had truly begun. I have never been in war, but with the skills I’ve learned from Atlas and Daisy. I’d felt I was ready, because I needed to be. Not many of us were actual soldiers. But that didn’t matter to us. We knew what had to be done.

But we didn’t knew that Ryan would try to make Apollo Square a prison camp. Yet that didn’t matter, when those so called security officers first started to set people ablaze when they tried escaping. We shot any who would tried to do such things again. When they were hanging people, we fought back because we got tired of their bullshit. We didn’t fuck around. I felt proud when I shot one of those damn officers in the head.

Apollo Square was practically our paradise. Sure Ryan’s army kept trying to get in, yet we always defended it. Yet even without Ryan, we still had others to worry about.

I feel pretty damn grateful a lot of our weapons were smuggled from the surface. We kept some of the weapons Ryan’s men had as well.

But I think what I felt more grateful was our leaders. Daisy Fitzroy was practically Atlas’s 2nd in command. She was a tough woman, she didn’t take shit. Considering she worked for that weird kinky lady known as Ava Tate, I can’t blame her becoming that. She’s one of the bravest and smartest women I’ve fought with. I’m surprised she didn’t form our rebellion first.

Bill was lucky enough to be convinced by Atlas to join us after he resigned from the council. But Bill was like us. Even though he believed in Rapture, he was just an old man who wanted the best for people. I found that admirable of him. I also think he’s grateful we hid his ass after he left Ryan. Considering how Ryan gets upset with whoever betrays him, he’d rather want them dead...yet that might of been different considering he was best friends with Ryan himself.

Diane was new, she was a hostage once with Julie Langford. But when Ryan never paid her ransom and practically didn’t care for her. But I do think she noticed those Jasmine Jolene posters throughout the city, making Ryan’s betrayal seemingly more worse. She originally came to Apollo Square to yell at us of how we possibly ruined her life. But when she saw the shit we were going through, she soon understood even more of the situation. Especially when we heard it wasn’t made better when hearing Ryan’s thoughts on people like us.

She joined us rather quickly, she was like Bill in a way. Diane was honestly a kind woman, it always felt nice to have more supporters. I do find it surprising from what I’ve seen that her and Daisy seemed to have developed a thing. Yet I found it surprisingly adorable...mainly because it was so strange to see Daisy seem soft to another person. But I think it gave the ladies more of a reason to keep fighting on.

But Atlas...he was something else. There was a reason people followed him. I followed him for plenty of good reasons. He seemed like a action hero you see out of those films from Hollywood. But I have never met a man so kind, yet so humble. He was the best of us...or that’s what I thought. You can have a good laugh with him too while having a drink. The man had a family, but he didn’t spoke of them much to keep them safe. I also remember hearing he was a captain in the Irish army. Which gave us an advantage in some ways over Ryan’s men.

He was the perfect anti-thesis to Andrew Ryan. Atlas was someone many genuinely respected and loved. Men wanted to be him, women loved him. To me and others. He wasn’t just a friend. Atlas was sometimes like a brother, or even a father.

Sure he wasn’t perfect and did some questionable things. But we knew it was for the best. Atlas is our best shot at winning this war. And I’m proud to fighting side by side with him, no matter what.

2/1/2002. Johnny Topside.

I never met the man, but Atlas knew him only for a year. The way he talked about Johnny. I’ve heard stories of him, well that’s because Atlas didn’t want his memory to die. Atlas said Johnny Topside was a diver who had discovered Rapture years ago and for sometime was forced to live in Rapture until he finally had enough.

Johnny Topside was the start of our rebellion. He was the one that planted the seeds. Johnny was the first to stand up to Ryan, but it resulted in tragedy. No one knows fully what happened to him. But Atlas said Ryan had tried to erase Johnny’s memory from history, and that it was very likely he may of been turned into...a Big Daddy...the idea of that horrifies me.

When Atlas spoke of him, he spoke of him so highly. Saying that Johnny was like a younger brother to him. You could of even seen at times Atlas nearly choked up when talking about him. I can’t blame him, losing someone that was like a brother to him. I’ve would of been nearly tearing up.

The story of Johnny Topside was something that kept us going, it inspired us. Hell, it even inspired me. Atlas didn’t want his memory to die, because what he was doing wasn’t just for everyone. But it was also justice for Johnny...justice for everyone that had enough of Ryan.

My only disappointment is that I never got to meet Johnny...because when Atlas says he’d would rather had him lead us...that says a helluva lot about Topside.

2/3/2002. Booker Dewitt and Ryan’s personal guard.

I’ve heard the stories of Dewitt...he merely sounded like a ghost. But he wasn’t. This was the man that shot down Fontaine, and most likely helped captured Johnny Topside.

Captain Dewitt was known to the citizens as, “The Grim Reaper Of Rapture” and he damn well earned it. But he was also Ryan’s new best friend after Bill left. Dewitt kept Ryan’s enemies in check. Whether by killing them when no one was looking, or capturing them.

Security was fine, but Ryan’s personal guard and when Dewitt was leading them...that was scary. I think what scared us rebels was whenever he showed up. He always wore that mask...which gave him more of a reason to call him a grim reaper...because he damn sure was.

Ryan’s personal guard weren’t just police officers enforcing Ryan’s rule, they were literal soldiers. They were formed when Johnny Topside had discovered Rapture. The guard was basically a better version of security.

They were made up of men who either genuinely believed in the, “Great Chain” or just were looking to be paid by Ryan. Some of them were ex soldiers, mercenaries, and they were all just horrible people.

The guard weren’t pushovers, they had years of experience or training by Dewitt. They were merciless, brutal, and effective. The fact Ryan had now decided to use them even more now showcased he truly wasn’t fucking around anymore. He wanted to win this war. But we weren’t gonna let that happen.

I think we were just thankful they didn’t really use Plasmids...if they did...then I felt this war may be over already. But it also gives us a easier chance to kill them all.

2/15/2002. Splicers.

Over the years since ADAM was discovered. Splicers became thing. Poor folks who used too spliced too much...they were once people...but they were sadly monsters now. I think what surprised us is how some of them were on our side...but not many. Unless they controlled themselves.

The Splicers of many types were a pain in the ass for Ryan and Atlas. Killing the rebels or Ryan’s personal guard. They had no allegiance...all they wanted was ADAM...they were basically drug addicts. I remember seeing one time a woman shanking a man for his ADAM, we had to put her down.

I didn’t really use Plasmids much, or some of the others like Atlas, Daisy, Diane, and Bill. It seemed good for Atlas that some of the rebels didn’t try to splice up. Which meant we can deal with less people turning into those...things.

There was one time I had to put down one of them. The man was just 21, but he had spliced up so much that he had gone insane. He tried attacking Daisy and Diane, but me and Daisy took him down shot him in the chest. But he was still breathing.

...I shot him in the head...I hesitated at first for about five seconds...he was younger than me. I wanted to make his death as quick and painless...it gave me a haunting reminder of why we were still fighting. All this pain and suffering...it started with the discover of that damn thing called ADAM...

I’m surprised I haven’t spoken about Tenenbaum yet...I feel like she was 2nd in place for me to kill after Ryan.

3/15/2002. Big Daddies, Little Sisters, and Brigid Tenenbaum.

I think the other thing that haunts me a lot and so many others is these two...I’ve seen them countless times and I have fought them when I joined Atlas.

Big Daddies are practically these...monsters that used to be people...slaves to protect what were once literal children...

These monsters looked like literal giant diving suits at times...some had drills, some had guns. They were tough sons of bitches. These things could kill a man easily, or even a group of a men if you weren’t careful.

But it’s the Little Sisters that horrify me and other rebels...not because they are dangerous or that they are killers. It’s the fact of what they are. They were children...or possibly still are...forced to collect ADAM because they were implanted with some...damn sea slug Tenenbaum discovered...

There is no known cure for them. I think many of us want a cure. But the only way to help these girls is something horrific...harvesting them. Atlas said it was to put them out of their misery. They had ADAM in them.

From what I’ve seen, some rebels harvested them, some didn’t. Daisy didn’t do it. Neither did Diane or Bill. I remember seeing Atlas making the most sickened face after harvesting one, he didn’t enjoy it at all.

I think it may of bothered Atlas some didn’t harvest them...but it’s understandable why some wouldn’t. Because I remember seeing one 37 year old man, after he had harvested just one Little Sister. The man about 5 minutes later literally put a pistol under his jaw and killed himself.

We all understood why he even did that. Because after you witness a child being horrified by you about to harvest them...it’s a sight you’re never going to forget.

I can still hear those girls screaming. Daisy and Diane do too...it’s in our nightmares. For some reason...the harvesting of a Little Sister scars me than seeing a Splicer or whatever else...I don’t know why...I think it’s because all that innocence was lost...or actually taken. Because there was no other way to help them.

It was all because of one woman, Brigid Tenenbaum. I heard she worked with Frank Fontaine to help make those girls into what they are. I’ve heard she’s had a hard life, but that doesn’t excuse what I find one of the most horrific crimes I’ve ever seen. She’s been in hiding for 4 years after being exposed for what she did.

If we ever find Tenenbaum...I want to put my foot on her throat...whatever what we want to do to her. To be honest, I think I want to kill her more than Ryan...because I don’t know how you can be forgiven for doing that to a child.

