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carnivorousyandeere · 9 months ago

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SFW Alphabet: Penny

CW: boundary-pushing, nonconsensual cuddling and kissing, invasions of privacy, drugging, manipulation, gaslighting, murder, poisoning, bullying, reader death, mistreatment of a corpse?

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

(Same as letter A: Affection in the yandere alphabet): Penny’s very affectionate, and expresses a lot of affection through physical contact. Kisses and hugs, of course, but also simpler gestures like having her hand on your arm when the two of you sit next to each other. She’s also pretty verbal about it, constantly cooing about the aspects of your personality and appearance she finds so endearing. She can be pretty intense and overwhelming about it, but tries to back off and be less intimidating with it if you’re shy/early in a relationship with her.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

(Same as letter L: Love Letter in the yandere alphabet): She’s rather bold, so I can see her just approaching her Darling and offering to hang out sometime with no shyness or apprehension. If her Darling is her neighbor, she loves fostering a positive connection through making food for you, helping each other out with lawn work and stuff, etc. If her Darling is one of Wisteria’s college friends (or even Wisteria’s Darling), she still brings them food but there’s more of a power dynamic to it since she’s fuckin’ rich and kinda inserting herself as their Sugar Momma (so to speak, with lots of literal sugary treats) and they’re… probably not exactly rolling in money as a college student, y’know? Also posits herself as a safe place to go if you need somewhere to spend the night. Really, regardless of the situation, she’s still going to try and spoil her friends a little. Still very physically affectionate (“Yeah, friends kiss and cuddle all the time… wdym it makes you uncomfortable?). From there she pushes the boundaries into romantic territory.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Penny loves cuddling, especially cuddling while laying down. She wants her arms and legs tangled with yours, her head buried in your chest while you talk or simply sleep. If she has to sedate you to cuddle you, she will.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down with you and growing old together is what Penny wants the most! She loves cooking and cleaning, especially getting to make fun recipes like jalapeño poppers and cupcakes. She really adores baking and cake decorating as well. Penny’s great at cleaning, though you probably shouldn’t let her clean your place (which she’ll offer to do as a “favor”), because there’s a good chance she’ll use the opportunity to look through all your stuff to see what secrets you might be hiding, and maybe even place a few bugs… She’s not the best with tech, so they probably wouldn’t even work, but still! It’s the thought that counts, right…?

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Penny’s not letting you break up with her; she’s just gonna drug and kidnap you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She wants to get married as soon as possible. After you’ve been dating for a few months, if you don’t seem ready to propose, she starts getting passive-aggressive and pointing out rings she likes, ads for honeymoons, etc. She’s not patient, but she also wants you to be the one to propose rather than the other way around.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Penny can be a little brash and overbearing at times, although she tries not to be. Sometimes the excitement and cute-aggression just overwhelms her and she has to give you a big ol hug and kisses, before she composes herself again. She can also be pretty insensitive with sharing her opinions on things, like your clothes, or your extremely dismal taste in partners (if you’re trying to date anyone but her, that is).

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Penny absolutely adores hugs, and she’ll give them to you all the time whether you want them or not. Her hugs are warm and tight. No matter how big or tall you may be, Penny usually makes a little swaying motion back-and-forth as if she’s hugging a plush to her chest and swinging it with excitement, if that makes sense? If you’re much smaller than she is, she might even be able to pick you up and move you just like that even though she’s not super strong lol.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It really depends on your relationship. Penny wants to avoid being vulnerable by saying it early on, so she waits and gauges your reactions to smaller signals of affection before “accidentally,” letting an “I love you,” out. Unless you make her really, really jealous and she says it during an argument over whoever it is she’s so jealous of.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

(Same as letter J: Jealousy in the yandere alphabet): Penny is naturally very jealous and territorial. Even if you’re starting as “just friends,” she pouts at seeing you with any of your other friends, and starts doing what she can to drive them away without raising any alarm bells on your side. She’d be the kind of girlfriend to take your phone while you’re in the shower and start blocking people she thinks are getting too close to you, if she thinks she can get away with it without you noticing. If she doesn’t think she could get away with it she’ll probably beg and plead for you to block or unfollow them yourself. Penny wants to stay by your side as much as possible. If you insist on going out to work, she’ll spray your clothes with her perfume or leave lipstick on the collars of your shirts to try and mark her territory. If she gets jealous enough, poisons are her go-to. She’d love for that to be her first line of action, but she has enough awareness to be afraid of getting caught and arrested.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Penny likes kissing you all over your face in her bouts of cute-aggression towards you. Her kisses are usually quick, firm pecks, though kisses on the lips can drag out longer, as she gently slots her lips against yours and simply enjoys the warmth between you. Most of Penny’s kisses include both of her hands cupping your cheeks/squeezing your face to hold or pull you in. She likes being kissed on the neck and shoulders– she’s a little ticklish, and the soft feeling of your lips makes her giggle and feel all warm and happy, domestic.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Penny’s good with kids in general (good at playing pretend with them, reading stories to them. Little kids also think her pink hair and colorful clothes are cool), although she might not be the best mom for children of her own (overbearing, sets expectations too high, impatient with them). That doesn’t stop her from wanting kids with you, though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

There’s a few different ways it could go, depending on your relationship with her. She typically doesn’t want to be seen the way she really is when she wakes up– disheveled, groggy. She wants to keep the illusion of being a morning person and avoid you seeing her without makeup (insecure), so she’ll do her best to wake up before you and put on her makeup. From there, she might make you breakfast, or she might crawl back in bed to pretend to wake up next to you when you do. If she’s more comfortable with you, you might get to see the genuine way she wakes up, all groggy and still-sleepy, and then make breakfast with her.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Penny’s ideal nights with you are spent cuddling on the couch, watching classic horror movies, or reading together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She isn’t the most open, as she feels the need to obfuscate her murderous instincts by playing them off as a joke or just sweeping them under the rug entirely. She also hides a whole room in her house, and her interest in deadly plants and poisons. Penny also hides her insecurities (but don’t many of us?). She can be open and honest, enthusiastic, about horror movies, cooking, gardening, and other casual things. There are some things that she’s “open and honest about” that she genuinely believes, but aren’t true (like that she and her little sister Wisteria had a good relationship growing up founded on mutual teasing, when the truth is that she pretty much bullied Wisteria when they were little).

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Penny’s impatient at the best of times. It only gets worse if she feels the need to kidnap you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She has conveniently selected memories about who you are and what you want. Everything that aligns with her wishes for your relationship is cemented in her mind, gilded even. Anything that doesn’t align with her fantasy ideals for the two of you is forgotten or blatantly ignored.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your wedding~! Or if it hasn’t happened yet, it’s something she’s looking forward to immensely.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Penny’s territorial and protective in her own way, even though she doesn’t have the physical strength to fight most opponents she might come across. But, if other people are trying to put you down and be rude to you, she’s lightning-quick to stand up for you and give them a piece of her mind. She would feel very satisfied and smug if you protected her in any way, whether social or physical, and might play up her reactions just to get you to do it more.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Penny puts a good deal of effort into everyday tasks like cooking and cleaning. She tends to like casual dates, but for anniversaries or other special occasions she’ll put a lot of effort into making it special and setting the mood with decorations. Penny’s not the best at gift-giving because she’s more likely to give you things she wants you to have rather than things you’d actually want, if that makes sense.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Penny’s a malicious gossip and a bit of a bully, shameful for any age but especially for a grown adult.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I wouldn’t call Penny’s feelings about her appearance vain– she’s more insecure than she comes across. The time and money she spends on her makeup says it all, I think; she doesn’t feel comfortable without it, even worrying about what her dear Darling might think if they saw her without it. She does have fun with dying her hair, and picking out clothes though!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

(Same as letter Q: Quit in the yandere alphabet): In the unlikely event you died in her care, Penny would mummify and keep your body. She would feel as though her heart and soul have been ripped open and eviscerated, but she can’t accept those feelings. She might continue to play house with your corpse, having breakdowns in moments of lucidity. If you escape, she becomes obsessed with finding you and bringing you back. Penny doesn’t have the closest ties with the Bardots, but if needed, she can persuade them to help hunt you down and bring you back.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She listens to those true-crime podcasts where the hosts are like... jarringly cheerful/cutesy

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She doesn’t like it when her Darling doesn’t pick up after themself. She’s very particular about how she likes things to be cleaned, so she doesn’t really let you help with cleaning, but she at least expects you to throw away your own trash. She doesn’t want to pick up after you to that extent!

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Penny drools in her sleep, and tosses and turns quite a bit. She also tends to sleep in her makeup even though it can get on the pillows and isn’t good for her skin.

#this turned out so much worse than I thought it would #in terms of like… how evil Penny can be #oc Penny #sfw alphabet #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

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dragonofeternal · 1 year ago

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Zooming in on those tags. Tell Me

I want you to know I literally cackled aloud in delight when I saw this message.

Okay. So.

~*~Legato Quadrant Shipping~*~

Legato ♥ Knives Not so much in an ooooh I think their love is so totally canon uguu~ way (I think your post about the insurmountable wall of mutually insane bullshit between them is a really great breakdown of all the stuff they have both for and against them) but in a way where like...

Legato is devoted to Knives utterly and completely. This devotion is of a sort that it consumes his bodily autonomy and turns him into someone who makes himself a weapon purely to advance Knives's goals. He is pitiably obsessed. This obsession doesn't need to be reciprocated either; he is content to be of use, to be acknowledged for that alone.

He ALSO (although he would never, ever admit it to an outside party) can see the edges where Knives is weak. He held him with his threads when they first met; he senses the shift in the air when Vash and Knives clash on the arc the first time and knows that if he doesn't intervene, Vash will absorb Knives. Knives lets him live despite knowing and seeing these parts of him, and Knives relies on him, even if he won't articulate that's what he's doing.

Legato ♦ / ♠ Elendira Much ado has been made over the years about ships with red/black flips, but I'm here to tell it to you straight and say that the REAL shit is a good pale/black flip. The way that mutual respect and mutual annoyance are inexorably linked!!! They way that only someone who hates you soooooo bad can know your weak points in a way that would allow them to cover for them!!!!!

It's pretty clear that Elendira doesn't like Legato- she takes clear annoyance that Legato is the only Gung Ho Gun without a number, she """jokes""" about killing him for being useless in front of Zazie, she drags him back from the Dragon's Nest riddled with her nails. While Legato's own feelings on her seem to not be quite as aggressively negative, he does still act petulant and dismissive around her when she tries to antagonize him.

And yet... it's not all just hate. While Knives is the one who sends Elendira to rescue Legato from the Dragon's Nest, Elendira herself tries to intercede and stop Legato from interfering in the fight between Knives and Vash because she feels he'll be outclassed and smashed like a bug. She's clearly impressed and grateful when Legato saves them from Zazie's treachery, AND when the poison takes effect on her, one of her first thoughts is to wonder if Legato is already dead... enough so that she drags herself to where he should have been. When Elendira dies, Legato senses it and takes a moment of pause in his fight with Vash before promising he'll join her soon.

I'm always grrr about things that try to simplify moirallegience into just "TEE HEE BESTIES" -- I don't think a moirail/kismesis flip relationship between Elendira and Legato would be the sort where they're braiding each other's hair one day and stabbing each other the next, but I think there's a lot you could dig into with their relationship as one of mutually respect for each others' power, mutual annoyance that Knives gives the other the time of day, and an irrepressible need to make sure that the other gives their ALL in everything they do.

...And now.

Allow me to show you my final big brained quadrant thought:

Legato ♣ Wolfwood ♣ Vash GETS UP ON A CHAIR WITH A MEGAPHONE: KNIVES APPOINTED WOLFWOOD TO AUSPISTICE BETWEEN LEGATO AND VASH!!!!!!!

Cuz like. For all that Legato is sometimes in spades for Elendira THERE AIN'T NO INTENTIONS MORE PITCH THAN THE ONES LEGATO HOLDS FOR VASH THE STAMPEDE. Vash nearly killed Knives. Vash's pacifism irritates every viewpoint on how Legato sees the world. Legato wants to fucking destroy Vash until not a single speck of him remains.

And that's a problem for Knives because like. Mmm, holds back a yawn, you know he's kiiiind of fond of Legato cuz he's useful, so he can't have anything happen to Legato. And as for Vash, well, no one's allowed to lay a finger on Vash but Knives (because he wants him in every quadrant like a desperate fool what) and if he lets Legato's dysfunctionally aggressive blackrom play out it's gonna end with one or both of them dead.

INSERT NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD, PROFESSIONAL KILLER BABYSITTER AUSPISTICE. The Punisher's good at doing stuff, right? So he can follow along and make sure things don't get too unbalanced between Vash and Legato! Problem solved.

Except that Wolfwood is painfully outclassed by these two freaks of nature, an issue made more complicated by the fact that Vash never saw a problem he couldn't try to pale/ash flirt his way through before vanishing into the night but wait maybe he wants more than just helping Wolfwood and vanishing into the sunset??? Also Vash isn't stupid and can tell somethings up??? And so whatever tangled mess is going on with vashwood is there mucking up this perfectly good auspisticeship while Legato makes CRAAAAAAZY faces in the bg.

(And then Wolfwood dies and Legato is free to pursue his blackrom with Vash to the beautiful conclusion of finding meaning and joy through testing his strength against Vash before finally fulfilling the dysfunctional end we all knew was coming the end.)

ANd uh yeah that's my Legato quadrant thoughts.

#trigun #legato bluesummers #doemeta #trigun meta #long post #meta #homestuck #quadrant shipping #I just love quadrants okay they're such a fun way to break down character dynamics #elendira the crimsonnail #nicholas d wolfwood #millions knives #vash the stampede

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hardlyinteresting · 3 years ago

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Trailmix

Frankie Morales x GN!reader

For @writer-wednesday even though it's now Thursday. (shhh, I won't tell if you don't!) Frankie's weekly hike leads to finding an unexpected friend Warnings: I don't think there are any, but let me know if you want me to add something. Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

It had started as a fun thing to do with his daughter on visitation weekends. Little grabby hands in his hair while she sat on his shoulders rambling about her kindergarten classmates, and almost every leaf, bug, and the woodland creature she could see. Hiking was simply a good way to get outside, to teach her some of the things his dad had taught him, poison ivy-- leaves of three let it be, and all that good stuff. It was well worth the bruises from her tiny kicking feet on his chest, to see his kid learning to see and love the world around her.

After that first hike, it had become his favourite pass time, something for them to do together, and on the weeks he didn’t have her, it became an excellent way to clear his mind, and he won’t complain about it being decent exercise. Hikes became occasional camping trips, and new backpacks and tents were purchased; a welcomed change of pace for his survival skill set.

She isn’t with him today as he makes his day trip along the trail, trekking up the hills towards the lookout point, stopping occasionally to take photos of flowers, butterflies, and snails (his daughter’s new favourite creature) to show her when he sees her next. The buzz of the cicadas in the trees seems louder than usual without any joyful babbling to keep his mind occupied. It’s not all bad having tome to himself, but there’s a loneliness that lingers, he has yet to learn to be good company to himself. The fear of where his mind might wander to much darker times scares him away from venturing into that inner world. Avoidant, his therapist says. He won’t deny it.

It doesn’t take him long to get to the top of the biggest hill looking out at the little valley below. He snaps a quick photo before shifting his backpack off his back to grab some water. He’s not sure how long he spends crouched in the grass under the shade of a tree, sipping from his bottle and snacking on trail mix, but it’s long enough for him to settle into his surroundings relaxing his shoulders and levelling his breathing. And then it hits him. A gigantic wet kiss across his face and then another, and there's a set of paws pressing into his chest and his collarbone. More smooches. He struggles to keep his eyes open, between avoiding slobber and holding back laughter as he tries to settle the big chocolate lab down. Satisfied with the amount of love he’s managed to give Frankie the overgrown puppy plops down on his rump, tail still wagging wildly, tongue out and panting with glee. “Who do you belong to, hmm?” Frankie wonders aloud, trying to get a look a the dog's collar. The dog surges forward to offer more kisses, which Frankie politely declines, gently guiding the dog to lay next to him, head settled in his lap. “Chewy,” Frankie reads the tag, flipping it over he finds a phone number. He takes a picture of Chewy, his new friend, saving it to the camera roll before sending it off with a text; I think this is your dog. It’s not long before his phone dings with the response Omg thank you thank you thank you!!! Where are you? Frankie replies that he’s at the lookout point and happy to hang out with Chewy for a while. Chewy is a good dog, loving, and calm. His head doesn’t move from Frankie’s lap as he starts to dose off and Frankie can’t help but feel himself growing sleepy, a tranquillity he hasn’t felt in a very long time falling over him as he pets the dog. “Chewy!” a voice interrupts the pair's power nap. Chewy’s head pops up at his name, he stands up tail wagging, tongue ready to leave goober kisses once again as his owner approaches. “You scared me half to death!” you speak crouching down to be affectionately tackled by puppy lover “A friendly guy,” Frankie laughs. “Thank you so much for watching him. He never wanders off-- I don’t know why he did today--he was there, and then--” “It’s no problem really,” Frankie interrupts your panicked rambling, “I was glad to have some company”. “Good nap?” you smile, “Chewy loves a good nap” you laugh scratching under chewy’s chin. “So, Chewy? Like Star Wars? Chewbacca?” His question is met with a shy nod, “Yeah. And he really likes chewing on things. Especially, old plastic bottles”. “He’s a good dog,” Frankie says. “He is. A very good friend, a good hiking partner,” you grin as Chewy wanders back to Frankie for more petting, “Do you come here often?” The accidental pick up line has the tips of his ears turning pink, “Yeah. weekends mostly”. “You have a little girl right? I think I’ve seen you guys around”. Frankie nods, not able to hide his proud smile at the mention of his daughter, “Yeah, she’s with her mom this weekend. It’s just me today”. “Well, you have my number now. If you ever want some company, I’m sure Chewy would be happy to join you,” you laugh as Chewy tries to get his nose into Frankie’s bag of trail mix. “And you? Would you like to hike sometime?” his heart pounds as he asks it. “Any time”.

#writer wednesday #writer-wednesday #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #triple frontier #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character x reader

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imfluentinfangirlandgay · 2 years ago

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Elevated Railways - Ch 11

Ingo has been in Hisui for two years when two children fall from the sky - with wings like his. Did they come from the same place he did?

CW: mentions of eating disorders

Word Count: ~2400

Ingo had retrieved a couple more blankets from the Pearl Camp as he was showing Emmet around the Icelands. He laid them out in his tent now, listening to Emmet ramble in short sentences about his preferences in take-out for dinner. Ingo pulled out a deep pot, setting it on the fire outside and lighting it so that he could make something to eat. He pulled out some meat, vegetables, and some spices and began to cut them up, tossing them into the stew. Emmet sat next to him, chatting about home. He watched Ingo work with a practiced hand.

The sun dipped below the horizon. The fire was their only light, so Ingo tossed out Magnezone, which lit the area with its electricity. “I wish our Pokemon had come through the portal with me,” Emmet lamented. “I am verrry excited for you to see them again. They miss you.”

“What are they like? Our Pokemon. I remember having a partner, vaguely. It was able to wield flames, but they were not orange. They were purple. I have not encountered a Pokemon like that in Hisui.” Ingo stoked the fire, getting the water to boil. He stirred the stew with a spoon.

“That would be your ace, Chandelure. She is a fire/ghost type and she loves following you around. She is verrry gentle. She was your second Pokemon you found.”

“What was the first?”

“We both acquired Klink for our birthday. They are now fully evolved Klinklang. Yours is more mischievous than mine is and always tries to purposefully block doorways for a laugh. They get along well.”

“What others are there?”

“On your team specifically, there is Garbodor, Excadrill, and Crustle. We share Haxorus, she was a present from our Uncle Drayden when we began our first Pokemon journey. He raises dragon-types and gave us an egg. Garbodor was your fourth Pokemon. You found her digging in the trash behind our house. She is a big sweetheart. I call her your trash baby. Excadrill you found as a Drilbur when we were in Chargestone Cave. He is verrry responsible and keeps the others in line. Crustle was your last one. You caught it when we became Depot Agents. He likes to sleep.”

“What about your Pokemon?” The stew was cooking now, steam wafting off of it.

“My team is my ace, Eelektross, Archeops, Galvantula, and Durant. Eelektross was my second as well, I caught it as a Tynamo the same day you got your Litwick. It is verrry cuddly. Archeops I found as a fossil in Chargestone Cave when we were young. I tripped over the rock and broke my lip open. We went and revived him the next week. Galvantula, I bred myself. I was searching for a Joltik with an Adamant nature that could learn Cross-Poison. She is rather spoiled. Durant, I found on our Pokemon journey. It is more independent but likes to take care of the Joltik.”

“Joltik?”

“Electric/bug types. I still breed Joltik, mostly to give to younger trainers. If I deem a young challenger worthy, I will offer up one of my babies. We always have a few in the apartment and on the Subway. I love them verrry much. They are adorable.” Emmet smiled softly. Ingo nodded as he tapped the spoon against the side of the pot before he took out a spoonful and tasted it. It was a little bland. He added some more ground pecha and leppa to it.

“I believe it may be ready to be consumed. Be warned, it is not great. In my time in Hisui, cooking was not one of the skills I excelled at.”

“You were not a great cook in Unova either. I usually cooked.” Emmet scooted closer to the pot as Ingo pulled out two hand-carved bowls, spooning a bit of the concoction into them.

“I hope it is not too bland for your liking, Emmet. I do not recall which flavors you prefer, and was afraid to add spice.”

Emmet spooned some into his mouth. “I love spicy food. You prefer sweet foods.” He continued to eat. “This is not bad. It is not the best meal ever, but it is more edible than things you made back home.”

Ingo huffed in amusement as he took up his own bowl. “It seems I have learned something about cooking, then, in my time here.”

They fell silent as they ate, enjoying the cooling night air and the warm soup in their bellies.

Footsteps approached. Ingo called out, “Rei, Akari, care to join us for some food? It is not like the mochi at the Wallflower, but it is sustenance.”

“Yes please!” Akari bounded out of the woods, her cheek splotched with mud and her hair containing a stick from a tree. Ingo knitted his brows at her.

“Miss Akari, what did you get into?”

“We were in the Mirelands. Alpha Tangrowth. You know how it is,” Rei filled in as the two children sat down and eagerly took some bowls, filling them with the stew.

“It may be a bit bland. I apologize.”

“I’m sure it’s okay, Uncle Ingo!” Akari took a spoonful. “Yeah, it’s not that bad. The vegetables are all a decent texture and the meat seems cooked enough.” Rei nodded as well, his mouth full.

“Why, thank you. It seems my cooking skills have improved in Hisui.” Ingo polished off his bowl, setting it down and sighing to himself as he stretched. Emmet was not far behind him.

“What did you do all day?” Rei asked the adults.

“I took Emmet on a tour of the Highlands and he told me about our homeland. We have an uncle! And we live in a city with trains.” His voice grew softer and filled with longing. “He described trains to me again. Oh, how I wish to see one.”

“Soon, you can! We just have to get about twenty more entries, and Volo said he’d help.”

“What did you do today?” Emmet asked them.

“We went to Cogita’s house first and met up with Volo there. He took us different places around Hisui to try to get us to find these weird rocks.” Rei held one up.

“Plates,” Akari corrected.

“Whatever. Anyway, we found a few of them. He says we just need a couple more? He seems really excited about it, so we said we’d finish helping him in the morning.”

Ingo nodded. He still did not like the merchant, but he did have to admit, he seemed to get along well with the twins. They were also old enough that they could handle themselves, for the most part. “Inform me if you two need anything. Please drive safely out there tomorrow.”

“We will!” they chorused. They set down their bowls.

“Now,” Ingo said as he stood. “How about you two take yourselves and the dishes to the lake to clean up and Emmet and I can set up the preening oil before bed. We must ensure all feathers are properly cared for nightly!”

Akari groaned. Rei stood and gathered their bowls. “Come on, it won’t take that long.” He prodded her with his boot and smirked. “Besides, you stink anyway.”

“Not as bad as you! At least I use something other than rainwater to bathe!” Rei rubbed some mud from his boot onto her arm and ran off, forcing her to give chase. “YOU COME BACK HERE!” she screamed as they scrambled off. Ingo pulled Emmet up, making sure to put out the fire as they entered the tent. Ingo motioned for Emmet to sit as he pulled out his oil and lit the lamps inside his room, illuminating the area. He removed his cap and coat, allowing his wings out yet again. They fluttered to life. He bent over and rummaged through his trunk for some extra clothing for Emmet to wear, as he was still wearing his stiff shirt and tie. He found an extra Pearl Clan tunic.

“Here, Emmet. This will likely be more comfortable than that shirt.” He handed his brother the cloth, along with a fresh set of soft pants. “These are built for rugged terrain, and they conserve heat. I have already cut slits in the back for your wings.” Emmet shrugged off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie. Ingo busied himself with other things and pulled out a carving, about to ask Emmet about it-

He stared. Every single one of Emmet’s ribs was on full display. Ingo could have counted them. His flesh clung to his skeleton like a form-fitting suit. Emmet did not notice him looking as he shrugged the Pearl Clan tunic on, adjusting it like Ingo had it. He stood and changed pants. His legs were incredibly thin, his skin extremely pale. He looked at Ingo to check and ensure that he had it right when he noticed Ingo staring at him. “Ingo? What is the matter?” He cocked his head, his grin now confused and concerned.

“Emmet.” Ingo closed the difference between them, hugging Emmet around the shoulders. “You are so thin. What happened to you?”

Emmet was quiet in Ingo’s hold.Ingo pulled away, keeping his hands on Emmet’s shoulders. His mouth was still smiling, but his eyes seemed… panicked?

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. I will be by your side,” Ingo encouraged.

Emmet looked away. “Ever since you disappeared, I have lost my desire for fuel. It seemed pointless. So I did not refuel.”

Ingo considered this. It was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke, his voice strong and soft, “I will make you refuel properly again. No more skipping out on pit stops while I’m around, I will ensure it.”

“Ingo-”

“You do not get to argue this one. You will eat regular portions at regular intervals. I will see to it that you are healthy again.” He met Emmet’s eyes. Emmet shut his mouth with a clack, opting to merely nod at Ingo. He smiled softly. Ingo squeezed his shoulders.

“Since when could your eyes glow in the dark?”