God forgives, and whenever I have to put down a fellow rebel because they spliced up too much, I make it quick and painless as possible...but Tenenbaum...quick and painless is not gonna mean anything if we ever find her.

6/3/2002. SOS and Archie Wynand.

After six months of war with Ryan’s personal guard and the Splicers. Whether some were controlled or not...things were going south for us. We fought hard, we planned as best as we could. But nothing was working, because Ryan was nearly winning.

There was panic among us, we were fearing that all of this could be for nothing. But Atlas revealed something, which he said was a risk in case. He somehow gave an SOS message to the surface to whoever would get it. Because he knew we weren’t gonna win this on our own anymore. We needed help, we needed the surface to discover Rapture. But also, we needed someone to help us take down Ryan. It was on Sunday Atlas gave out the message for help. We prayed someone would answer it. Luckily for us, someone did answer it.

Despite his aircraft was shot down by Ryan, and being the only survivor of his squad. Someone had arrived. That someone was a young man named Sergeant Archie Wynand. An Army Ranger sent by the US Government to discover where the SOS came from.

To be honest, I was worried by the fact only one man had survived. I’d feared we still didn’t stand a chance. But after I saw that man enter combat and killed so many Splicers, I have never seen a man fought hard like that. He was still young like me, but he was like a commando in his way. It was as if someone like Atlas again had come to save us.

Me and him never really talked, but from what I’ve seen. That man is the bravest soul I’ve ever seen. He’s loyal to a fault and unbreakable, it was like seeing a warrior unlike any other. I will admit, I felt a bit jealous when Atlas has giving him a lot more attention than me.

But Archie was important. Atlas sent him commands and he followed through. But I think what confused me the most was something Atlas had revealed earlier. Which resulted in ordering Archie to go to a certain building, a tower in the middle of Rapture.

6/4/2002. Elizabeth.

A day before Archie had arrived. There was this strange new information Atlas had discovered. That there was some girl in this tower in Rapture. Her name was Elizabeth. Atlas had discovered it when raiding a building near that tower.

We were so confused on why Ryan had a girl in this tower. In fact? Why was she there? Who was she really? Even Atlas was confused, but she seemed important.

But I feel our questions were answered when Archie saved her. I didn’t get to talk to her personally, but I have seen her in action with my own eyes. Along with some footage.

Somehow, this young girl had some powers of an unknown source. She was able to summon old sentries, and other things. It felt unnatural. Sure the Plasmids and other discoveries in Rapture were very special...but what this girl could do...it made us question even more who the hell she was and why Ryan had her locked away.

Gonna admit though, she was honestly adorable.

6/5/2002. Elizabeth’s purpose, and what the Hell is Archie? What the Hell is going on?

I think it horrified me and the rebels of what Elizabeth was supposed to be. Why she was kept secret from Rapture. What Atlas had discovered more is that she was secretly a weapon Ryan would use in case against someone like us. A sleeper agent that would of slipped through our ranks or anyone else...almost like a female fatale Ryan wanted to make personally...it confused me because from what I’ve seen, she’s nothing like that.

But I think we surprised us more is that she had been in Rapture since 1983. For about 19 years, Ryan had her in there, with hardly anyone knowing. I think it sickened me a bit more hearing Ryan was gonna use a young woman as a secret weapon in case someone like Atlas came along. It was almost like what happened with the Little Sisters.

Yet the other thing that’s been on my mind is Archie. I’ve talked about how much of a warrior he was. Ever since he rescued Elizabeth, she’s been by his side ever since. I haven’t seen such a effective team. It was like they were perfect for each other.

But again, it’s Archie that has me thinking. Sure he’s a soldier...but compared to any of us...and even compared to Ryan’s personal guard. I have never seen a man be so efficient in what he does. This was a young man, yet he fought like he was like some sort of super soldier. Hell, I don’t even think Atlas and Daisy are that efficient. He’s fast and strong.

He was also using so many Plasmids without mutating. I couldn’t get it? He wasn’t becoming spliced up. I couldn’t believe it? I had lost count of how many times he injected a Eve Hypo into his wrists.

I think the scary part is how many Big Daddies he’s killed...how can one man kill so many. I didn’t understand it? But from what I’ve seen from footage is...him curing the Little Sisters...I couldn’t believe it.

Where were he and Elizabeth staying at? I heard Atlas yesterday say they were at Tenenbaum’s...I couldn’t understand...I’m confused...

6/5/2002 A bigger Big Daddy.

I didn’t understand nor could I comprehend what I had witnessed. Ever since Archie arrived...things were changing. What made me think this way was when I saw...something I didn’t think was possible.

Out of all the Big Daddies we’ve killed. I had never seen one so big. He was about 12 feet tell...he looked older than any of the Big Daddies. He looked similar to the Alpha series Big Daddies...I couldn’t understand. I was lucky to have lived, but I witness it killed so many rebels, Splicers, and Ryan’s army. This Big Daddy was vicious. It seemed like he was on a mission. As if he was tracking down Elizabeth.

I’m just in disbelief...I don’t understand.

I was a witness also to see Elizabeth teleport it somewhere...I think it’s dead...I’m not sure.

6/6/2002. The war soon coming to an end.

To be honest, I was fearing we may never win. But somehow we made it. Captain Dewitt was beaten yesterday, and now Ryan is soon to be dealt with.

I’ve learned from Atlas that Tenenbaum had created a cure for the Little Sisters...I couldn’t believe it when I heard it. I asked him again if he was telling the truth, and he was. That’s why Archie and Elizabeth were staying with Tenenbaum somewhere.

It still sounded so crazy. But the next piece of news is that these three would be coming to Atlas’s headquarters, our base of operations. I couldn’t believe I was seeing Tenenbaum...I had...weird feelings.

The plans were while Archie and others went to Ryan’s office to finally take him down. There was hardly anyone left to defend him. While Elizabeth and Dr. Tenenbaum stayed at Atlas’s headquarters. It...an experience meeting this young girl...even after everything she’d been through, but so kind.

But I wasn’t gonna be staying for long either like Archie. Atlas sent me and some men to take over Fort Folic considering Archie and Elizabeth’s recent visit there. As if the freak that was Sander Cohen had finally left somewhere. It was no longer locked up.

I felt genuine hope for the first time. As if this whole nightmare will finally end. But I will admit, I wanted to kill Ryan as much as anybody else. I had my orders, and I listened. Besides, taking back Fort Folic was a huge win

I do recall Ryan playing golf at times. Hopefully when Archie gets to his office, he’ll beat the Walt Disney lookalike of a fuckhead with his own golf club. It’s what Ryan deserved...it’s what many of us wanted.

6/7/2002. Atlas...and the end...

...I don’t even know what to say...the war is over...it’s actually over...

But it didn’t end with Ryan dying or getting captured...

Atlas...our leader...my hero...my best friend...the anti-thesis to Ryan...was Frank Fontaine.

He’s dead...he was brutally hung...by Archie...his corpse is hanging for everyone to see...he...looks like half of a monster.

Everything we’ve done...everything we stood for...I feel betrayed, but I feel relived. I think others are feeling a similar way...I need no I want answers...

6/8/2002. The birth of the Vox Populi. Tenenbaum discovering these journals.

I think what happened on Thursday and Friday...changed so many of us...even myself...I thank Daisy and Diane for explaining it to me.

There was a huge meeting with the remaining rebels. Archie, Elizabeth, and Dr. Tenenbaum joined in as well. So many discussions were had. Rapture was finally ours...

While Splicers were still a thing, and some rich assholes were still around. Considering half of the city was still going, but we came together to formulate a plan.

There won’t be another Andrew Ryan, or even another Frank Fontaine. The end of the Rapture Civil War was only the beginning of something much better.

We weren’t just called rebels anymore, we were officially given a name now. The Vox Populi. It was Daisy’s idea for the name. We were basically the reformed version of Atlas’s rebellion. But now, we had genuine people who actually gave a damn. Who wouldn’t use us as puppets. That we will strive for a better tomorrow.

For peace, a better community. So we can help out every Little Sister we can find out there, and help whoever else is in Rapture. We’re gonna make this shithole of a city a better living place. No more tyrants, no more conmen, no more rulers, just people wanting to make this place a better place for everyone.

Justice, peace, and all that...I think many of us are still getting over what happened with Atlas...I’m still getting used to it...I’m just grateful it’s over.

But before this the huge meeting, Dr. Tenenbaum discovered my journals...she read what I wrote about her...our struggles. I apologized to her, but she said it’s okay. She said she doesn’t blame me for being angry. I think what surprised me more was the one person that her the most was herself...

For some odd reason, I forgave her...she just stared at me with surprise. She gave me a small smile...and then I said I think I could forgive her after everything she’s tried doing to fix her mistakes. Because I told her trying to fix your mistakes is better than doing nothing.

#bioshock rebirth #derek grady

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ywpd-translations · 2 years ago

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Ride 725: Towards a new trial!!

Pag 1

1: Sohoku will become even stronger!!

An injection of will-power to power up!!

Pag 2

1: The Izu Peninsula is a group of massifs perched on the Pacific Ocean, with a view of Mt. Fuji and Hakone

2: In the center of the peninsula there's the hot spring Shuzenji

3: Since a long time ago, a railway for the hot-springs has been made

4: And it made it prosper as a tourists attraction

5: About 10km east of Shuzenji, climbing a ridge in the mountains

Pag 3

1: There's the sports park circuit for bicycles

Pag 4

1: Ohh, woah.... it's so huge, teh

Waaaaa this is incredible Rokudai!!

2: A huge pylon!

It looks like an hotel from that anime with the cars

3: It's- it's huge, teh

Where should we run, I don't kow this level!

4: You've never come here, Kinaka-kun?

I... I've ran in races, but I only went as far as Saitama, it's the first time I come here!!

Pag 5

1: This is Shizuoka!!

When we in the car, we even saw Mt. Fuji...!!

2: Th-th-th that's Mt. Fuji, teh!!

Wooah, it's true! It's so huge! It's more huge than in pictures

3: The camera makes it look smaller

You're right, teh

5: They're in high spirits, those two

Yeah

Pag 6

1: They were chose for the quaolifiers.... and won...

Of course they're excited

3: Let's go, the meeting is soon, Furuya

Yeah, Murakami

5: From now, for the next four days, the training camp will start!!

Pag 7

1: Those of you who get injured or don't feel good, report it immediately

There's no need to overdo it, you can retire in the middle

2: So we can retire, too?

Yeah

I'm glad

3: However

4: This training campalso serves as a selection for the six members who will participate in the Inter High

5: Those of you who want to run in the national competition, the Inter High

6: those of you who want to make a name for themselves, those of you who want to contribute to the team, and those of you who have the secret ambition of playing a flashy active role....

Pag 8

1: Run with everything you have!!

Squeeze out beyond your limit!!

This training camp's finishing order...

2: The first

3: six people

5: Will be the Inter High members regulars!!

Pag 9

1: This course has a 5km long climb

The practice menu for these four days

2: is to run

Pag 10

1: 1000km!!

Pag 11

1: 1000km!

1000km

1000Km!!!

2: Running 1000km is the only practice menu!!

3: Kinaka-kun....!!

4: 1000km... don't tell me

5: Yeah, it's an impossible number

My father's family home is in Aomori, so every year we go there by car, and to go there by car it takes half a day

6: How far do you think it is from Chiba to Aomori!?

Pag 12

1: It's 700km!!

3: 1000km is 300km longer than that!!

4: It's longer.... than from Chiba.... to Aomori.... teh

5: And tht's not all

10: This training camp is simple but intense

Naruko-san said it

Pag 13

1: This electronic scoreboard will show the distance and number of laps accumulated

2: There's a chip installed on your bikes

3: So you'll know the individual number of laps and ranking

4: So I don't have to count them myself?

I'm glad, it'll be comforting

1000km, so, uhm...?

5: You can check after every lap

How many laps you did

6: And how many laps did the others!!

Pag 14

1: “How many laps the others did”..... that means that you can see your own rank on the eletronic scoreboard!!

You have opponents to fight.... in other words, this is a “race”!!

2: During this training camp

A race of 1000km....””

3: It's not just running, it's about how to reach the goal faster than the other members

4: We're being tested!!

5: No!! Wait, Kinaka- the third years are included too, and including both the second and third years, there's no way we can be in the top six!!

Furuya

6: If it's just running... then isn't this training camp is useless?

7: We're too much at a disadvantage!!

It's too much for us first years!!

Pag 15

1: No.... I don't think we have no chances at all!! At the end Naruko-san talked about “requirements”

I think those might become our breakthrough!!

2: Requirements”!!

3: Breakthrough!? How!?

Well.... somehow- I've been thinking about various things...

See, as expected it's impossible

4: As nexpected, Kinaka-kun is thinking about how to make a breakthrough, teh!!

5: The “requirements” for the training camp that the Sohoku racing team organized to work towards the Inter High....

6: How to run during the training camp is basically up to you

Think for yourself and run

Pag 16

1: But there is one “requirement”

Huh? A requirement, what is it!?

Like they'll give us handicaps?

2: Until now, in mine and Hotshot's personal experience in Sohoku training camp

3: many things were used to bind us and made each of us stronger

4: But we talked about it and decided not to use them this time

Those who want to do it can do it on their own accord

5: Instead of that

6: For the next 15 minutes, discuss with each other and choose a partner

Huh, a partner!?

Pag 17

1: The onw you choose will be your buddy for this training camp!!

3: Buddy!?

4: They a partner... who you'lll... run with?

Among us!?

Can I choose anyone?

5: What do we do?

Can we choose someone who's around as strong as us? How about that

6: Sure

Pag 18

1: “Fighting in pairs”

This is this training camps “requirements”!!

2: Kinaka-kun!!

3: Rokudai!!

Pag 19

1: I'll say it once again!! Will you run with me, Rokudai!?

Okay!! Yeah, teh!! Kinaka-kun!!

4: The stickers on their helmets!!

5: To make it easy to identify your chosen buddy, stick the same stickers on your helmets

6: Ugh... the two who participated in the qualifiers

Furuya, we can't lose either

Nogami!!

Pag 20

1: Being a pait means that we can protect each other from the wind

That's right

2: And we can cooperate with other pairs, as four people!!

Alright!! Let's settle aqnd run!! No, as six people!!

I have a feeling this is gonna be okay

4: The other first years wioll be a bit of an hindrance

I want to scatter them as soon as possible

5: Can I ask you that?

6: Kaburagi-san!!

Pag 21

2: As expected

3: I guess they started already

We're a little late

4: Sorry, Danchiku

No, it's alright....

5: Uhm... so it's really.... not good?

7: Yeah

It's better to stop

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal translations #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 725 #this training camp is gonna be so intense im so not ready for it ;A;#i can see we're all gonna be emotional af during and after this whole arc #you can see especially danchiku and kaburagi and sugimoto ready to make us all suffer #but also i dont doubt kinaka and rokudai will also make us suffer a lot #are we ready :) no were not :))))#also i wonder if kawada is here as well mhhhh #btw i know ii say every week but it needs to be said again- kinaka and roku-chan have the sweetest relationsip???? besties????#theyre just besties who are discovering the world together ITS ADORABLE #if it wasnt clear already i love them SO MUCH #(Btw i wonder where onoda is xD hes always late for training camp #but no one even acknowledge his absence lmao #good thing sohoku has actually three captains!!#its SO GOOD to see our boys being all senpai-like and responsible #IM SO PROUD OF THEM THEYVE GROWN UP SO MUCH

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norafike · 4 years ago

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Despite all this, I still love you 19

That day replayed on loop in her head often and she would usually find herself trembling with the frightening flashes of light from shooting guns and the gruesome sight of that headless horseman would appear before her eyes. At first, she thought that it had been Kieran like Micah told but after more thinking she realised that it didn't look like the boy at all.

She was curious on how Micah managed to convince the majority of the gang's members that this was their missing campmate, but they weren't the brightest group of individuals and she deemed that a valid excuse in itself.

Perhaps the events of that night were only coming back to her now for a reason? One she wanted the answers to sooner to save herself from inevitable nightmares to come. That's how they usually started and her repressing them proved to be dangerous later on, otherwise she probably wouldn't still be suffering after those events a whole year after.

“How are ya?” Cripps greeted her fondly, taken to standing in the clearing just outside of the trees with a lit cigarette in hand. She had no answer for him because she did not want to confess her concerns so soon but eventually somebody would need to be trusted so she wouldn't end up plagued by it. So she lied, at least for now. “Fine.”

“Well, that is good to hear.” He shook the embers out and dropped the butt to the ground once he had finished smoking, but the smoke lingered over them, almost choking. It felt thicker than what it should be but perhaps she was only being dramatic. “Listen, I got a job for you.”

“There's always a job, isn't there?” Her attitude irked Cripps. “Now you ain't done shit for us in day's, I figured that while you been hanging around here that you would like something to do.”

“I'm exhausted, can't you send one of the boy's out on it?” She waved back at camp and the older male simply stood firm with his arms crossed. “Lem's going with you, as are James an' Harry.”

“I feel like you're just tryin' to get us out of camp.” Nora intended it as a joke but Cripps failed to see it that way, immediately choosing to turn defensive and dismiss the claim. It earned that suspicious look in Nora's eye and eventually she let out a quiet sigh, nodding as she accepted whatever Cripps had in mind. “What is it?”

Cripps gave her a wicked grin before explaining just what it was he had in mind.

...

“Cripps has really sent us out on this?” Harry could not believe it, huddled together in a group all armed with rifles as they waited for an eastern turkey to scurry by.

Whenever they wanted to go hunting the lands were sparse and not even a wild horse would gallop past and it came as no surprise that the animals seemed to appear when they were not needed. There was only so much patient the group had together, from Harry and James' despise towards Lem and how little care she had left in her brother's attitudes towards the individual she had called a friend.’ So when they were all forced together as a group to undergo the most patient job ever sent on, well, the troubles started to build up behind bitten tongues and the want to take their frustrations out on the other became strong.

“I swear we should move to find them damn turkeys, are you even sure that they come this way?” Harry bitterly said.

“Positive now shut the hell up or they'll runoff.”