“Since I came to Hisui. They came with the wings.” Ingo cocked his head. Open yours wider, I wish to see if yours do, too.” Ingo put a fabric over the lamp and watched Emmet’s eyes. They did, in fact, glow. “Yours do, too. I wonder what caused it.” Emmet shrugged. Ingo took the cloth down and sat right as the children ran in. Akari’s hair was wet. She held two of the bowls and Rei held the two others as she still continued to flick water off her fingers at him.

“Rotten brother! He pushed me in! Now I’m all wet!” She grumbled as she took off her shoes and scarf and handkerchief by the door. Her main outfit did not seem too wet, thankfully, Ingo noted, until she turned around. Her entire back was soaked. Rei continued giggling as he innocently set his bowls by Ingo’s trunk and sat down. Akari thudded to the ground closer to Ingo, scowling. Her wings were dripping, now that he noticed it. They shuddered as she sat. She was cold.

“I believe I may have a change of clothes if you would like to leave these out to dry overnight. I would like to dry your wings, as well. Does that sound alright to you?” Akari nodded, still pouting. Ingo pulled out yet another tunic for her. “I have several of these, do not worry about dirtying it. Me and Emmet can leave the tent if you-”

“It’s ok, just turn around. I won’t be long.” Akari stood and walked behind them, where they could not see her. Ingo heard the rustle of fabric as she changed. Within a minute she was back over by them. “I laid them out on the floor, wet side up. They should be dry by morning. Thanks, Uncle Ingo.”

“Of course, I would hate to see a passenger catch a cold by staying in wet clothes all night. Now, I believe it would be prudent to preen. Akari, would you like me to do yours tonight? They are wet.”

“And you didn’t push me into the lake,” Akari scoffed. “I can do Rei’s.”

“Emmet, do you feel comfortable doing mine yet?” Ingo asked.

“I can try. Tell me if you feel something wrong.”

“Of course.”

They sat in a line, each preening someone else. Ingo gave tips to Emmet when he could tell something was wrong or placed incorrectly. He also kept tabs on Akari’s feathers, being sure to get off any water he could. He kept an extra cloth around to suck up any moisture. Akari had her tongue poking out of her mouth as she did Rei’s wings. Ei preened the underside of his wings, making sure to get as close to his back as he could, as Ingo had taught him. They chatted about their days, Pokemon they had seen, and funny happenings that day. Between the methodic moving of Emmet’s hands on his wings and his own on Akari’s, Ingo was beginning to feel drowsy. His eyes drooped. However, he finished her wings and then moved onto the underside of his own. Once Akari had finished with Rei, Rei offered to do Emmet, who agreed wholeheartedly. Rei readjusted to sit behind Emmet and worked his way through his newer feathers. Ingo made sure to preen his sideburns as well. It was important to check over the health of all his feathers! Emmet copied him, if a bit slower. That was alright. He was still learning, after all!

He found himself beginning to doze off sitting up. He was awoken by a tap on the shoulder. “Ingo. Iiiiingo. Go to sleep.” Ingo opened his bleary eyes and saw Emmet. He just nodded. The kids made their way to the nest first, tossing out their warmer, softer Pokemon to cuddle with as Gliscor emerged, settling on Ingo’s spine again in its favorite spot as he flopped down on his stomach, stretching out his wings to cover the others with him. Akari laid next to him tonight, Emmet on his other side as he drifted off, comfortable and warm.

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hahagiggles3 · 3 years ago

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I’m bored so heres what i think the ideal pets/animals are for death note characters

i think logically he’d get a cat or a big dog like a bernese mountain breed because theyre calm and fluffy

but his favorite animal would probably be the mantis shrimp

they're colourful shrimp but theyre big and predatory and theyre so weirdly cool

he’d love them because of their interesting habits and builds, as well as the way they catch their food

Light

he couldnt care less about having a pet, so he’d get some cool fish that sayu would name Mr. Bubbles or something

like he could have a tank of piranhas and she’d name them stuff like Gertrude, Daisy, Fluffy, dumb fun things :)

he thinks snakes are cool tho!

there are lots of different kinds of snakes and within those categories there are SUBcategories theres so many kinds

i think snakes are cool so Light thinks snakes r cool okay

Misa!!

she’d keep frogs i think

theyre pretty spontaneous every now and then so theyre fun to watch

she likes taking care of small cute things, but she’d also take an interest in poison dart frogs for their vibrant colors and how deadly they are!!

to keep poison dart frogs you cant feed them the usual bugs they eat because thats how they produce their poison, but she’d like them nonetheless

when she takes them out she puts fancy little hats on them and does photoshoots :)

Matsuda <3

He likes turtles!! they’re easier to take care of because they mostly just sunbathe all day

he loves them like his children and keeps a picture of them in his wallet

he’d love something bigger but his apartment is way too small and he could never replace his babies

Aizawa

he has no time for pets ! he’s got a daughter, a murder investigation, and all sorts of stuff with his wife going on :(

but he’d also like a big dog, one who’s calmer and can jump up on the bed and nap with him

he finds comfort in grooming and taking care of things

Mogi

i think he’d like fish

no reason, he just gives me like,,, neon tetra vibes

Watari

he keeps birds in his garden at wammy's house

no one is allowed in there but roger because they are old and need their peace

Mello & matt

big mean dog that is actually really sweet !!!

Mello keeps trying to train her to attack Near when he shows up unannounced but she just tries to lick Nears face

it basically has the same affect, near sits on the desk when they come by

Matt buys her all sorts of chew toys and treats but she just keeps trying to eat Mello’s chocolate

one christmas she got into his stash and had to get her stomach pumped :(( mello was so nervous

he definitely didn't cry in the car and Matt doesn't have a recording of him hugging her and crying on the drive to the vet

Near

rabbits! he has to keep them outside though, its the rules (aka the only way anyone can get him out of the building and into the sunlight)

he has them in a very large pen and they get lots of salad leaves and raw vegetables all the time

he likes lop bunnies the most, he has a sleepy one who’s allowed inside sometimes if he makes a sad enough face

Beyond Birthday

rats follow him around no matter what <3

likes and reblogs are much appreciated :)

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fleetingpieces · 3 years ago

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My One in a Million Chapter 8

Hiiiii! I'm back from the dead and finally got back to writing again <3

Sorry it took ages—and sorry it's not a great chapter— but thank you so much everyone for the patience and support, it means so much!

Thank you @inloveoknutzy @donttouchmycarrots and @knittingdreams for beating, love y'all! <3

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CW: Mentions of food

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Chapter 8 - The morning after

Remus woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. He blinked a few times to get the tiredness out of his eyes—which seemed to want to stay glued shut—and stared at the ceiling for long moments.

His first thought was that, for a second, he thought he could hear Padfoot’s laugh. Vague images of a dream he’d had came flooding back to him; long corridors, empty beds and his gaming console. The sound must have been a remnant of that.

The second thought was that the ceiling of his room was weird. He couldn’t quite pinpoint where the bugging sensation came from, but something was off and he was way too tired to figure out what it was. Maybe he should just go back to sleep. Groaning, he turned around to do just that, and that’s when he got a good look at the rest of the room.

He sat up with a start, regretting it instantly when nausea hit him like a wave. Closing his eyes, he stayed still until the feeling ebbed away, then opened them again slowly.

This wasn’t his room. There was no sign of any of his stuff; instead, he saw a big mirror, a dark wood chest of drawers, and a trail of scattered things that either belonged to different people or to someone with diverse tastes: a blue hair tie, a black snapback, t-shirts that at a glance he could tell were of different sizes, with stamps that varied from Disney to Strand.

One by one, memories from the night before popped up as the fogginess from sleep left him completely. That’s right, Sirius had offered his home to him after he’d found Remus outside of his flat; he’d come in to take a shower and had sat on the couch as they watched a movie and drank. Things were a bit hazy from that point on.

Had he really pouted and asked Sirius to stay with him like a little kid? Fuck, please let that be a part of the drunk hallucinations. He turned around slowly, glancing to the other side of the bed with his heart beating fast in his throat, but the spot next to him was empty.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Remus threw the blankets to the side and planted his feet on the floor to get some resemblance of stability, but frowned when he stepped on something. Looking down, he noticed a pillow and a blanket lying rumpled on the floor, next to his side of the bed.

A pang of guilt made its way to his chest when he realised Sirius must have slept on the floor while Remus was on the bed, covered from head to toe and warm. Sirius had been so careful with him. Every touch had been gentle, not invasive but rather trying not to overstep, trying to comfort. So, so very careful.

Remus felt slightly ashamed for thinking Sirius would take advantage of him. Not to mention for the way he'd bawled his eyes out in front of the man. He’d made a fool of himself yet again, something that kept happening a lot as of late and to which he wasn’t used to.

“Oh, God.” He remembered how he’d felt his mother’s hand brushing his hair before he fell asleep and he desperately hoped he hadn’t called out for her in his dream. Bringing a hand to his forehead, he could almost feel that phantom touch, tracing fingertips over his hairline.

He rubbed his face in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to face Sirius after all that, but there was no way he could fall asleep again and a quick glance at the clock on the opposite wall told him it was barely eight in the morning. It was still too early to call Leo or go back to the clinic, plus he didn’t know how everything had panned out.

Remus glanced at the bedside table where his phone was lying face down and stretched over to grab it. He flipped it from hand to hand, back and forth, the small thing weighing him down every time it fell on his palm with a soft thud.

He could call.

He should call.

But what if something had gone wrong? What if Cocoa had had a complication during the night? Would they have notified him already if that was the case? Did he want to find out like this, far away from him and helpless to do anything? He didn’t want to show any more weaknesses in front of Sirius, he’d already shown more of his vulnerable side than he’d ever intended to.

Nodding to himself, Remus got up and threw the phone on the bed. He took two steps towards the door. The doctor had told him to go in the afternoon; he could wait a couple of hours before going back to the clinic and then he would know and—

A huff escaped him as Remus hurried back and dialed the number, plopping down on the mattress.

“Thank you for calling Mercy Animal Clinic. This is Jennifer, how can I help you?”

“Yes, hi, my name is Remus? I brought my dog in last night for chocolate poisoning and I—I was just calling to check on him?”

“Of course, Sir. What is the patient's name?”

“Cocoa,” said Remus, gripping his phone a bit tighter. Jennifer hummed and asked for a few more details to confirm his identity, to which Remus replied on autopilot, his mind going blank in a subconscious attempt to protect himself.

“Just a second, please.”

Remus busied himself counting the floorboards while he waited, trying to calm his nerves, but it had the opposite effect as he became very aware of how long Jennifer was taking to find what he wanted to know. He’d started tapping his foot when the receptionist finally came back on the other end of the line.

“Yes, everything was ok during the night and Cocoa will be ready to go home after lunch,” they said cheerfully.

Remus’ breath stopped completely and then he exhaled loudly. He could have sworn he felt his heart unclench, invisible fingers letting go of their painful grip and allowing blood to stream freely again. His shoulders dropped, releasing all the pent up tension that had been building there since he’d stepped into his apartment the night before, and he laid down, covering his eyes with his free arm.

“Sir?” Jennifer said hesitantly.

“Yes. Ok. Ok. Thanks, I’ll be there.” He hung up and let the phone fall at his side.

The silence of the room was an echo of his own head as Remus tried to let the words sink in. He peeked at the ceiling from under his arm. Cocoa was fine. The phrase repeated itself a few times until Remus took a deep breath and swung himself up.

The hall was quiet outside of the room, but he could hear some noises coming from ahead. Remus bunched the sleeves of the jumper he was wearing, not too willing to admit how comfy and warm he was in Sirius’ clothes. Especially not when he was assaulted by memories of Sirius helping him walk through this same corridor the night before and Remus almost gave in to the embarrassment. Sirius probably thought he was pathetic.

Groaning, he steeled himself as he padded the rest of the way, but his step faltered before going into the kitchen, a hand rising to settle on the wall. Something smelled amazing in there. Like melted butter and Saturday mornings back home, with his mom humming as she stood by the stove and the sun streamed in through the open windows. The sound of the sizzling pan was accompanied by a rock song playing in the background, a cool guitar distortion filling the room, followed by a gravelly voice singing a capella.

And there was Sirius in the middle of it all, moving around the kitchen gracefully, head bopping and singing into a ladle. He slid across the floor like Tom Cruise in that old movie as he moved to the fridge and a chuckle bubbled out of Remus’ chest, taking with it most of the heaviness still clinging to him.

Sirius jumped up, accidentally closing the fridge door with a bang, and turned to face Remus fully. It was only then that Remus realized what he was wearing: he had black ripped jeans and a black tee, his hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail; and on top of all that, he had one of those aprons that had a buff man printed on the front, that read “Kiss the chef”.

Remus stared for so long that Sirius followed his gaze and looked down, only to look back up quickly with a blush. “It was James’ idea of a joke.”

James, as Remus was quickly learning, took special pleasure in teasing his friends, although Lily claimed he always failed when it came to her. But Sirius clearly treasured anything that came from his best friend, no matter how silly or awkward.

Clearing his throat, Remus stepped into the kitchen and peered at the stove. “What are you making?”

“Pancakes!” Sirius exclaimed, seemingly glad for the rapid move of the subject. “I thought you could use some hangover breakfast,” he added with a shrug before turning back to the mixing bowl on the counter.