Her brother simply rolled his eyes at the comment. James would soon tap his shoulder and gently motion for him to follow, sneaking away from the bushes they hid in after growing tired for waiting around too long. They thought they were being sneaky but Nora knew very well by the scraping of twigs against branches and the snapping of twigs beneath their feet that they were leaving and she smirked because unbeknownst to them it was what she planned.

Curiously, Lem would watch them ride away with cheers as they thought they got away with it and gave Nora a quizzical look to question her letting them do that and she replied with a small shrug at first before going into further explanation. “They'd get tired eventually and would leave us alone, it cleared the air of tension a bit and they're probably gonna go and hunt us a turkey now on their own to prove just how better they are.”

“So what are we gonna do then?”

“Well we're gonna collect that wagon because we were never told to make a trade, fella's already got what he needs and more and so Cripps was able to convince him into handin' it over.”

He found himself impressed by the antics and followed her out of the brambles and leaves to the small clearing where their horses waited and during their walk, he praised her for the idea, but never admitting how grateful he was that she got rid of her brothers. Any longer and he felt that they would have killed him then and there. “So where is the wagon then?”

“Just a little south, near Flat Iron lake.”

“You ain't worried t-that they're gonna head down there?”

She shook her head. “With any luck they'll have some sense knocked into them, if they do and besides, Harry'll probably take James towards Cumberland Forest.”

It felt ridiculous hearing it over but the boys weren't the brightest of the bunch so he believed it, but then again, neither was he.

“Can't believe that worked... I don't d-doubt you at all but somethin' that simple tricked 'em?”

“Surprisingly, but ain't you lived here for… twenty-eight years and still get lost in most places?”

Quickly the male shook his head but did appear to be embarrassed with Nora's statement and she gently gave his shoulder a gentle pat. “I still get lost sometimes, too. Ain't nothin' wrong in going the wrong way.”

As they came close to Flat Iron lake he had been first to spot the wagon, sitting just off of the path near a makeshift camp set up for this other trader Cripps mentioned. He greeted the two fondly and even handed over a small can of beans to be polite and they accepted it with a bright smile and many words of thanks before moving out with the wagon Cripps wanted them to gather.

Sticking to the roads, while tediously long, was the best route to go and Lem had even taken to whistling old tunes from his younger days that Nora seemed familiar with. She would nod along but never joined it, just that bit embarrassed to accidentally make a fool of herself and be teased about it for years to come. “Maggie's asked if you're still any good playin' instruments.” After a while, he decided that it was time to initiate conversation.

“Why?”

“I don't know... but she asked and a-all I could say was that I'd have to ask ya.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line before nodding slowly, despite having not played for a while she would probably remember something good enough to play at Fike's request. “Guess I am.”

“Great. I think she'll be glad hearin' it.”

The corner of Nora's mouth turned up into a slight smirk before she kicked back into focusing on their journey home, with Lem back to whistling and tapping his knuckles against the bench.

...

“Good work, with this we should have a full supply soon.”

“Does this mean I can leave now?”

Cripps quickly revealed a letter, handing it over but held a concerned expression on his face. “This was left for you.”

“Off?”

“Feller didn't give a name, but seemed to know ya.”

She gently looked at Lem before tearing the envelope apart. The paper inside was old and the ink had bled considerably, the writing almost impossible to read but with Lem's help they were able to decipher the introduction and the task she had been asked to do.

“Whoever dropped this off needs me to meet 'em near Riggs Station and to go alone.” She said, the instructions sounded suspicious straight away. “You ain't gonna go, are you?”

“I am, Fike.” He didn't take too kindly to her answer, his brows knitting together before she even had a chance to explain. “I ain't b-bright but I know that, that l-letter has danger scribbled all over it.”

“I'll be fine.”

“I don't trust you going, Nora.”

“Look, you can't make me do shit, I'm going and that's final. But even I know that this don't seem right, ‘go alone’ has suspect written all over. Just, ride out a few hours after me and you'll know if somethin' happens, if something does.”

“Why the hell are you bein' so goddamn stubborn.”

“Whatever.”

She grabbed her bolt-action from the weapon locker and with one, forced smile, left camp much to his protests of distrust in the writing.

“Why is she a-always like this, JB?”

“I don't know, son. I don't know.”

...

Just as instructed she rode down towards the train station and continued further down the trail, eventually coming to a small clearing where a man shrouded in a dark coat was stood. He had his back turned but knew she was there, cleared his throat as a manner of introduction as he rose from his stool.

“Nora Morgan?” He asked and she noticed the strong Irish accent immediately. She didn't want to jump to conclusions too soon, but most folk around the area who dressed in black and came from Ireland were notoriously members of the O'Driscoll's.

“I am. You are?”

“That don't matter.” She heard the rustling in bushes around, her hand moving to hover over the holster ready to draw her revolver and very quickly someone else, dressed in that similar fashion had leapt out in front of her. She was quick to draw her gun but had it knocked from her grasp when someone managed to grab her arm and force it out. Her bad arm being twisted uncomfortably and forcing out a cry of pain soon after.

“And he said that it wouldn't be easy takin' you down. Look at you, pathetic little thing.” She tried struggling against them but whoever had her apprehended was far more stronger than she was. “Walk her away, Colm will be pleased to see her.”

She struggled a little more, managing to put up a good enough fight so that they couldn't walk far with her but unfortunately they had taken to more of a drastic approach, taking the butt of her gun and hitting her head with it; enough to make her dazed and fall to the ground. He stood over her, this sinister grin on her face before connected her boot with her head.

The last thing she heard before falling unconscious was his laughter. The last thing she saw, was Lem's expression of worry and then there was nothing.

#rdr2 #rdo #lem fike #lemuel fike #lem fike x oc #JB Cripps #maggie fike #original female character #original male character #red dead redemption 2 #red dead online #rdr2 fanfic #fanfiction

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evan-macmillan-trapper · 4 years ago

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Evan’s first time meeting the First Three.

(here’s the story I was working on for the last few days, hope you enjoy it)

Cricket sounds were common around the area the killers would be forced to stay when the trials would be done for the day. Some of the more simple styles would call it another backbreaking nine to five for the working class. Evan was born into money but learned how to be a worker quickly. He was raised to know the ins and outs of the business he would take over. Sadly, he even learned the harsh reality of running a business could do to a man. Evan put these thoughts to bed as he adds more wood to the campfire he created. He places the pot on the hanging metal rod and after some time to let the pot heat up does he tosses in the meat the Entity gives him as food. He is not sure what it is but all he does know is the Entity supplies it and forces him to eat it anytime he refuses. Probably to turn him into a full fledged carnivore. Evan suspects it to be cow or pig but it’s never a full animal, just the meat. The sizzle of the meat was loud and was not overshadowed by the crackling of the fire and the crickets that Evan never saw but would always hear. This place never got much brighter as a dense fog would surround the place. Evan spent time on learning the details of this place. He built a boat from the local trees to see if he could paddle away from the camp. He would never make it far until the fog became so dense it turned solid. To his surprise the tree he had cut down always came back so there was never to fear any shortage of wood. The Entity told him when more killers come and more lost souls are drained of their essence would this place be upgraded to something more comfortable. Had Evan grown to dislike this place he could always go back to his realm... but the memories of that place still haunt his dreams to this day.

Within the fog Evan could hear distant footsteps, walking every so closer. “Guess it’s time for some fresh meat” Evan muttered to himself. Soon appearing from the fog came a tall man in a short cloak, Evan was surprised to see someone taller than him as he was the tallest he knew. Following the tall skinny man was another man but twisted and deformed. “Hmm birth defects..” Evan muttered once again “He looks confused as if he’s like a kid lost in the woods”. Evan noticed the hammer and chainsaw in both his hands. Dripping with fresh prints of blood. Lastly he saw a floating.. nurse?. Evan was unsure as her face was covered unlike the other two. Her soft wheezing was now audible and her clothing confirmed Evan suspicion of her being a nurse. One after another they all approached the large man by the fire. Each gripping their weapons in their hands, just in case. “.... You lot wanna keep staring at me or you want to get warm by the fire?”. His voice was gruff and almost at a rumble that his usual voice. They showed no signs of returning a response but did as he says and each picked a spot by the fire. The Tall man sits criss crossed on the dirt instead of the log right behind him. Evan found him oddly quiet, not just in voice but in his actions as if he’s always trying to remain hidden. The man with the twisted face falls back heavily into the log and lets out a low grumble that Evan took for a sigh of relief to be off his feet. The twisted man then instantly begins to look at his chainsaw and pick at it. Evan can tell a tinkerer when he sees one. The nurse floats down onto the wood log and soon her head breathing was subsiding. Evan guessed her power must take a lot out of her and when she’s not floating she’s able to breathe properly... or at least as much as she could through a pillow case.