“Oh,” Remus said dumbly, taken by surprise. He scrambled for something to add. “Did you get the recipe from the same place as those cookies?”

Sirius spluttered and threw an offended look over his shoulder. “Mon Dieu, I’m never going to live that down, am I? I’ll have you know, these are my speciality. But I won’t give you anything if you keep that attitude up.”

Laughing quietly, Remus breathed a sigh of relief that Sirius wasn't looking at him with pity or mentioning his sorry state from the night before. So much had happened between them in just one day, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act anymore. He shuffled awkwardly to the island and, as he leaned on it, the name of the song Sirius had been dancing to dawned on him.

“I can’t believe you’re actually listening to Black Dog,” Remus said, covering his face, not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

“Hey,” Sirius turned to point at him with the batter-covered ladle, “Plant speaks to me on a spiritual level. I’m sending good vibes to Cocoa.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, making an effort to keep the corners of his mouth down. “You do know that the lyrics have nothing to do with dogs, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s the feeling that counts,” he waved his hand dismissively, sending a few vanilla-colored drops flying, “and the song title.” Smiling at that logic, Remus shook his head—as weird as it was, he found it reassuring. Sirius peered at him as he flipped the golden pancakes easily. “I’m glad you look better. How are you feeling?”

Remus tensed up, but it didn’t look like Sirius was making fun of him. Focusing on some point by his feet, he rubbed at his neck. "Yeah, um. Thank you for your help. And sorry about...everything. I guess it was one thing after the other and it was just too much.”

“We’ve been through this, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Sirius smiled tentatively. “Have they contacted you from the vets?”

“Actually, I called just now.” His heart rate picked up as excitement coursed through his body. Saying the words aloud made them even more real, allowed them to settle in and gave way to tiny pinpricks of impatience. “They said everything’s good. I can bring him home after lunch.”

Sirius turned to face him fully and his hand went to grip Remus’ forearm, his smile turning so bright it was almost blinding. “Remus, that’s great.”

Remus smiled too, staring straight at him. “Yeah,” he breathed. After a second too long, he coughed discreetly and moved back. “I just feel like I won’t be able to relax fully until I see him, you know? I wish I could go over now.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Sirius said as he leaned back too, fingers moving to play with the strings of his apron. “Just a few more hours, eh?” Remus hummed noncommittally and, sensing that he needed a bit of a distraction, Sirius turned his attention back to the food. “In the meantime, can you get the plates from over there?” He pointed at a cabinet as he got the pan out of the stove.

Remus did as he was asked and brought them over to the counter, where an array of toppings were waiting. His stomach grumbled as he watched Sirius cutting up some strawberries to place over the pancakes and then drizzling chocolate on top of everything, singing under his breath to the next song on his playlist. It was all oddly domestic. It was nice.

They sat in the living room to eat, though instead of sharing the couch like they had last night, Sirius—now without the ridiculous apron—sat across the coffee table on one of the armrests. Remus took a bite of the fluffy sponge and closed his eyes with a hum. “Ok, you were right. These are awesome.”

Sirius had just taken a mouthful himself, but he beamed before he swallowed and licked some of the chocolate off his finger. “Glad you like them, Re. I don’t think my reputation could have survived another fiasco.”

“Are you sure this wasn’t just a lucky mistake?” Remus joked, if only to ignore the way his stomach jumped at the nickname, prompting Sirius to throw a napkin at him.

For the next two hours or so, the conversation was light and easy while the music kept playing at a dim level. But, as time went on and the plates got piled up on the coffee table, Sirius started getting distracted.

He kept glancing at his phone like he was checking the time or waiting for a call. Remus would have thought that he was overstaying his welcome—Sirius had a life to get back to, after all—if it weren’t for the fact that the man kept the conversation going and going, asking questions and gesturing excitedly when he was telling a story about how he and his friends had once managed to get a flock of pigeons inside a train full of passengers. At this point, Remus was pretty sure that Sirius was not capable of lying.

A lazy breeze drifted in from the open window, bringing in the smell of morning dew and ruffling Sirius’ hair so that a few strands fell in front of his face. As he brushed them back, he raised his eyes and pinned Remus with a look that was slowly becoming very familiar. That look that said he wanted to say something but he was choosing his words carefully.

Remus was pretty sure he knew what that meant. So far, everything he’d blabbed about the night before had been skillfully avoided—mostly by Remus averting his eyes every time Sirius looked at him like that. He wasn’t looking away now though. Wasn’t sure he could, honestly; not with such intensity and thinly-veiled concern directed his way. Sirius opened his mouth, the words starting to form at the back of his throat when Remus’ phone pinged.

He jumped slightly and went to quickly fish it out of his pocket, holding on to the getaway it provided. Talking about his behaviour or the few hints he’d let slip about his past was not something he was ready to tackle. A quiet sigh dropped from Sirius’ lips as he got up to take the plates back to the kitchen, while Remus stared at the notification flashing on his home page. “Oh, Padfoot just uploaded a new video?”

The sound of ceramic banging in the sink startled Remus into looking up. “Um...you ok?”

“Yes! Too much soap,” Sirius’ voice came back, muffled slightly by the running water.

Remus snorted and got comfortable on one end of the couch, resting his back on the side and pulling his knees up. He wiggled his toes as he waited for the page to load, digging them into the plush sofa and then tapping his feet when the video finally started. It began like usual, with the starting screen of a game and Padfoot’s cheerful voice.

“Hello everyone and welcome! You’ve all been nagging at me to play with Prongs more often, so I hope you appreciate how much effort it took to get his ass out of bed.”

“That’s so not the introduction I was expecting,” another voice complained.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to do it?”

“Why, yes, thank you. Hello y’all! By popular demand and because I know you like me more than this silly goose, I am here to play some games and have fun! Mostly at Padfoot’s expense.”

“You’re the only person in the world who could say ‘silly goose’ and not have everyone laughing at them.”

“I know, it’s a skill I honed for years.”

“What the hell,” Remus laughed, shaking his head fondly.

Sirius came back into the room, drying his hands absentmindedly on his pants as he took his seat back. He sat at the very edge of the cushion, leaning slightly forward with his hands clasped between his knees, eyes down.

Remus made a questioning sound, waving the phone in front of him. “Do you mind?”

“No,” Sirius croaked, gesturing with his hand for him to go on as he cleared his throat.

A small line of confusion pulled Remus’ brows together. Something was definitely going through Sirius’ mind. Deciding to give the man some time, Remus focused his attention back on the video and made a note to ask later if something was bothering him.

Padfoot was talking about the game they were going to play and Remus could feel his energy even through the screen. He always got like this when he was trying something new. Remus pictured him bouncing on his chair, waiting impatiently to start playing, tapping the buttons in anticipation. “He’s like a kid on sugar, isn’t he?” he said without thinking.

A cough came from Sirius’ spot. “Well, I… I think it’s...nice? He sounds happy.”

The corners of Remus’ lips tugged up in a small smile at that. “Yeah. That’s good.”

“Huh?”

“He didn’t seem his usual self in the past few streams. I’m just glad he’s ok, is all.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw how Sirius’ hands gripped his knees tightly, slipping through the holes in his jeans. Remus watched in silence but, just when he was about to ask what was going on, the video changed. A small square appeared on one of the corners, showing a man sitting in a chair, not much to see in the background, his face covered with the black dog that was his signature logo. Remus sat up straighter. It wasn’t often that Padfoot appeared in his videos and he couldn’t help the interest that sparked inside him whenever it happened. He scanned the small image until something caught his eye.

“Huh? ...Wait. That’s—” Remus froze for a second before promptly throwing his phone to the other end of the couch. “Oh my God.” He covered his mouth, feeling the pull of his mouth as a grin lit up his face, his wide eyes not leaving the small device lying innocently face up. “Oh my God, oh my God.”

“What happened?”

Remus turned to see Sirius looking at him with a confused little smile, probably wondering if he was still drunk or just bonkers.

“He...he’s wearing my merch. My merch.” And one of his favourite hoodies from the collection, at that. “How—How does he even know about me? I know he likes to keep in shape but…”

The faintest blush crossed Sirius’ cheeks. He rubbed his hands together, looking down at them and then back up at Remus’ still astounded face. He took a deep breath and exhaled in one go. “You know, I’m...” He trailed off, mouth opening and closing a few times.

Remus tried to bring his thoughts back to the room, to the man in front of him and not the one on the screen. He bent forward to grab the discarded phone, his mind still reeling as he paused the video. “Yeah?” he prompted Sirius to go on when he straightened back up, smile still in place—he wasn’t sure he could wipe it off even if he wanted to.

Sirius’ grey eyes roamed his face, then went to the phone in his hands before they finally settled on his bright expression and he sighed, smiling and shaking his head. “No, nevermind.”

Remus tilted his head, but Sirius simply shrugged. “Are you sure? You can say it, whatever it is.”

“I don’t think it’s the right time,” Sirius admitted, letting his head fall back as he worried his lip.

Curiosity flared up, dazzling and hot, and Remus tried to water it down, unwilling to trespass Sirius’ boundaries. Instead, he looked down and tried to organise his whirring mind, eyes going to the clock on his phone. “Fuck,” he muttered. He really wanted to finish watching and keep talking with Sirius, but it was getting late. “I should probably get going.”

“Oh,” Sirius blinked as he raised his head up. “You can stay if you want to.”

“No, I…” Remus stood up. “I should go get the key from Leo. I will probably see both his mom and mine, which means it won’t be a short visit and I’d like to be at the clinic as soon as possible.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

Stopping midstep, Remus turned to look at Sirius, eyebrows raised. “Come with me?”

“Yeah, to the clinic? You are not too fond of them.”

It wasn’t a question, but Remus replied anyway, surprised that Sirius had caught on to that at all. “No, I’m not,” he said, dumbfounded. He shook his head. “But it’s ok, you did a lot for me already.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Remus, anyone in my place would have done the same.”

No, they wouldn’t.

“It’s fine, really. Leo will probably come with me,” he said. He wasn’t sure how Sirius could think that everyone was that selfless, that any person would have helped an almost stranger without thinking it was too much effort. Remus chose not to say anything about it, knowing fully well that was not the case.

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lnc2 · 4 years ago

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this time next year

Summary: Marinette is worried about the future. Adrien wants to know where he fits into it.

A/N: This piece was written for the @mlwriterzine and I’m so excited to finally share this with you! I hope you enjoy it and also go check out the zine because there are so many amazing stories/art pieces collected there.

AO3

The party was well underway by the time Adrien knocked on Nino’s door. Alya was the one who answered, half of her face obscured by gold tin foil pinned to a green beret.

“Speak of the devil,” she grinned, leaning heavily on the door frame.

Adrien bussed her cheek and passed over the bottle of rosé he’d swiped from his father’s wine cellar. “Sorry, Alya. The show ran late. You know how those things go.”

She waved him in, whistling at the bottle in her hands, and shook her head. “Thankfully I don’t. Everyone’s in the living room.”

Adrien followed her into the kitchen instead, eyes straying over the tipsy, crowded apartment. Back against the wall, where Nino’s faded and cracked leather couch usually sat, was a long table covered in gold plastic sheeting. Green and gold hats of various styles were littered across, as well as glitter, rhinestones, netting, feathers, and any other number of crafting materials.

He smiled. “I see you’ve all started without me.”

“Naturally,” Alya said, putting his gift in the fridge to chill. “You’re several drinks behind us now, Agreste. Pick your poison.” She gestured to the half-empty bottles of liquor scattered across the bar.

“No tequila?”

She snorted. “You’ll have to track down Marinette for that one. She ran off with the bottle half an hour ago.”

Something warm filled his chest. “A cup of ice and a lime then.”

“Good luck with that,” Alya said, bumping his shoulder as she passed him the glass. Adrien laughed as he followed her into the living room, his smile widening as he spotted Kagami fussing with the green flowers on her gold newspaper hat.

“I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

Alya batted her hand away. “It’s tradition!”

She pressed her lips together. “It’s archaic.”

“Boo,” a familiar voice called from behind him. Adrien’s heart stuttered as a familiar pair of arms slipped around his waist. “It’s just for fun. No one takes it seriously.”

Adrien thought back to earlier in the evening and Gabriel’s annual Saint Catherine’s Day gala and couldn’t agree. There was a stark difference between the frivolousness and whimsy of Nino’s house party and the staid sobriety of his father’s fashion show.

As if reading his thoughts, Marinette’s eyes sparkled up at him beneath gold netting. “At least no one here.”

“Speak for yourself,” Alya said. She adjusted her hat and threw an accusatory look towards Nino. “Tick tock, babe.”

“You won’t let me propose until you’re out of grad school,” he whined.

Adrien hid his grin as the familiar argument ensued. Instead, he tipped his cup of ice towards the half-empty bottle in Marinette’s hand.

“You’re one of the few people I’d share with,” she said, filling his glass. Adrien leaned down to whisper his gratitude only to be pushed from the other side, causing them to knock heads.

Marinette laughed waving off his apologies with a squeeze to his waist even as their assaulter continued to elbow into the group.

“I’m never getting married,” Alix announced from her position on the back of one of Alya’s coworkers. There was a crown on her head but no decorations. She gestured wildly with her free hand. “Just call me Queen Catherinette.”

“All hail,” Alya said, clinking her wine glass against a reluctant Kagami’s. Her glassy eyes strayed towards Marinette. “What about you, girl? It’s been a while since I’ve heard about Emma, Louis, and Hugo.”

Adrien tried not to sound too interested when he asked, “Who?”

Marinette laughed, her flushed cheeks flushing further. “I’m afraid that future is on hold, Al. I need to find a boyfriend first.”

She removed her arm from around his waist then and Adrien had to restrain himself from pulling her back to his side. Instead, he took a healthy swallow of tequila and let the conversation drift into less turbulent waters.

Now was hardly the time to volunteer his name to the top of her list.

Adrien could think of two, maybe three very important conversations they needed to have before he could even approach that topic. The most pressing of which weighed heavy on his right hand and sparkled like precious gems on his lady’s ears.

He watched over the rim of his glass as Marinette giggled with the other women in their silly hats. One of them—Alix’s roommate, he thought—burst out with a jubilant, “For pity’s sake, give us a husband!” only for the others to raise their glasses with various tipsy rounds of, “Hear, hear!”

He smiled as Marinette wrestled Kagami’s fidgeting hands away from her hat. It had only been a few weeks since their reveal but Adrien was struggling to see how he could have missed the woman he’d loved for a decade in his dear and wonderful friend.

“Some party, huh?”

Adrien coughed as Nino slapped him on the back just as he was swallowing. Nino laughed at his accusing glare.

“Sorry man,” he said, grinning. “I thought you heard me coming but I guess you were distracted.”

Adrien ignored the teasing lilt in his friend’s voice.“It’s a good crowd,” he said instead. “I’m sorry I was so late.”

“No worries. Although if everything goes well hopefully this will be the last Saint Catherine’s party we’ll be hosting.”

Adrien laughed. “You think you’ll have worn Alya down by then?”

Nino shrugged. “Fingers crossed. I’ve had this ring burning a hole in my pocket for two months now.”

“Maybe you should be the one wearing the hat.” He grinned, only to receive a rough shove to his shoulder.

“You’re one to talk.”

Adrien pretended not to understand.

“Seriously, dude?” Nino shook his head. “You’re not that slick. If you like her you should just ask her out. I know for a fact she used to have a thing for you.”

And even though Adrien already knew that, even though Marinette told him so several years earlier when her crush was a thing of the past as she’d laughingly put it, hearing his heart’s desire put into words so matter-of-factly did things to him.

Things like make him want to punch a hole in the nearest wall or tear out his hair in frustration.

Because really, how was it fair that the one woman he’d spent years chasing had actually spent several years of her own chasing him right back?

It wasn’t.

Not when Adrien still found himself in the chase and she had apparently just … stopped.

“That was a long time ago, Nino.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that.”

“... Why?” Adrien stared, stomach clenching. “Did she say something? Did Alya say something?”

His heart raced like hummingbirds wings in his throat as he tried to catch his friend’s gaze.

Adrien grabbed his shoulder and shook. “Nino.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny anything.” He laughed, before hiding his smile behind his glass as they caught Alya’s attention across the room. Adrien met her suspicious frown with a wave even as his other hand tightened on Nino’s shoulder.

“But …?”

“But … I wouldn’t count myself out just yet.”

Adrien’s hand fell to his side as all of his breath rushed out of him. “Oh.”

“Although, that may change if you don’t do something about it. Sooner rather than later if Kim’s roommate is anything to go by.”

Nino nodded towards the corner of the room where Marinette was chatting with a tall brunette. He was leaning towards her, his fingers playing at the edge of the netting on her hat as he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. Adrien was already halfway across the room when Nino shouted, “Good luck!”

He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do to break up their little tete-a-tete but he needn’t have worried. As soon as he was in her line of sight Marinette’s smile lit up like the Eiffel tower and there was little left for him to do other than introduce himself before the interloper tried his luck elsewhere.

“Come outside with me,” she said, tugging his arm. “I haven’t seen you all week.”

“Your fault,” Adrien said, happy to follow her anywhere. “You canceled patrol.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “You know I had to finish up those pieces for your father’s show.”

“At least you weren’t forced to go.”

She laughed and leaned back against the balcony railing. It was cooler than usual tonight as fall slowly gave way to winter and they had the little patio all to themselves. “Perks of being a lowly intern.”

“Please,” he said, bumping her shoulder. “You’ll be a junior designer by next year.”

She hummed, taking a swig of tequila from the bottle only to cough as it hit the back of her throat.

“You can mix that with something you know?”

His lady winced and took another sip, smaller this time. “Who has time for that?”

“You if you’d just slow down.”

It was only half a joke. Lately, even before their Big Reveal, Adrien noticed something changing in Marinette. She was a little less scattered, a little more single-minded. There was almost a frenzied focus about her, like some great fear was nipping at her heels, spurring her forward.

It wasn’t until her timer ran out during an akuma attack that he began to understand why.

“It was ten years this September,” she murmured, turning out to face the cobbled streets below.

Adrien hesitated before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his side.

“We’ll get him, bug. I promise.”

“But when, Chat?” She started to lean her head against his shoulder only for her hat to get in the way. Frustrated, she ripped the little masterpiece off her head and crushed it in her hands.

“Stupid holidays aside, I do want a life, Adrien.” She ripped lightly at the netting. “You said I’ll make junior designer by next year? I don’t see how that’s possible when I’m running out of work every other day because someone couldn’t control their emotions.”

Her voice caught on the last word and he was horrified to realize she was crying. “I want to run my own business someday. I want –– I want to fall in love and get married and have babies.” She looked up, teary gaze meeting his. “How can I do anything when I always have one foot out the window waiting for the next catastrophe? Who could put up with that?”

“You’re not someone a person has to put up with, my lady.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “Right. Tell that to my exes.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, because really that’s all he could do.

“Don’t be.” She sniffed, giving him a sad, sad smile. “You can’t do anything about it any more than I can.”

That wasn’t entirely true though.

Adrien turned his attention towards the scrunched up hat in her hands. Marinette followed his gaze and gave a watery laugh.

“I want it all, Adrien,” she whispered.

“I know,” he whispered.

“Do you?” she asked, eyes wide and blue and wet and angry. “Do you really?”

Adrien pulled her to him then, giving her the hug her fears deserved. Marinette clutched at his back, her arms sliding beneath his coat to wrap around his waist, giving as good as she got.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Tears stung his eyes and words, the right words, stuck in the back of his throat as she gave voice to desires he’d never been brave enough to even dream. Not when Ladybug said no and not when Marinette said not anymore and not when they merged and became everything he’d ever wanted but feared he’d never have.

She wanted it all.

Adrien closed his eyes and breathed in his lady’s perfume. Freesia and jasmine and something he’d never been able to name. Marinette’s arms loosened around his waist when it seemed like he would pull away, but Adrien only held her tighter.

“I––” He stopped. “You said you don’t want to slow down?”

Marinette nodded.

“Well … how—how would you feel about a chaser?”

She pulled away so she could see his face. “A chaser?” she repeated, frowning.

Adrien bit his lip, feeling heat rushing up his neck and ears. “Ah, yeah,” he said, doing his best to hold her gaze. “Like—like a partner. To your tequila, I mean.”

Adrien watched as confusion gave way to understanding in the form of a perfect little open-mouthed oh. His heart was pounding hard enough he was starting to suspect she could hear it when her eyes glistened up at him beneath the dim porch lights.

God help him but he couldn’t trust himself. He couldn’t trust the gentleness in her gaze or the way her body went soft against his or the purse of her lips as she watched him with that pleased little half-smile as realization gave way to something and that something could only be called wonderful as she ducked her head beneath his chin, pressed her lips against the open collar skin of his neck and finally, finally whispered in that small, hopeful impatient way of hers,

“Are you volunteering?”

And even though he knew she knew and even though the question really didn’t require an answer, Adrien tightened his hold on her until they were swaying together chest to chest and repeated the only thing he’d ever wanted to give her.

Yes.

#miraculous ladybug #lnc2 writes #post reveal pre relationship #adrinette #ml writer zine #adrienette

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black-rose-writings · 3 years ago

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I read Ruin and Rising because I’m bored

And I also hate myself

Like with the last book, I have a vague idea of the plot and stuff from tumblr and fanfics. I will also be refering to Darkling as Sasha for most of this.

I am still Darklina trash and don’t particularly like Mal.

On a different note, I’ve finally moved for college, but the internet here is trash, so I’ll probably have a lot more reading time now, since most games I play are online and will crash without internet.

Before

Cool story. Let’s hope Alina stays a badass.

Who am I joking, I know how this ends.

Chapter 1

So far so good. I hate the Apparat, per usual. Alina’s there basically dying and that bitch can’t wait to see her do so.

Cult leader to the core this one. He probably hates that his figurehead is alive and also not brainwashed.

Cult leader doesn’t like swearing. How surprising.

My boy David is completely right. What kind of irresponsible dingus keeps centuries old books in a fucking wet-ass cave? (Or a tree for that matter *cough cough* The Last Jedi *cough, cough*).

Genya is fun to be around.

Oh, shit, let’s go.

Chapter 2

Jesus Christ, Alina, Zoya isn’t that bad.

This is one hell of a shitshow.

I live for this version of Alina. Badass. Scary. I want more of this Alina.

Chapter 3

Out of all the random little details from crappy smut fics, I did not expect Oncat to be from the books, lol.

Mal actually has a supernatural tracking ability. Like, literally, they put a bug into the pouch with gunpowder so he could make the shot. I guess this was kinda said before, but never this directly, right?

Alina’s merzost-skyping Sasha now, yay.

Alina is horny for Sasha boy. Yay.

Alina canonically has a praise kink. Nice.

I hate LB with all of my heart at this very moment. How dare she bait us Darklina people like this? How DARE she? (Shipbaiting is the worst, seriously.)

Yes, yes, yes. These two lines. That’s what their relationship is all about. They’re each others foils, the yin to the other’s yang and... ugh. I am Darklina trash to the core and this hurts.

Darklina: You have a terrible taste in men.

Alina: I liked you once.

My boy Sasha walked into that one.

Chapter 4

Alina is a Queen. And we love her.

David, my beloved, my spirit animal.

It’s surprising they can read it at all, given it’s been centuries. Have you ever tried reading medieval manuscripts?

Honestly, with a father that crazy, it’s no wonder Baghra’s a bitch. And I’ve seen it said somewhere that the books imply Ilya’s experiments are what caused Baghra to be a shadow summoner and you know what? I can see how you’d make that connection.

Why is there so few Tidemakers in the books? Waterbenders are useful. I want more waterbenders.

Alina picking up some habits from Baghra I see.

Ah, yes, we love an educated giant.

I’m starting to think Harshaw is a bit nuts.

Shut up, Hershey. Or at least share the weed with the class. I’m not here for this “He’s mean to you because he likes you”. I might believe that in like, elementary school, but yall are (more or less) adults. Jesus.

Well, that was a bombshell of a twist.

Chapter 5

Oh boy, we’ve got some trauma bonding for out merry band of misfits. Yay.

Adrik has a crush on Zoya. And she hates it, lol. Cut the kid some slack, he’s like 15 or something.

That reminds me, I have a four-leaf clover pressed in books from close to year and a half ago. Time flies.

They’re really diving into the Mal has supernatural powers, huh?

Ghosts, let’s go.

Alina “I’m so happy to be outside I start to shine like a fucking fairy” Starkov and Mal is entranced. He’s definitelly nicer now. I’m not forgiving him for all the shit he’s pulled before and for using the silent treatment way too much, but hey, at least he’s improving.

I am not a Zoyalina person, but like... gay? Please? Rivals to grudging allies to friends to lovers, 300k slowburn? Sounds more fun than whatever Mala dn Alina have going on, lol.

(I’m starting to realize I’m not as much a Darklina person as I am anti-Malina person, lol. Like, literally everyone has a more interesting dynamic with Alina than tracker boy over there. Malina is at best boring AF and at worst toxic, codependent and emotionally abusive, while also being boring AF at the same time. It has literally nothing going for it except God herself liking it).

I can see why Nadia is gay in the show. The book version of her definitelly has a crush on Tamar. Homegirl likes a woman, who can murder her with the flick of her wrist and honestly? Same.

Alina has some big “coming out of lockdown after a year” energy atm.

The cat is one of the most realistic characters in this thing, lol.

And since Tamar is also heavily queercoded, our lovely ladies make off into the night, flirting. Or maybe not. Let me dream, though.

At least Blade Boy is aware that his tattoo is stupid. To quote someone ranting about him on tumblr: He’s embracing his identity as a tool.

Oh, boy, this will be fun.

Evil soldier is horny for Mal. Saints, is there a woman in this book who isn’t horny for Blade Boy?

And here comes Niki to save the day.

Chapter 6

Niki saved the day.

Fiberglass? And David being David. Genya being in love with her nerd of a boyfriend.

Jesus Christ, this one crazy kid has moved the technology in this universe a whole century on his own. So, when is David going to propose to him?

Baghra hasn’t changed much I see.

Baghra’s about to drop some truthbombs, but no, we have to be rudely interupted because Genya’s rapist is throwing a fit.

Chapter 7

How does Mal sound? Is she gonna say the Blade boy sounds like her dad? I mean, I know voices are partially genetic, but it has been tens of generations between them, probably.

So, we’re finally taking Genya’s trauma seriously after all this time? Good. Better late than never, I guess.