“So.. I guess you all are the next three to be added to these trials. Let me be the first to tell you all that this will be a baptism by fire. You all will learn as things go but I’d imagine you all know full well what is your ultimate goal each trial”. Evan spoke as if he was a foreman getting his worker prepped for the shift. Evan looked around at each one of them but it seems none of them want to speak. Evan sighs a little and begins to stir the meat around the pot before saying “So what are your names... both names. We’re gonna be here for a while so we’re going to have to get used to one another, might as well start now”. Evan looked around to see who would speak first. To his surprise the Tall skinny man was the first to speak. “Philip.. but my killer name is the Wraith”. Evan returned another question to him. Getting someone to keep talking would push the other two to follow suit “Ok Philip, what did you do before getting here?”. Philip went silent for a second before speaking “I.. worked at an auto shop.. but I threw my boss into the crusher and pulled out his spine and skull... it’s now made into this weapon”. Evan sat there for a second “ Well I guess he wasn’t the good type of person”. Evan hates how he sounds, but if he sounded mean, it would make the three distant from him. Having been trapped here all alone for so long, he wanted friends... he needed friends.

“What about you kid? What are you doing here?. Evan jesters to Maxwell to say his names and what brought him here, though the bloody chainsaw was a pretty good hint. “Max... Thompson Jr.. but I guess.. People like to call me The HillBilly. I don’t know why I’m here... but.. If it lets me kill others.. I guess this place is alright.” Evan can hear from how Max speaks that he was never properly trained on how to speak and was probably not involved in school much. Evan just gets this feeling from Max that his life was probably worse than the rests due to something he has no control over.

Evans' gaze turns toward the smaller nurse who was silently floating above the wood log under her. “And you are-“. “Sally Mr. MacMillan, my name is Sally but I also go by The Nurse. My powers involve “blinking” or a form of teleportation in which causes me to catch up to survivors but does tire me out heavily. Should that answer all your questions?”. Sally seemed all too ready to cut Evan off and say what they were expecting her to say but not just all at once. “You already know my name?” Evan seemed more impressed she went ahead to learn about him before he knew about her. “Yes, as I will be the nurse of you three I thought it would be best for me to learn all I could as to who I will be taking care of”. Evan seemed to pick at what she says that she is simply untrusting of the three and wanted to know who she would be dealing with rather than thinking of a better way to treat them. “You didn’t say what your past was Sally''. “I killed people, that is what we are all here for right? To mane and murder these “survivors' ' to please a twisted god?”. The group fell silent at the mention of their new boss. A being that feeds off of the suffering of others until there is nothing left of them.

With the group introductions done, Evan returns to stirring the pot of meat and begins to add in other ingredients such as water, carrots, potatoes, some salt and pepper and a little bit of garlic. These things appeared whenever it was time for Evan to eat and it confused him why a god would need to keep giving food to them as they had no need for it while in the realms. This train of thought was interrupted by the sudden feeling of someone touching Evans' arm. Without even looking first Evan reels his arm back to his side, only to see Sally sitting there looking at him like he ruined what she was doing. “I’m looking at your arm, these metal pieces are a hazard to your health and I would recommend you get them removed”. “They haven’t done anything since The Boss shoves them into my body. It’s best to leave men alone”. Sally wouldn’t take no for an answer “Evan please these things could very well damage your body and if I’m responsible for your health then I will need to know how these hooks affect your muscles”. Evan continues to refuse “How can I trust you that you aren’t mad and enjoy hurting your patients in for some sick kick”. Sally sits there with what Evan suspected a rather upset look on her face. To Everyone's surprise, Sally reaches for the bottom of the pillow case and pulls it upward and off her head. Her hair was clean and well kept and her face was actually the most beautiful of the group. Evan stood there with a confused and somewhat impressed look. “Evan.. I need you to trust me that I will help you.. take off your mask, look me in the eyes so you can understand what I’m saying is true. Allow us to trust you as well as you to trust us”. Evan looks down toward the ground of the campfire. His mind was racing as he wasn’t sure of what to do. He has never taken his bone mask off since he was made into the killer known as the Trapper. Evan knew he felt better behind this mask as he felt it hid himself from him. His dark deals, his past.. his sins. He wanted his old self to go away but it seems he can’t run away from who he is. With one hand Evan grasps the top of his mask and lifts it off of his head. He felt the somewhat chilly air smother his now exposed face. He looked toward Max and Philip and their reactions were not that of horror or disgust but seemed somewhat happy to see his face. He turned toward Sally and she had a genuine smile come across her face. “It’s nice to finally meet the real you, Evan Macmillan”.

#dbd #dbd evan #dbd trapper #dbd nurse #dbd sally #dbd wraith #dbd philip #dbd hillbilly #dbd max

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margoshansons · 5 years ago

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Desperate Measures: 10/?

Masterlist

Summary: Camp is thrown back into chaos with the return of an old foe. The threat of the grounders becomes real, and sickness strikes the camp where they least expect it.

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Vomiting, Blood, Swearing

Notes: This is the start of an angst train between the two of them so buckle up. Based on 1x10 ‘I am Become Death’

While a part of her knew she should stay back at camp, Bellamy and Clarke both knew she needed closure. She needed to see the wreck that killed her father. And it was one of the most impressive ones she's seen. The ground was charred, nothing living remaining as she scraped up parts they could use back at camp.

She had already talked with Raven about the use of walkie talkies, so she scrounged for parts.

"Y/N stop!" Raven called, pulling the thoughtless girl back just in time to see the bright red liquid drip from the engine of the ship.

"Hydrazine" Y/N whispered, awe in her eyes as Raven pulled a rock covered in it from the ground.

"Stand back," She warned, before tossing it over her shoulder into a crater. The ground shook underneath her, the hydrazine booming as it created a geyser of flame where Raven had thrown it. Marcus had been in that explosion. He'd died in those same flames. Y/N scanned the ground, examining the skeletons leftover, hoping and praying that he hadn't suffered.

They traveled back through the forest, the moon rising high above them as Bellamy stepped beside her, sympathy tracing the features of his face.

"Hey, I'm sorry about Kane" He spoke, his hands remaining on his gun. She nodded, a somber expression on her face as she stared ahead, the glint of the camp fence glowing in the torchlight.

"He was all I had left." She confessed.

"You’re wrong," Bellamy announced, echoing their previous conversation, "You have me."

Y/N sent him a grateful smile, their moment interrupted by a frantic Connor running out the camp.

"Bellamy," He panted, "He's back, Octavia wanted us to take him inside, but I wanted--"

"Connor slow down" Y/N urged, trying to calm the frantic kid down, "Who's back?"

Connor shot a worried gaze at the other leader. "Murphy."

The two of them raced toward the dropship, Y/N skidding to a stop as she saw the beaten and battered body of Jonathan Murphy, cuts littering his body as his face was almost near unrecognizable. Bellamy's jaw clenched at the sight of the traitor.

"Everyone but Connor and Derek, out!" He ordered, eyes never leaving Murphy as the delinquents stayed where they were. "Now!"

The crowd began to scatter, leaving the three leaders and Finn staring down at the traitor.

"Claims he was with the grounders" Derek informed them, sending a distasteful look Murphy's way.

Connor piped up next, "We caught him trying to sneak back into camp."

"I wasn't sneaking" Murphy protested, his vocal cords shredded as his hoarse voice rang through the ship. "I was running from the grounders."

Bellamy shared a skeptical look with Y/N before turning back to Connor and Derek, "Did anyone see grounders?"

The two delinquents shook their heads, and Bellamy readied his rifle, clicking off the safety and pointing the barrel directly at Murphy. "I told you what would happen if you ever came back."

Bellamy's voice grew darker, and she recognized the expression that clouded his eyes.

"Bellamy wait!" Finn interjected, placing himself in between the rifle, "If he's been to the camp, he can tell us what we need to know about them."

Bellamy refused to budge, stating "We hanged him, we banished him, and now we're gonna kill him."

"Bellamy wait" Y/N interjected, going over the strategy in her head, "Finn's right, the more we find out about the grounders the better we can defend ourselves." The soldier flicked his gaze toward her, her words calming down the rage burning inside him. As much as she hated the bastard, she knew he was more valuable alive than dead.

Clarke moved forward, examining Murphy's hands, "Look," She pointed out, "His fingernails were torn off."

Bellamy clenched his jaw, restraining a snarl, "What did you tell them about us?"

The rest of them waited, inhaling sharply as Murphy lifted up his head to stare Bellamy straight in the eye, a snide look on his face.

"Everything."

Clarke stood up, facing the other two leaders. "We find out what he knows and then he's out of here."

"And if he won't leave?" Bellamy asked, refusing to look anywhere else.

Y/N shot a look at Murphy, recalling the night by the cliff. He was the reason Charlotte was dead. His knife was the one that killed Wells. He threatened her with death and then exposure.

If anyone deserved to die, he did.

She set her jaw, darkness swirling in her stomach as she returned Bellamy's gaze. "Then we kill him."

A beat passed.

Then another.

Bellamy lowered his gun, clicking the safety back on as he stormed out of the dropship.

Y/N stepped into her tent, carefully starting to craft prototypes for the walkies using what was leftover from the radio of the Exodus ship. The camp was furiously working on finishing the wall surrounding them, and she didn't want to think about how the chaos had returned with the coming of Murphy.

She yelped in pain as the cords shocked her, her prototype falling apart in her hands. "Dammit!" She yelled, hitting her hand against the table. She began to start over when she felt a gust of wind behind her, the tent flap opening.

"Hey" Bellamy appeared, his tone urgent, "How are you feeling?"