I wish that regicide was already finished and I’m pretty sure that Genya does, too. Stop defending the fucking king, narrative.

David’s a nerd in all things I see.

Someone please just kill the king already. And the queen, too, for good measure.

Now that’s a romance.

Infodumping and listening to said infodumps is a legitimate love language, Alina. Let them nerd out over poisons.

Wait, has Alina never directly killed anyone before? I thought she did... hmmm.

And just like that, it should have been over. Ugh.

Somehow, Baghra is a better teacher now than she was before. She half feels like a completely different character.

Nevermind, she’s back at it.

Chapter 8

Holy shit, Nadia and Tamar are canon. They have canon gays here.

So, which one of them is gonna die?

Chapter 9

We arrive at that scene. The one, where they should have fucked.

Jeez, girl, get a hold of yourself. Life is short, fuck a villain.

In other news, Genya and David definitelly fucked.

Chapter 10

Poor David. He just wanted to know.

Damn... I never realized just how young Baghra was, when she killed her sister.

I’ve already made a post about this, but it really does strike me like Baghra has already decided to end her life at this point in the book.

Why is that whole “but what if we’re related” thing even in there?

Chapter 11

We love a suprise attack.

When did Sasha boy learn that trick?

Baghra really just did that. Oh boy.

Chapter 12

No, don’t kill the kid... ugh.

Emotiona support cat. She should be friends with Milo.

Porrige for brains. Oof.

So Nadia was the one, who got bees set on her in the book. Cool.

That’s a good question. Why was it never brought up to Alina, that other Grisha get blocks, too?

David already thinking of steampunk prosthetic for Adrik is honestly kinda sweet.

Chapter 13

Back home... kinda.

Is that really... you really care about Mal bonking the Grisha school mean girl over a year ago? Okay.

Chapter 14

Angst! Yay!

And more angst.

Chapter 15

Sasha really went “My mom killed herself to save you? Well, I’ll kill the closest thing to parents you have.”

Chapter 16

Nikolai’s alive. Kinda.

And these two have such a sibling energy, I can’t.

And then they fuck. Ew.

Chapter 17

Wait, wait wait... so Alina isn’t even the one to destroy the Fold?

Okay. That’s... weird.

Holy shit. That was...

So, Aleksander is dead. Mal isn’t. Someone else destroyed the Fold for Alina and now she has no powers.

Okay.

That’s a weird-ass ending.

Chapter 18

The gays survived, so that’s nice.

Genya made good on her promise of making Alina a ginger, lol.

After

What emotion is this supposed to give me? Cause all I feel is kinda sad.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #ruin and rising #book review #alina starkov #darkling #darklina

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fnf-brain-rot · 4 years ago

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[Whitty x Boyfriend] Chapter 9 - do you know what love is?

Thursday.

It's been over a week since Whitty started staying at Boyfriend's place. He stopped sleeping completely, and constantly had his head poked out of windows, or the peep hole in the front door. Boyfriend woke up every morning to Whitty cuddling him in bed, nervously wrapped around the smaller for reassurance.

Boyfriend wanted to do something to ease his anxiety.

Boyfriend walked with Whitty into the living room, holding his hand as a guide. He noticed the other has been a lot more touchy as well, which he didn't complain about. He encouraged it. "What do you wanna do today?" The smaller male looked up to him when they sat on the couch. Whitty shrugged. It was obvious his mind was elsewhere.

"You want me to call Gigi so we can hang out again?" Boyfriend then asked, and Whitty shook his head. Just the two of them huh.. Today should be a calm day. Boyfriend gasped quietly to himself, though he startled Whitty. "What? What happened? Did you see something??" Whitty stood up off the couch, and Boyfriend snorted a little. "No no, I had an idea!" He reassured him, somehow coaxing him to sit back down.

Whitty was obviously anxious staying in the same space, so why not have a change of scenery?

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It was so chilly outside, Boyfriend wished he had a car. He would be too scared to drive anyway.

They had been walking for what felt like an hour. Whitty knew Boyfriend wasn't a damn machine, so he let him rest on his shoulders. Boyfriend tried his best to behave on Whitty's shoulders, but being so high up felt like a little gremlin was kicking at his insides, no matter how fun it was.

They arrived to their secluded little spot just on the outskirts of Philly. It was quiet outside the city. Whitty appreciated that. "I looked up some peaceful places to go, and there's this hiking trail out here that I found. Dunno if it's safe though." He looked down at Whitty from above. Whitty didn't seem bothered. He never even thought of leaving the city to hide. He always felt trapped within the confines of the looming, steel buildings and brick walls. This, however, is a nice change of pace.

"You wanna get down?" Whitty then asked the blue haired man, and he shook his head. "No, not yet! My feet are still dying!" He whined in response, letting out a bunch of incomprehensible noise after the fact. "Okay okay! I'm not forcing you off! You big baby.." Whitty snurked a little, and Boyfriend tugged on his fuse in retaliation, making him stumble back a bit with an "Ack!"

They eventually started moving again, walking down the trail that dipped lower into a bunch of broken trees and crazy brambles. Boyfriend got smacked in the head a little too frequently with branches, so he opted to get down and walk. What they didn't expect to find, however, was a little lake. It was small enough to be more of a pond, but big enough to call a lake.

Boyfriend would totally go swim if it wasn't freezing right about now. It was around the holidays, the ones capitalism loves so much. "Wow.." Whitty breathed out at the sight. It was cloudy, but faint rays of light beamed down onto the murky water. There were a few large rocks scattered about, and Boyfriend ran to sit down. He didn't care if they were covered in moss.

"The sweet smell of amphibimous creatures." Boyfriend sighed happily as Whitty took a seat next to him, resting his elbows on his knees. He's starting to think he didn't say that right.. "Amphibi..am.. tiny pond animals." boyfriend put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, acting like he never messed up in the first place.

"Tiny pond animals?" Whitty parroted him, and the smaller nodded. "Yep! Like frogs, and turtles, and salamanders." He stood up and walked over to the edge of the water body, crouching down. "C'mere!" He whisper shouted to the other man. Whitty mimicked his actions, crouching the same as him. "Listen.." They both looked out to the lake, when Whitty noticed something. There were many tiny sounds around them, from the occasional croaking noise, then the constant high pitched buzz. "What are the noises?"

"The tiny pond animals! And some bugs." Boyfriend smiled up at him. "Watch this." Whitty scooted himself back a bit to give Boyfriend some room. The rapper stuck his tongue out, as if he were focusing on a single spot in the water, then shot out his hands. Water splashed on them both as he tore his hands back up just as fast. "Tadaa!!" He was holding a.. "What is that??"

"It's a frog!" Whitty watched in interest as the frog's neck puffed out. It was fast, but he could still see it. It let out the croaking sound he had been hearing earlier. "It's so small.. and green.. and.. slimy?"

"You wanna hold it?" Boyfriend inched it to him invitingly, and Whitty nodded quickly, holding out his hands to take it. "You gotta hold it tight or it'll jump away. Not too tight though, they're very fragile." He set the frog on his hands, and Whitty held it to the same capacity as Boyfriend had before. It was slimy. "Why is it so slippery?" he asked the blue haired shorty, who laughed lightly. "I think they said it's cause it's mucous. It's uh.. I think it's for protection. Some frogs have poisonous mucous, but those ones are mainly in the jungle." Boyfriend patted himself on the back for knowing so much.

"Where's that?" Whitty tilted his head curiously. "The jungle? Oh, in tropical areas and such. You know."

"Tropical?"

"Y...Yeah?"

"Where's that?"

Boyfriend gawked at him. He really didn't know anything did he? "Did you have any sort of education when you were younger?" He quickly asked him. "No.." Whitty muttered honestly. Boyfriend sucked air through his teeth. Even he knew he was pretty stupid, so Whitty being stuck with him of all people might not get him far. Whitty let the frog go, and watched it launch itself back into the water.

"I'll teach you as much as I can then." The smaller nudged his side gently. "Can you tell me about love, then?" Boyfriend blinked at the question, then his face began to go red. "Uh.. What makes you wanna learn about that?"

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The day after the carnival, Whitty talked to Girlfriend about feeling weird around Boyfriend. He told her his insides felt funny, and he felt it every time Boyfriend hugged or kissed him, but he also felt the same watching him do that to someone else. He recognized it as a negative emotion, but he wasn't sure what about it was negative.

"Fluttery, huh? I see.." Girlfriend giggled to herself, gently applying the man's blush. Whitty liked the feeling of the brush. It was soft, and somewhat comforting. "Do you know what it means to like someone?" She spoke softly, lowering the brush to look at him. Whitty shrugged. "To appreciate them?" Girlfriend nodded. "There's two types likes. Platonic, and intimate. Platonic means you like them as friend, or a brother or sister. Intimate is more like.. a romantic partner."

"Romantic partner?"

"Romance is.. love. You said you were twenty percent human, right?" Whitty nodded. "Then you must have the ability to love someone, not based on numbers anyway."

"But what does it mean to love someone?" Whitty asked her softly, and she laughed a little. "It's that fluttery feeling you get when you and Boyfriend touch. When you see him smile, laugh with him, eat with him, cuddle with him. When you're around him and you "feel weird", as you put it, that means you like him, more than just a friend or a brother."

Whitty took all her words to heart. So he wanted to be more than a friend to Boyfriend. But what does that mean?

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Finding a partner is a big deal in society, so he wanted to be gentle on Boyfriend. He didn't want to scare him or make it weird. "It has to do with the affection stuff you taught me, right?" Boyfriend nodded quickly. "Yeah but uh.. That's just the tip of the iceberg. Things other than that are a lot more intimate. Are you sure you wanna.. get into that?" He tried to hide his flustered face with his coat. Whitty nodded, then went back over to sit down on the stone. He patted his lap, and Boyfriend's face got even more red.

He eventually mustered the courage to walk over to him, turning around and sitting in his lap. "No, like this." Whitty lifted Boyfriend up, who clung onto his arms in surprise, and turned him around, forcing his legs apart across his lap. Boyfriend's face flushed a deeper red as Whitty wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close. Whitty wasn't cold.. he can produce his own heat. Boyfriend appreciated that, as he began to warm up just cuddling him.

Boyfriend would admit, he was kinda touch starved. That would probably be why he was so quick to have sex with Pico.. It's also why he was so eager to show Whitty affection. That and there was no way the guy has never had a damn hug.

"Do you like this?" Whitty asked Boyfriend softly, and the smaller swallowed, then nodded. "Yeah it.. feels nice.. Do you like it?" He threw the question back, which Whitty didn't expect. That feeling again, in his chest this time. This is probably what Girlfriend meant. What it's like to like somebody. Or even love somebody. They made eye contact, and Whitty took his time to finally slow down and look. Boyfriend had such cute little cheeks.. He knew really nothing about societal body standards, but Boyfriend was nothing short from beautiful. His smooth, milky white skin, and the red hot blush that dusted across his cheeks, and his little button nose.

Most people wanted blue eyes, or green eyes, or eyes that change color, but Boyfriend's pitch black irises held more emotion than he's seen in anyone else's. "Yeah.." Whitty smiled, hugging the male tighter. "I really like it."

Boyfriend laughed a little, his own arms wrapped tightly around Whitty's torso, honestly trying to get as much warmth as he could get.

They hung around the area for a good few hours, cuddling the entire time of course, watching the sun move around in the sky. Boyfriend took it among himself to talk to him about how big the world is, and just how many things were on this planet. He saved the 'We're on a giant rock floating in space" talk for another day. He didn't want him to have an existential crisis so soon.

It was around five in the afternoon when they decided to start making their journey back home. Whitty felt enlightened, happy, and.. safe. Boyfriend wasn't the scariest looking dude, he certainly wouldn't be able to protect them if something were to happen. Whitty didn't mind though. He.. loved him? For who he was. He's done so much for him already, now he's gonna do stuff for him in return, and show him how much he appreciates him.

"You wanna stop and eat somewhere? I'm kinda hungry." Boyfriend put a hand on his growling belly, and Whitty hummed in thought. "If you can afford it." Boyfriend playfully glared up at him. "I told you not to worry about money with me." He gently punched his hip, but winced as his hand connected with literal fucking metal. Right, mostly robot. "That's what you get for not letting me worry about your financial situation." The taller laughed lightly, beginning to walk ahead as Boyfriend stood behind to recuperate.

"You fucken-" Boyfriend began to retort, but soon couldn't really hear much. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his body hurl itself backwards. He tumbled across the pavement, seeing nothing but white for a good few seconds. Inhaling a gasp, he opened his eyes and looked up at the slightly cloudy sky. What the fuck was that?? All he could hear was a high pitch ringing, which could mean..

He quickly looked down in front of him, his eyes wide with fear. "Whitty?? No no, Whitty!" Whitty's body lay unmoving on the pavement some ways from him. His voice was muffled in his own head. What happened?? Can he just explode at random?? He scrambled over to him, examining his headless body. He's exploded before, but there was an indicator for when he would explode. His fuse wasn't lit this time. What.. What caused it??

They weren't too far into the city, just enough for the lower income houses and some empty lots to be visible. "Jesus christ.. I-It's okay Whitty, it'll be okay, fuck.." He whimpered out softly. He did all he could, lifting his body by the arms and beginning to carry him out of the open. They sat behind some random building, the ground littered with trash and dirt. It smelled pretty bad, but that didn't matter now.

What mattered was that Whitty woke up safe and sound.

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nite-shay · 4 years ago

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Surprise! (Kirishima Eijirou x Reader)

Funny little idea I had. Reader finds out she is prego and wants to surprise her hubby with the news :)

A/N: Nothing really. Charters are aged up. Female pronouns used.

Hope you enjoy it and sorry for typos, grammar and spelling errors! :)

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You were practically floating through your local market store's aisles, humming has you picked up items on your list.

Today was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and nothing could ruin your mood.

Not even the grumpy old lady blocking our path, complaining to a stock boy about ketchup prices could bring you down!

Any why might you ask?

Because today you got the best news in the world.

A few days ago, you went to your local clinic. You'd been feeling rather tired here lately and even a bit nauseous. You honestly thought nothing of it and just figured you had a stomach bug that'd been going around.

Image your surprise when the nurse on the other end of the phone informed you that you were not sick, just pregnant.

It took a few seconds for the information to process, but the moment it does. Oh boy! You screamed and cried in pure joy to the poor, probably now partially deaf nurse on the other end.

After many thank yous and a few apologies, you practically hung up on the women wanting to call your husband imminently.

You tried him on his cell and on his desk, but he must have been out on patrol. Meaning you wouldn't hear from him until much much later in the day

Damn.

That burst your bubble, but that just gave a chance to be... well, creative in your news delivery method. You'd spent the last few hours researching and watching videos in the theme of 'Surprising the father baby announcements.'

And boy, oh boy, did you get some ideas! Too many ideas! But you settled on one method in particular.

You smiled as you made your way over to the produce section.

Ah-ha! There's an item on your shopping list.

You reached out and grabbed two bags of baby carrots before tossing them into your cart.

It would be a night your husband would never forget!

Later that night...

Let me start off by saying this. You love your husband. Very very much.

Your husband, Kirishima Eijirou, is the most wonderful man on the planet. He is an amazing and loving husband. He is also an amazing hero. Ranked one of the best in Japan and one of the friendliest. The man is a literal saint who against all odds befriended Bakugou for goodness sake! You love him more than life itself.

Your husband is a lot of things but currently, you can only think of one way to describe your husband. In the words of the blonde explosive best friend, 'he has rocks for brains'.

Bless your husband's heart some days, he can be denser than his skin in his unbreakable form.

You expected him to overlook some of the food you made, BUT NOT EVERY FUCKING THING!

You made a spread of baby-related foods that could give a buffet restaurant a run for their money. You had it all, baby carrots, baby spinach, baby artichokes, baby corn, baby back ribs, fingerling potatoes, a cornish hen, deviled eggs, popcorn shrimp, you had it all! Hell, you even dropped a 'bun in the oven reference'. Twice!

But did he see the pattern?

Nope!

His only response was to stare/drool at the food and said, 'wow hun, if I'd known you be making this much food, I'd have invited Amajiki and Togata over'. Later on, he commented on how Fatgum would be jealous of the amazing food he's going to have for lunch tomorrow'.

While you appreciate the comments on your cooking. You could have strangled at that moment.

Dense. Very dense.

You chanted in your head while he pigged out, 'I love the father of my child, and I will not beat him over the head with chicken' over and over for most of dinner.

As the night continued, you realized after watching both 'Boss Baby' and 'Storks' that you would have to take drastic measures to get it through his thick skull.

Tomorrow, you'd bring out the big guns!

Maybe you should get Mina involved…

The next day…

"Hey, Red! Wow, what's with all the food?" Fatgum shouted as he watched the redhead placed another container on the table.

"(Y/N) went overboard last night and made a feast! We had a lot of leftovers, so I brought some of them in. Want some?"

"You bet I do! I love her cooking! You really lucked out!"

"Yeah, I did! I have no idea why she made so much food, but I'm ain't complaining!" He flagged over Amajiki, who just walked into the breakroom. "Hey, Amajiki! Join us!"

"T-thanks…." He shuffled over and eyed the spread of food on the table. "Um… Kirishima… was yesterday a special day or something for the two of you?"

"No, I don't th-WAIT" Kirishima had a moment of panic before checking his phone. "Nope. Our anniversary isn't for another few months, and her birthday was last month." He sighed in relief. "Man, Jiki, you can't do that to me. You bout gave me a heart attack." He took a bite of food. "Why'd ya ask anyways?"

"Well… it's just… this is a lot of food... And very...v-very… specific food that doesn't seem to go together, in a traditional sense…" The quiet man commented.

"What do ya mean?"

Fatgum took a second look at the food before his eyes went wide. "I-I think I see where you're going with this Sun.." He put down his bowl while his redhead appearance just looked cluelessly between the two. "So Red, what happened last night?"

"Nothing really. I came home, and she made this awesome food, we ate, watched a few movies and then went to bed." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Did she say anything about her day, or did she seem like she wanted to talk to you about something?"

"No. I mean, she said she had an awesome day but didn't really say what was so awesome about it. She looked great! Like… I don't know, she just… had this.. glow? Yeah, that's the word. She just seemed to be glowing! I mean, I'm not saying she wasn't attractive before! She's drop-dead gorgeous, but I don't know, here recently she's just been…. Wow…" Kirishima's features softened as he thought of his wife while Fat and Amajiki looked at each other. The older man's eyes lit up while the younger dark hair man gave a half-smile.

"H-has she been feeling ok?" Amajiki pressed.

"Yea-" He paused for a moment. "Well, she did say she wasn't feeling too good the other day and that she went to the doctor... She didn't say what they said, though.." He crossed his arms while he thought back. "Now that I think about it, she really didn't eat much last night, and I could have sworn I heard her throwing up this morning... But she just brushed it off when I asked about it…"

"Did she say what she thought was w-wrong?"

"No, she didn't. I even asked her if she wanted me to stay home with her today, but she said she'd be fine. She did promise me she'd take it easy." He almost jumped up. "You guys don't think she's getting sick, do you? I know there's been a stomach bug going around…"

"Oh, it sounds like she got bitten by a bug, alright!" Fat couldn't keep it in any longer as he gave the redhead a wide smile.

"Seriously? What do we do? Wouldn't the doctors have found out if she did? Do you think it was poisonous?!?!" Kirishima jumped up like he was ready to take off back home to tend to his 'sick' wife.

"Easy Red." Fat roared with laughter. "She'll be fine, but she's going to be feeling the effects of this for the next…. I'd say nine-ish months…."

"Huh?"

"Kirishima, I think you r-really need to go home and talk to your wife…" Amajiki interjected while Fat wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to control his laughter. Which he was failing at btw.

"Come on, guys! I'm freaking out here! Is (Y/N) ok?" The hero pleased with them trying to get a straight answer.

"Eijirou?" Every head in the room twisted in your direction as you stood in the doorway.

"(Y/N)! You're here! Are you ok? You haven't seen any weird spiders or anything around, right?" Kirishima rushed over to you as you made your way into the breakroom. You'd heard Fatgum laughing from down the hall and figured your husband was too far away.

"Spiders? Wait, what?"

"Fatgum thinks you might have been bitten by a bug! How are you feeling? Do you need a doctor?"

"Honey. Sweetie. I'm fine, I've already talked to the doctor." You chuckled as you tried to soothe your frazzled husband.

"You have? That's great! What did they say?"

"Well…" You trailed off. This wasn't going as planned. Your plan was to visit him in his office and surprise him with the little gift bag in your hand; from there, you hopped, he'd get the picture. The top item was a cute little 'I'm a riot' Red Riot baby onesie you in the merch store down the street. The next was a mini-set of red baby crocs. If he didn't get it at that point across, your last resort was the medical report from the doctor's office, showing that you were, in fact, pregnant. You made sure to highlight it, just to be safe.

"I'm afraid you're just going to have to be blunt about it (Y/N). He's really not getting it. Congratulations btw the way!" Fatgum was chuckling slightly still as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"S-sorry if we mess anything up…" Amajiki mumbled apologetically.

"Thanks! And don't worry about Amajiki, it's fine! This works out better anyway!" You smiled over at the two before turning your attention back to the love of your life.

"Congratulations? Wait, what don't I get? Babe, please tell me what's going on". The worry in his eyes nearly broke your heart.

"Honey" You grabbed his face with both hands and made him look you right in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

His body stilled, and his eyes were wide. He just stood there staring at you for the longest time; you swear you could almost see the little hamster in his head go flying off its wheel and pinball around his skull.

"Eiji? Did you hear me?" No response. He didn't even seem to be breathing. "I think I might have broken him." You glanced over to the older man in yellow before returning to those crimson orbs.

You were honestly starting to get worried at this point. Was he just shocked? Was he happy... or... did he not want it? Finally, though, he seems to come back to his senses.

Blink. Blink Blink. Deep breath in. Blink. Blink. Deep breath out.

"Y-Your…..preg...p-pregnant….."

"Yes. I'm pregnant." You choked a little up as it finally seemed to sink into that thick lovable skull of his. However, his expression didn't waver, and you still couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.

"I'm… going to be a dad?" You could feel him start to tremble beneath your hands.

On no.. he doesn't...

Your eyes started to water, but you try to keep your smile in place. "Y-yes. You are..".

"I'm going to be a… dad?" It was taking everything you had not to break down then and there

But then.. it happened.

You watched as his face lit up with the biggest grin you had ever seen. His eyes glistened with tears until they streamed down his cheeks. "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!!!!" Your pretty everyone on the whole floor heard his declaration, and before you knew it, you were being dragged into a tight hug and swung around the room.

For the next hour, the two of you laughed, cried, and went around the ENTIRE building so your husband could tell everyone the news. Afterward, you showed him your little gifts, and that caused another trip around the building so he could show off the baby items and, much to your embarrassment, the test results.

Fatgum quickly realized that nothing else on the planet would get the red headed hero to focus on work right now, so he let him have the day off to celebrate.

After a round of visiting and phone calls to friends and family, the two of you were finally home. The moment the two of you were in your home, he pulled you to your bedroom for the most intense cuddle section you had ever had.

"I'm... going to be a dad…" He whispered while gently rubbing your belly where.

"Yes. Yes, you are." You couldn't help but grin and give him a slow sweet kiss, which he gladly returned.

"God, I love you so much…"

"I love you too. "

"Promise me one thing…" Suddenly his gaze narrowed as he looked you in the eyes with a serious expression.

"Anything…" You shifted, a little nervous in his abrupt mood change.

"If... If.." He swallowed hard.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Now you were worried.

"If I'm ever that stupidly dense again, please, PLEASE, knock some sense into me!" You burst into a fit of laughter while he just pokes his lip out in a pout. "I'm serious! Get someone, anyone to knock me into next week! Tetsu, Bakugou, Hell call Midoriya! After everything I missed, I deserve a Detroit smash upside the head!"

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georgesbestieboo · 3 years ago

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Confessions Pt 1.

Hello my loves! few things before we get started!

The pairing you will read here is an original character of mine with Bucky. She is the biological sister of our beloved Natasha Romanoff, was also put in the red room but later than Nat since she is a couple years younger. Also, the timeline is the comic timeline just to make it a bit more interesting, meaning, Natasha was born in 1928 and Calina, (My OC) was born in 1934 but since the Widows carry their age VERY well Nat will remain the age she appears in the movies and Calina will appear to be 26.

Summary- Bucky and Calina have reunited years after they were the red room lovers, can they become lovers once more or will fear get in the way?

Warnings- A bit about self doubt/disliking body, mentions of torture nothing explicit though, slight swearing, possible spelling and grammar errors (I did check but there are always those things that slip past you)

Calina was not one to party, she would rather spend her Friday nights curled up in her bay window, a fuzzy blanket draped across her lap, a good book clutched tightly in her hands and a warm cup of chamomile tea steaming on her night table. But no. Being an Avenger meant getting dragged to all the famed, insane, and overwhelming parties of Tony Stark and to be honest she hated them. The earsplitting music, the drunk, sweaty bodies pressed together, the...the people, it scared her shitless. Alas, here she was getting dragged to the mall with her best friend and sister Natasha Romanoff in search of a party dress.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” The redhead promised, pouting her lip as she held open the department store door.

“I don’t know Nat…” Calina trailed off eyeing the endless racks of sparkly dresses that certainly were not her. “You know this isn’t, me” The assassin’s eyes just about bugged out her head as she pulled a dress with such a plunged neck seeming like it was barely attached. Natasha instantly swatted the thin material away, taking her hand as she led her towards the back.

“It used to be though,” She winked “Remember those days, Lina? Partying till dawn, drinking so much we’d see the stars, and-oh!” A short but joyous laugh escaped both lips as they thought about the nights they had spent after they had eventually both escaped the Red Room.

Calina’s laughter soon died out and her face became serious, “Yes, but, that was then. This, this is now”

“Oh don’t be such a sourpuss”

“I am not a sourpuss, ew you sound like Alexi”

Natasha shuddered.

***

“Absolutely not” Calina declared the second she slipped the dress over her body.

“Oh come on!” Nat sighed from the corner of the fitting room. They had been at this for almost 2 hours, every dress tried on ending up on the same, ever-growing pile of fabric on the floor. “This one looks good!”

Calina shook her head hearing none of it. “Nope, nope, nope. It’s too…” Her fingers slid across the scratch rime stones. “Glittery”

“Glitter is nice though!”