She furrowed her brow at him before answering his question, shrugging, "Fine I guess," she let out a grunt of frustration as the prototype fell apart again, "I'd be better if I could find the right parts for this damn walkie!" She threw the wire against the table, pressing her hand to her head as she continued to think.

She turned around to see Bellamy let out a sigh of relief at the news, his lips perking upward. Although the worried look he wore when he looked at her never left his eyes.

"Why?" She asked, "What’s up?"

"The grounders let Murphy go." Bellamy explained, "He's infected the camp with some kind of virus."

She pursed her lips at the news. "Biological warfare" She spoke, a strange respect filling her chest for the ingeniousness of the weapon. "How many are sick?" Y/N asked instead.

"A dozen for now" Bellamy informed her, the worry still never leaving his eyes, "Clarke too."

Y/N nodded before drawing in a sharp breath. She had just lost her dad, she couldn’t lose Clarke too.

A cry rang through the air, causing the pair to leave the tent, watching as Miller gently set the body of a freshly dead girl on the ground. Y/N rushed to Miller, making sure he was okay.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" She asked, remembering her promise. She couldn't lose him too. Not after everyone else.

Nate nodded, horror striking him as he watched Jessica cry over the body of the dead girl. "We need to find a cure for this, and fast."

Y/N agreed. Her gaze turning toward the dropship, where Clarke was waiting, dried blood creating lines underneath her eyes as the dark circles grew more prominent. Pale and weak, yet she chose to stand.

"You got enough food in there?" Bellamy asked, "Water?"

Clarke nodded weakly, "Some medicine might be nice."

Y/N watched her walk back to the inside of the dropship, freezing as Bellamy called out. "Octavia! You doing okay?"

Concern flashed over Clarke's face and Bellamy moved to enter the dropship until the former stopped him. "Bellamy wait, she's not here."

Realization struck Y/N. "Lincoln." She uttered, ignoring the rage in Bellamy’s gaze.

Clarke nodded. "If there's a cure, he has it."

"If anything happens to her--"

"It won't." Y/N assured him, pressing a palm to his shoulder, "Lincoln will help her. He cares for her you know that."

His response was cut off by a yell from the wall, Connor's eyes now leaking blood. "Get to the dropship now!" Bellamy ordered before the sound of a cough brought the leaders out of their senses, blood spattering onto another delinquents face.

Just like she predicted, the chaos returned. Everyone was on top of each other, pointing rifles at each other in the hopes of killing the virus before it spread. She found herself next to Raven, hanging onto the girl as they moved away from the crowd, unable to stop the fighting from breaking out. Several rounds of gunfire rang out and Y/N turned to see Clarke standing with a rifle pointed in the air.

"This is exactly what the grounders want!" She shouted over the commotion, "If we turn on each other, they won't have to kill us!"

"They won't have to kill us if we get the virus" Another boy shouted, pointing the rifle at Clarke, "Now get back in the damn dropship!"

Y/N grasped the rifle, using the butt of it to knock the poor kid back. "She's right!" She called out, supporting her friend and fellow leader, "Don't do the grounders’ job for them, now get back to work!"

The crowd split apart as they followed the orders of their co-leaders, only Bellamy piping up. "Hate to tell you this, but your quarantine isn't working."

Clarke grew silent as dizziness overwhelmed her, nearly collapsing on the dropship door.

Finn and Y/N raced forward, each grabbing an arm as Raven called out, "Finn don't touch her!" the same time Bellamy called, "Y/N wait!"

She let go of Clarke as they reached the dropship door, watching as Finn carried her to the hammock Murphy had been lounging in.

"We better find that cure" Y/N spoke up, heading back down to the campsite.

"There is no cure!" Octavia's voice rang out, her footsteps trampling the ground underneath her as she ran back into camp, "But the grounders don't use the sickness to kill!"

Bellamy grasped her arm, overprotective brother mode engaging, "Tell that to them, " He pointed toward the dead kids that he had pulled from the dropship, "I warned you about seeing that grounder again--"

"Yeah" Octavia pushed past her brother, "Well I have a warning for you too. The grounders are attacking at sunrise!"

Commotion split across the camp across the news as a plan formulated in Y/N's head. She reached over toward Raven again, pulling the girl aside. "How much hydrazine was in the Exodus ship?"

"Enough to kill over a hundred people, why?"

Y/N's eyebrows raised as excitement began to grow inside her. The idea took root and she knew that this would work. She ran the logistics in her head. This would be easy.

Raven recognized the look crossing the engineer's face, shock meeting hers, their silent language passing between them, "You want to build a bomb?"

Y/N nodded, "Boom!"

By the time they had gathered all the hydrazine they needed, night had fallen over the camp, and half of the campers had come down with the virus.

"You sure this will work?" Bellamy asked as Y/N shot a mocking hurtful look at him.

"We made it." She pointed out, her hair flipping over her shoulder as she shouldered the pack "Of course it will."

She placed the hydrazine in the pack, making sure that it stood in a place where it wouldn't fall and break. She handed it to Bellamy, only to stand there helpless as blood streamed from his nose.

"Bellamy!" She called frantically as he collapsed. She turned her gaze toward Jasper, "Help me get him to the dropship now!"

Miller was the first one to volunteer, his weight proving to be less of an obstacle than she predicted. Please don't die, please don't die, please don't die. She couldn't lose him too.

Love is weakness, her brain reminded her, telling her that she was paying for believing the opposite.

She watched helplessly as they set him down on the floor of the dropship, Octavia rushing over with a damp cloth and a tin of water. Y/N shoved those feelings back down as she shouldered the pack, she had a job to do, and she wasn't going to let anything distract her from it.

Bellamy would survive the virus. He was strong enough.

She didn't know if he would survive a grounder attack.

She had to stop it somehow.

"You're an idiot if you think I'm letting you go alone." Raven broke through her thoughts, ponytail swinging as she grasped the rifle at her side. The girl met her at the edge of the gate, nudging her shoulder.

Y/N couldn't lose her too. "I knew I couldn't stop you." She said instead, planning on knocking her out before anything else could happen once they reached the bridge.

"Franco and Reyes," Raven spoke fondly, "Together Again."

The two set off into the night, the prayers of the entire camp on their shoulders.

"So what's the deal with you and lover boy?" Raven asked, a smirk on her face.

Y/N scoffed, "Bellamy and I are friends, that's all."

Raven shrugged her shoulders, "Look, he's not around, you don't have to pretend with me."

She rolled her eyes. She didn't have feelings for Bellamy. She thought he was attractive, that was it. "I'm not pretending" Y/N affirmed, stomach flipping in protest.

"Whatever you say" Raven smiled, gazing around at her sights, "You know, I missed you on Mecha,"

Y/N's stomach twisted at the admission. "Yeah, well I didn't really have a choice."

"We were supposed to be the dream team" Raven spoke fondly, nostalgia hitting her, "the top mechanic and the top engineer, instead you chose to remain where you were."

Y/N spun around, "I didn't have a choice. Marcus--"

"Yeah I know" Raven's tone turned malicious, "Kane had you watched night and day. The number of times Finn told me etched that excuse in my brain." Raven huffed before landing the killing blow, "The Y/N I knew wouldn't have let that stop her."

She moved closer, anger stirring at the slightly older girl. "The Y/N you knew died with her mother when you got her floated."

Raven scoffed, "I didn't ask her to get those supplies for me!"

"No," Y/N replied, "I suppose you didn't. But you wanted to be a mechanic, and my mom wanted to make sure your dream came true, same as me."

Raven's mouth opened and closed until she saw the look of horror cross Y/N's eyes, the girl pressing her body against hers, sliding her arm underneath Raven's.

"You're bleeding," She informed the mechanic, "We need to hurry now."

***

Bellamy coughed up once more, his guts spilling across the floor by the time Octavia had brought him a new tin of water.

"Hey," She spoke, pressing a washcloth to his forehead, "You're going to be fine."

He grasped her arm, now that he knew she was okay, one other person was on his mind. One person he hadn’t seen since she left him in the dropship alone.

"Octavia" He choked out, "Have you seen Y/N?"

Something unusual flashed over his sister's eyes, her gaze flitting toward Clarke before turning back to Bellamy.

"She's fine Bellamy" Was all Octavia said, pouring the water down his mouth once again. "You just worry about yourself."

He perched himself on his elbows, desperation crossing his face. He needed to see her. He needed to know she was okay. That she hadn't died. "Octavia please, I need to see her."

"She doesn't have time Bellamy," Octavia told him, her eyes shifting back toward Clarke once more, "She's working on the walkies."

This time she wouldn't even look at him and that's when he knew. The hairs on his neck stood up as He reached up to pull Octavia back down, alarm bells ringing in his head.

"Where's Y/N?"

***

The sun was just barely peeking over the clouds by the time they reached the bridge. The grounder army would be here any second. Y/N set Raven down, the bleeding girl fading in and out of consciousness.

"Raven?!" She asked, "Raven can you hear me?"

She was distracted by the sensation of liquid dripping down her face, using her hand to wipe away the feeling, staring at the black streak her blood had left.

She grasped the rifle instead, tearing down toward the bridge, the splash of the hydrazine making her run faster, hoping she didn't collapse from the virus. A boom rang through the forest, followed by several more.

She froze as recognition passed her face. War Drums.

They were coming.

She pulled the black and red containers out of the pack, setting them beside the tin can she and Raven had marked. Her insides began to burn as she slowly lifted the lid up. Her muscles ached in pain as she crawled forward, sitting herself up to place the glass container of hydrazine in the protective shell. Dizziness began to set in as she poured the gunpowder around the explosive, the bridge stretching and condensing in her sight.

"Y/N stop!" She heard Finn's voice call out from behind her as he lifted her up, pulling her backward as a shot rang out, scraping the bridge.

"Raven?" She asked, still coherent, despite the splitting headache. Finn shook his head, "Jasper."

The two watched in awe as a mushroom cloud rose above them, sending the ground shaking beneath them.

"Come on" Finn instructed, handing her over to Monty and Jasper while he carried Raven the way back. They ran as fast as they could, reaching camp in almost record time. Monty and Jasper let go of her arms as she stumbled back into camp, cheers erupting from everyone except Bellamy, who was staring at her with his constant worry. The world spun around her, until everything finally went black.

Bellamy caught her.

When she woke, it was with extra weight on her back. She pushed herself upward, surprised at how big the extra jacket was on her. She paused as she ran her hands up and down the soft material. She recognized this. She knew exactly who's jacket this was.

Her theory was only confirmed when Bellamy walked her way, his shoulders bare as the blue shirt he wore grew tight.

"Hey" He spoke softly, leaning down to offer her a cup of water. She drank it greedily, the soothing liquid sliding down her throat, extinguishing the burning inside her. "You scared me there for a second." He admitted, eyes never leaving her face, "I was worried you were gone."

She drew her eyes to his, taking in the dried blood remaining on his face from the fever. "And leave you alone to do whatever you want? Not a chance" She coughed up what remained in her lungs, the dark liquid splashing against the silver floor.

He pushed her backward, gathering up an old shirt to wipe the remains surrounding her mouth. "Take it easy, If it wasn't for Finn…"

She grasped his hand in reassurance, "Hey, I'm not going anywhere."

When he squeezed it back she knew she had made the right choice after all. Love was not weakness. Love was strength.

And down here strength was everything.

They refused to say anything more to each other, relishing in each other's company as Y/N leaned against his chest, her eyes transfixed on the sky above her, watching the stars twinkle and dim as relief flowed through both of them.

"You're not allowed to die, you hear me?" She asked, the question popping out of nowhere. Bellamy turned her gaze to face his, the callouses on his hand sending shivers down her spine.

"I don't plan to anytime soon."

***

She had left.

That was the only thought in Bellamy's head as the sun peeked over the mountain tops the next morning. He set Y/N's sleeping body gently on the floor before exiting the dropship, unaware of Murphy's stare at his back.

She had left.

He was in danger and she had left to do what needed to be done.

All he had ever thought of was her, all that circled through his brain was how to take care of her and Octavia, and she had left him to finish the mission.

Bellamy recalled the words she told him back in the cave.

Love is weakness.

She certainly lived by that. So he would too.

He shot one last glance at her sleeping figure before walking out of the dropship, his choice made.

Yikes. Like I said, this is the start of a huge angst trail for the next couple of installments. Don’t worry, it will be resolved by the end of the season, but things are starting to heat up!

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floraisann · 4 years ago

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hero interview ↠ park seonghwa

➣ ateez my hero academia au

➣ warnings: none really. there is talk about flame on skin because of hwa’s quirk so if that makes you uncomfortable i’d steer clear of this interview

➣ genre: i’ll just say slice of life. hwa’s just a normal top ranking hero course student trying to graduate man

➣ word count: 1,165

➣ author note: part two of the hero interviews for my bnha ateez au!! origin story will be linked here once it’s released. for now, feel free to read both hongjoong’s origin story and interview :)

➣ other interviews: hongjoong

➣ origin stories: hongjoong, [seonghwa]

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“to some, a dry summer’s unbearable heat may stand as a difficult obstacle to definite survival. but such is not the case for the one and only valiant hero, park seonghwa! now my viewers, do you think you can handle hearing the firsthand account of just what goes on in our lovely lumiere’s head?” seonghwa can’t help but sigh at the fiery look in san’s eyes as he points his cue card at him, waiting for his answer. “san, what did i say about introducing me like you’re filming a nature documentary on the candle from beauty and the beast? i am ready though, more or less— let’s just get this thing started.”

❅♩♬♩❅――

“First of all, who are you? Tell us your profile information.”

”Alright, well, I am Park Seonghwa, also called by my hero name, The Red-Hot Hero: Mars. I’ve been a student at U.A. High School’s Korean campus for all of the last three years. My birthday is April 3, so I’m one of the oldest students in 3-A, though Hongjoong is the representative. Then for the overall ranking for this year’s graduates, I came in sixth. I’m currently in my Hero-Work Study under the popular flame hero, Inferno, and my quirk is called ‘Candle’. I am also the eldest of the eight members of ATEEZ.”

“How did your quirk manifest?”

”I think I was nine when it happened? I was a late bloomer regarding my quirk development, but the story honestly is pretty boring. My family was out camping one summer, and while my brother and I were sitting by the fire making smores, my skewer was a little too close to the flame, so when a few embers crackled off the firewood at the bottom, a couple bounced onto my fingers and immediately erupted into flame. I don’t remember it all that well, since I had a sudden rush of adrenaline from thinking I was gonna burn to death, but my mom says the moment I came to my senses and realized it really wasn’t at all painful and that I’d probably developed a quirk, I cried.”

“Why do you want to be a hero?”

”Hmm, I’m not sure how I can answer this actually. If I had to put it into words, I think it’d be because I want to be seen as a reliable figure that people can’t help but want to lean on. I want people to feel that even though we can’t help the bad things that fall upon us, that there are heroes like me that they can call upon when times get tough.”

“Tell us about your quirk. What is it? What are the pros and cons of it?”

”I briefly mentioned it earlier, but the name of my quirk is ‘Candle’. It’s exactly as the name implies, and there are flammable fibers embedded in my skin and hair that I can make burst into flame at will. It’s very simple, but since everyone with the exception of flame and resistance quirks can burn, it’s extremely effective. And it isn’t just the fire part that makes me useful, since similarly to Mingi, I’ve also got the ability to emit soft light like a candle. I think the pros here would be that I can easily stand high temperatures without suffering burns, and I can control the heat of these flames. Early on in my first year, I learned to make completely heatless flames which isn’t very useful, but I like to think it’s a unique skill! As for the cons, well, my skin may be physically incapable of burning, but I can still overheat and fall into heat exhaustion. We also learned last year that it’s possible for my flames to explode if I reach a certain heat, so if the flame is still connected to my skin at that point, it’s possible for me to terribly injure myself.”

“Now tell us about your hero name. Is there any specific story behind it?”

”Honestly I don’t think that many of us graduates have super interesting stories for our hero names, and I’m no exception. I initially chose Mars as a first year because it had a nice ring and you could see the clear correlation to my name*. Over the years though, the name has gained a bit of meaning. When you think of Mars, you think of the scorching hot planet, or you think of the Roman god, right? I want people to think of the burning intensity of the planet along with the strong presence of the Roman god of war when they think of my name, so in the end it still ended up being a good fit, no? Also Mars is one of the planets you can easily see in the night sky without a telescope sometimes, so I want people to think of me as a hero you can always feel watching over you like that. I want to be someone reliable to the people.”

(*i think most atiny already know this, but in case you weren’t aware, if you flip the characters 성화, seonghwa’s name, you end up with 화성, the korean word for mars)

“Do you have any hero role models? If so, who and why?”

”Well I do look up to the hero Hongjoong is working with, Eden, and I’m pretty sure everyone in ATEEZ does. All eight of us have gotten to work with him at some point, and there’s just something very admirable about his efficiency. Besides Eden though, since it’d make for a boring set of interviews if everyone gives the same answer, I really, really admire one of U.A. Korea’s accelerated graduates, Hwall. I’m pretty sure since he was in class B, that other hero team “The Boyz” is very close with him. I ended up taking a particular interest in him not just because he had a fire quirk like me, but because he’s overall a very powerful fighter, yet he has an easily recognizable and incredibly unique style. I do find it odd sometimes when I suddenly remember I’m older than him, but even if he’s one of the youngest active heroes at the moment, I think Hwall deserves the entire nation’s respect for his intellect and tenacity.”

“What was your favorite memory at U.A.?”

”The other members all call me a freak for having enjoyed it, but I think my best memory here by far was the provisional hero license exam. Yeah, we were all immensely stressed and Mingi almost failed, but really enjoyed the rescue phase of the exam. I kept getting frustrated during the initial elimination phase because of how ATEEZ kept getting targeted since people could easily identify us and our quirks, so we really struggled, but then during the rescue phase, I was instantly reminded of why I was dealing with it; why I wanted to become a hero. Just having experienced that test helped push me closer to my goal of being the reliable Mars.”

“Closing thoughts”

“Well, it may not seem like it now, but for the longest time during my training, I wasn’t confident in my skills at all, but as I look back at the years I’ve spent here, it’s very clear that I’ve come a very long way— I’ve grown so, so, so much from even just this time last year too. I’m thankful to this school for giving me the training I need to help others. Once all the members of ATEEZ graduate, I hope we can grow into a reliable team Korea’s proud to call theirs. This has been The Red-Hot Hero: Mars. Thank you for having me today!”

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Save Me: Chapter 71 - Force To Be Reckoned With

~Hey guys! Chapter 71 is out now :) I hope you all enjoy and I love you all as always~

Negan attempts to infiltrate the whisperers and gain their trust while Alexandria suffer a blow when judgement is clouded.

One month later...

Negan's POV//

After I'd passed the skin suit test, the giant walked over to me and made me walk with him back to camp, still blindfolded.

'Honestly, fellas or ladies. Kinda hard to tell underneath the outfits. I wanna join, alright? I am a joiner. Get me a damn application already. I mean, look at you guys, right? Cool-ass outfits, the whole back-to-nature paleo vibe? You are a survivalist's wet dream' I said loudly.

'Not to mention the number-one selling point no more bein' eaten by the dead. But just out of curiosity, cause it's killin' me. What do you got goin' on down low? Are you flyin' around commando-style, or do you got, like, walker long johns with the la flap?' I said loudly until I felt a blade against my throat.

'Whoa. Cool your tits there, Jolly Green Giant' I said smirking.

'Noise. Constant noise. I should just slit your throat, be done with it' the big man whispered as he pressed the blade closer.

'Okay. You know what? You're right, big man. I am sorry. I never properly introduced myself. Hey, I'm Negan. For the last eight years, I have been locked up by your enemy. So you take me to your leader, and I will spill every goddamn secret I know' I said sternly as he took off my blindfold and stopped me talking by gagging me.

Many walkers now joined us and I have to say I was a little freaked out but I guess the walker blood from earlier disguised me.

I whispered to the big man, 'Clearly, we are not jivin'. And, you know, to be honest with you, I totally understand the position you're in. You gotta be, like, the tough guy and keep everybody in line. I mean, hell, you know, I had guys just like you to keep my shit tight. Alright, maybe not just like you. Uh, hell, if I had some monster your size, things would've turned out different. Look, whether you like me or not, I will be joinin' this team, so maybe we should find a way to get along, you know, and stop pissin' on each other's boots'.

He turned to me and whispered, 'You will never be one of us. You're too loud, too weak, too full of ego'.

I scoffed and said 'I mean, it ain't ego if I really am that awesome'.

'You are a waste, and Alpha will see it' he whispered angrily.

'So cards on the table, then? Cool. I dig that. See, I'm not here for you. I am here for Alpha. So you go ahead, and you throw your little tests at me and you scowl and throw me on the ground like a five-and-dime Frankenstein. I don't give a shit. See, big man, I ain't goin' anywhere' I said smiling.

He looked at me and knifed one of his own whisperers and said 'finally, something we can both agree on. You won't be going anywhere'.

The whisperer dropped to the ground, calling all the walkers around us as the big man moved through them freely.

I looked around and saw them heading for me as I whipped out a penknife and stabbed one in the head as the blade broke off.

'Wait a minute. Did you just make a Goddamn joke? I would be impressed if I wasn't so pissed off right now' I whispered as the walkers started to overcrowd me.

I saw a log on the ground and swung it over my shoulder, smashing in their heads as I moved through.

I wasn't gonna go out by the hands of that guy or these dead motherfuckers.

I found my way back to camp and saw whisperers part for me as I walked through, marching right up to Alpha.

'I'm ready for my Goddamn skin suit. You best bring that extra-long tape measure on account of my humongous balls' I shouted.

I stood in front of her, covered in walker guts and a log over my shoulder as I said softly 'Hi. I'm Negan. We haven't formally met, but I sure as hell know who you are. And whether my reputation precedes me or not I'm all in. Whatever you want, whatever I got, it's yours'.

I knelt down in front of her in faux allegiance as she bowed down to inspect me, pulling a finger to her lips she whispered 'shh' as I smiled.

Molly's POV//

Michonne couldn't keep me from this now.

I could tell the war was getting serious because Luke and Cindy had brought their people down to Alexandria, so all our communities had a united front to fight the whisperers.

She knew that this was as much my war as hers.

We had both lost so much because of that evil woman and I wanted to kill her with my bare hands, so did Michonne, so did Carol.

I radioed Michonne for her to come talk to me and let me and Lydia out which she did eventually with much persuasion.

I told her that if someone had killed Rick, I wouldn't stop her from doing what she needed to do and that the only way I could have peace about Tara is if I killed the person responsible for her death.

That's what Negan was already doing and I needed to join him in this fight.

But, there was one more thing I needed from her that only she could give me...

I wanted Lucille.

'Where's the damn bat Michonne?' I asked sternly as she dismissed the guards and unlocked our door.

'It's gone' she said nonchalantly but I didn't believe her for a single second.

'You wouldn't have gotten rid of it, I know you so where is it?' I asked as I made her look at me.

She sighed and asked me 'why do you want it?'.

'Because, I'm gonna bash that woman's head in with it and watch her as she realises that she lost and I won' I said softly.

'Why do you need that bat, why not another weapon?' she asked more sternly this time.

'Because I wanna use it for good this time, show you that Negan's on our side now. Lucille isn't for him, it's for me, for everyone we've lost because of it and for everyone we've lost because of that woman' I said seriously as Michonne just listened.

'Why don't you use her name?' she asked confusedly.

'She doesn't deserve it, she's no Alpha, just a pretender' I answered.

'Now stop stalling, tell me where it is or I swear Michonne, I will never stop looking until I find it' I threatened.

She hesitated before she said, 'it's in my basement, under the trap door'.

I nodded and said 'thank you' as I turned to Lydia and told her to catch up on her training with Aaron while I went to find it.

Once I got into her house, I ran down to the basement, lifted up the hatch and saw it.

It was Lucille, the barbed wire, the bullet imbedded in the wood from Rosita.

I hadn't seen it since Negan had his throat slashed by Rick all those years ago.

I hesitantly reached down and picked it up, tossing it between my hands as I admired it.

I had mixed feelings that was for sure, Negan had killed Glenn and Abraham with this bat and countless others, but he wasn't that person anymore and neither was I.

But I felt strangely comfortable knowing that Negan would be in some way with me when I kill that woman.

People gasped and stared as I walked through the compound.

Their eyes flicking between my own and Lucille as I swung her around in my hand.

Once I got to the front gates, I saw that Michonne only stood there with a few others.

Where was everyone else?

'What's going on?' I said as I touched the bat on the pavement.

'A group has already gone out, you can go with the next' she said nonchalantly as she walked past me.

'What the fuck?! Giving me the bat was a damn ploy wasn't it! You just wanted me gone so that I couldn't go with the others! Fuck Michonne!' I screamed as my grip on the bat tightened.

'I know what you want okay, you wanna go out there and you don't care if you get yourself killed! You. Are. Pregnant! I lost a child alright, his name was Andre and he didn't make it and if you go out there, you will die! I know you want to kill her but please, just wait' she yelled back.

I dropped the bat on the pavement and just walked away silently until I turned around and said 'each second that passes, is another missed opportunity to kill her. I just want her dead Michonne, you know that I can do it. But, I get it, I don't want anything happening to this baby trust me, it's just hard staying here doing nothing when I could be doing something!'.

She looked at me sadly as she said 'I know, but sometimes the hardest thing is doing nothing at all. You will get your vengeance, I promise you that'.

A few hours had passed and Lydia and I were playing board games while we talked about the baby.

She was so excited and so was I, but I couldn't help but panic over where Negan was.

My walkie talkie was resting on the coffee table when it sounded, 'Molly, come in, it's important, over'.

I picked it up hastily and heard Michonne's voice on the other line.

I listened in silence as she told us what had happened.

My heart sank as I dropped the walkie talkie out of my hands uncontrollably and lowered myself with Lydia's help down onto the sofa.

'Oh my god' she said sadly as we held each other.

'I could've been there' I cried as I stroked her hair.

Apparently, while the group was out there, Carol spotted the woman and ran after her.

It was a trap, obviously Daryl and the others ran after her and they were lured into a cave.

The entrance soon filled with walkers until they were completely surrounded by a hoard, Jerry got bit on the chest as everyone tried to escape.

Most made it out alive, except for Jerry who later died and turned in the cave.

Magna and Connie were putting him down when the cave collapsed in on itself, sealing them inside.

Daryl tried to shift the rocks and scrambled for hours, digging to find Connie but he found nothing.

Michonne said that Ezekiel, Yumiko and Daryl are broken and are blaming Carol for this, though Daryl never admitted that out loud.

The group returned later that day, no one talked, just silently walked back through the gates.

'Just tell me I deserve it' Carol said crying to Daryl as Lydia and I stood there.

Daryl cried and just scowled at her as he pushed past.

A part of me blamed Carol, but the hardest part was knowing that if I'd have been there, I would have done the exact same thing.

I walked over to her and hugged her as she sobbed in my arms.

'I'm so sorry for everything' she cried as I just said 'shhh, I know'.

#twd #the walking dead #mollychambler #saveme #lydia twd #negan #negans thirst squad #michonne #donnie twd #negan x original female character

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