“And it’s so…” Her eyes trailed over her exposed figure in the mirror, her hands coming up to cover the neckline dip that reached her stomach. “Low”

“And that’s hot, so I don’t see the problem”

Turning to face her sister Calina crossed her arms, “Why can’t I just wear one of your dresses?” She whined “You have like, a million”

Natasha stood, scoffing. “One, you never wear a dress twice, and two, we need a dress that hugs your beautiful curves perfectly,” She pretended to make an hourglass outline of Calina’s body with her hands, the spy rolled her eyes. “I wanna make Barnes drool when he sees you”

Ah, the truth comes out.

“I knew that’s what you were trying to do!” Calina yelled, pumping her fist back. “I knew there was an ulterior motive!” The older woman smiled shyly,

“You got me, but hey! In my defense you and Barnes flirting with each other all the time and neither of you doing anything is annoying, I just wanna give you two a small push”

“We do not flirt all the time”

“Yeah, yeah you do”

“Молчи” Slipping out of the uncomfortable dress and breathing a sigh of relief she couldn’t help but groan, her eyes taking in all of the discarded clothes. “This isn’t going to work, Natalia, I look horrid in all of these” She squeezed her stomach as she stood before the mirror in her bra and underwear, her fingers pinching away at her skin, wishing it hugged her body tighter. Natasha’s heart clenched as she watched her sister doubt herself, something she had hated The Red Room for taking the idea of beauty from her mind. They had taught her that she would never be pretty, that she would never be enough, that she could never be loved. What hurt, even more, was knowing that her beloved sister still was haunted by those teachings. Those words constantly hiding in the shadows, waiting for a crack in her walls just to seep in and poison her mind. She slowly approached her sister, carefully pulling her hands away from her stomach and holding them tight.

“You are beautiful,” She whispered “Inside and out. Don’t let them control your head” Handing her the last dress they had left to try on she gave a small smile “Just try this last one on and if it doesn’t work, then I won’t make you go”

“Fine” Slowly taking the dress from her sister’s hands she began to step into it, the silky material sliding snuggly up her body as she wriggled her hands through the thin straps. She heard Natasha gasp but she couldn’t bring herself to look in the mirror.

“Look up младшая сестра, you look beautiful. This is the one”

“Are you sure?”

The woman chuckled, “Yes now hurry up and look”

So she did.

And my god did her heart flutter.

She actually looked pretty.

The dress was a deep sapphire blue, with cross material over her chest showing a bit of her stomach. The neckline dipped just enough to show the curve of her breasts but not too much as to make her uncomfortable. The dress was satin and tight, the shiny material clinging to each and every curve making her actually like her body for the time being. It stopped about mid-thigh a bit shorter than she preferred but everything else was perfect so she could let it slide for one night.

“I like it” Her eyes were bright with excitement, something her sister had not seen in her the other in a while. “I think James will like it too” She added sheepishly attempting to hide the heat that went to her cheeks.

“Ha! I knew it! You still like him!” Nat danced around the small dressing room triumphantly.

“Okay, okay, don’t make such a big deal about it” Calina huffed. “Of course I still like him” Her mind wandered to the first time she had met Bucky, long ago in the Red Room, the soldier teaching her many ways to kill. Romantic, I know. But it was more than that, at the time he was The Winter Soldier, yes but he had a soft spot for the ballerina. Disobeying his strict orders to sneak in and see her during the night, spending it under the moon talking about everything and anything, sharing light kisses. It didn’t last long though, soon the authorities found out, ripping her soldier from her grasp. As the years went on she never forgot about the handsome, yet the broken man she met once upon a time. They didn’t meet again until the day on the bridge where he attacked everyone but her to find out later that he had recognized her instantly giving Hydra a run for its money as he tried to get back to her.

Once they were reunited she knew she had her James back. While the road to trust and recovery was rough, she was by his side the entire time, holding his hand as they walked back from hell, getting through their ongoing trauma together. Calina’s feeling resurfaced, and the team knew his did too, but for two of the world, greatest trained assassins they were completely oblivious.

“No shit” Natasha smirked, pulling Calina from her thoughts. “Now, let’s go max Tony’s credit card with this dress and then get finish getting ready at the tower. Sound good?”

Finishing getting back into her street clothes that consisted of her over-sized jeans a sweatshirt of Bucky’s she had stolen months ago. Taking her sister’s outstretched hand a smile tugged at her lips. “Sounds good”

***

Bucky groaned as a knock echoed throughout this floor. Shuffling to open it he was met by Sam who had a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “I know something you don’t” He sung, pushing past the super soldier and plopping himself down in his living room.

“I don’t remember inviting you in” Bucky deadpanned, holding his face in his hands.

“-I just ran into Nat and Calina downstairs”

“Cool do you want a metal?” “Will you let me finish?! Goddamn” Sam snapped “Anyways, they’re getting ready for the party tonight. Keyword their, more than one, meaning Calina is actually attending tonight”

Okay, that caught Buckys attention. “Lina’s coming? She never comes to the party’s?” He would know. Every time Tony threw a party, Bucky would always bring her up a plate of food, staying with her for dinner but eventually getting dragged back down to mingle by Steve even though he wanted nothing more than to stay with the girl.

“I know, crazy right? You should totally make your move tonight, man!” The Sergeant glared at Sam.

“Why would I do that?”

“You flirt with her all the time. You’re always touching her. You follow the woman around like a lost puppy-”

“Do not”

“-You guys have such strong chemistry anyone in the world could see it and-and! Not to mention, you guys dated before, right, in the Red Room?”

He grit his teeth at the mention of that cruel place, thinking back to the torture they had to endure. “I’m not sure if you could call it dating, we didn’t do dating in the Red Room.”

“But you loved her then?”

“Of course I did” He sighed, running a tired hand through his unruly hair. Calina Romanova was his light, his steady, constant shining star. The person he fought for, the reason he even lasted as long as he did, the reason he never gave up because after all the memory wiping sessions, her smile was always in the back of his mind.

While he had forgotten everything, even himself, he never forgot the time they spent together, hoping, praying, he could hear her laugh one more time. And after 36 years, he finally could.The weight of all he had done lessened as she ran to him just before Steve had reached his apartment, he remembered it like it was yesterday.

**Flashback**

She stood in his kitchen, the Widow suit he knew oh so well clinging to her skin as her fingers skimmed over his dusty table. “Hello James” She had whispered, her familiar accented voice standing up the hairs on his back. She stood to face him, her bright blue eyes boring into his as she smiled softly. “I’m not here to hurt you. You and I were...friends long ago I-I’m not sure if you remember me but-”

He couldn’t believe it

“Солнышко” The nickname he had not used in so long rolled off his tongue like he used it every day since they last parted. He couldn’t help but grin as the girl who danced around his dreams stood before him. Slowly, he approached her, his right arm reaching out to cup her face as if to check if she really was here and not just one of Hydra’s evil tricks. “Is it really you?” A tear slipped down her cheeks as a laugh bubbled throughout her chest. “You remember me” Bucky pulled her to his chest, the woman instantly responding by wrapping her arms around his torso tightly, afraid to ever let go. They held onto each other as if the world around them was crumbling down, after all these years they were finally able to hold one another again, tears stung in both of their eyes as they crushed each other into the embrace. “Of course I remember you, Calina” He murmured into her hair, breathing in the scent of Cherry Blossoms and crisp fall nights he had oh longed for. “I’ve missed you” He admitted.

“And I, you”

Then of course Steve Rogers had to burst in with the whole German Special Services on his ass, but ever since then, she hasn’t left his side. His soulmate was placed back into his life.

**Flashback ended**

“Yo, Buck, you still with me” The man shook his head, attempting to shake away the memory seeping to the front of his mind.

“Yeah, sorry”

“It’s good, but you really should talk to Cal, its getting annoying watching you two make goo-goo eyes at each other and not do anything about it. So either you say something or I will” He warned, waving a finger as he dramatically excited the floor. “Oh, and you might wanna start getting ready!” He called from outside the door. Bucky rolled him but made his way to the dark blue suit he had laid out days before.

“Here goes nothing”

~~Translations~~

Молчи- Shut up

младшая сестра- Younger sister

Солнышко- My sun

A/N Okay! I think that went well, let me know what you think and leave a heart if you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading, part two should be up soon but I’m on Vacation, although I will try my best to update quickly. feel free to leave recomondations! Lots of love and know I’m so proud of you!

~Celeste

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danaduchy · 7 years ago

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NPCs about Seeds

Full script of Far Cry 5 (except cutscenes)

* What were those Seed brothers like? Can't imagine there's anything like a healthy sibling rivalry going on there. * John's the baby of the Seed family. His brothers turn a blind eye to his more sadistic indulgences. * Joseph and John show why it's hard to have a family business. Money and blood mix weird. Even when you're not tryin' to be a messiah. * When you escaped the bunker... John didn't say it... but you could see it in his face. Failure. Things got worse from there... Like he was trying to make up for something. Prove to his brother he could... * Kim and I used to throw these weekend BBs. Open invite. All you had to do was bring something. If you can believe it, the whole Seed family came once. They brang watery mac and cheese. I shoulda knew they were monsters when they did that. * John's on edge 'cause his brother-Father is getting' cranky. What a fucked up sibling relationship those two got. * Maybe John will go crying to his "father". I wanna see Joseph give John a spanking. * Joseph's pissed the hell off. I hear John's sweating like a piggy. * Word's out - Joseph's had it with John. That little punk is backed into a corner now. * Good thing for us John and Jacob haven't sorted out their brotherly nonsense. I mean if we're lucky, they'll just take each other down. If not, well, I'm going to keep some grenades around with John's name on 'em, eh? It's comin' to a head man. * Says somethin' that Joseph didn't save his brother. Family really doesn't mean shit to these people. * Wonder what Daddy Seed is feelin' right now. Oh. Shit. What if he WANTED John dead? Fuck man, I can't think about the big game. We did it here. We kicked ass. That's gotta matter. Okay that’s what I'm telling myself. Yeah, that’s it. * I'm just sayin': If I was Joseph and I had the ability to see into future occurrences, I woulda warned my boy John that he was gon' get murdered... and made some good bets. * I'm sure it's only a matter of time before Joseph tries to spin John's death to his own advantage. * John Seed never had the Father's full confidence, what I heard. But the Joseph loves little sister Faith, and gave her everything her twisted heart desired. * Jacob always tried to look out for his little brother. Imagine what he's gonna do when he finds out you killed him.

* John was always the runt of the Seed family. I'm not surprised that you were able to get him. But I gotta warn you, Jacob's a whole lot meaner than his little brother. * Joseph adopted Faith into their family. She's going to be madder'n a wet hen that you killed her brother John. * John liked to throw his weight around, tryin' to prove how strong he was. Jacob knows he's strong. His actions are more controlled, and he's a lot scarier for it. John was always super emotional, but Jacob's buttons won't be so easy to push. * All this could have been avoided if only a mid-level cable channel gave the Seed family the reality show they deserved. * You know, if any of these Seeds ran for office, they'd win in a landslide. Mind control charisma just oozes off of them. * Come to think of it, the Seeds work just like a political office. You got Joseph, the mayor, and John, Jacob and Faith as his city councilors. It's no wonder they forced me and my people out of office - they already knew how to play the game! * Each of the Seeds has their own bunker. They call them “Gates”. * Know how I sniffed out Eden's Gate's bullshit early on? Only the Seeds were allowed to be angry, everybody else had to be calm--even though we all had our asses in that church because we were mad at the same shit too. But now everybody gets to be angry, 'cause it's a weapon pointin' where the Seeds want it. Protect the project. Transparent motherfuckers.

John

Resistance

* John's always been obsessed with the people in Fall's End. And with Mary May in particular. * Deep down, I think John wants to die. That man has scars that run deep. * John's got a particular ritual he sticks to. You get marked with a video, then you get dunked in the water. When John wants you found, he doesn't stop. Ever. * Nowadays, if you're caught huntin’, John Seed'll have ya' killed. * John's got people getting baptized all across the valley. In rivers, creeks, hell, even in puddles. * John scrawls a fucking tattoo on your chest, then flays you the fuck alive. He nails it to a wall. * If the peggies wanted a heap of food, why didn't they drive a ways to the wholesale club and take that over? Everythin' would be canned and ready for them instead of still in the ground. You can tell John Seed never had to raise a kid. * The cult takes people and then sorts out where they go. Whoever John doesn't keep, he sends to Jacob. Or Faith. * John really puts the dick in dictator. The fucker just loves calling and leaving answering machine messages, too. * John's always wearing a key around his neck. He calls it the key to paradise. I don't wanna know what it unlocks. * I'm pretty sure the family that used to own this farm is long gone. John Seed made an offer. They refused. That's that. * This fertilizer company was bought by John Seed a long time ago. They ran it as a legit business. * This one guy, Les Doverspike. House is northwest. He thought he could prepare for everything... Din't count on... JOHN SEED'S LAWYERING SUPER POWERS! In the blink of an eye, Eden's Gate owned Les' land, bunker, arm, leg, dingleberries, ....EVERYTHING! * I've heard some pretty brutal stories about what happens when John wants you to confess. * The peggies had to have planned all this way ahead of time - they're harvestin' at record speed. I guess they had little meetings... John probably hunkered over his map gettin' a hard-on for the sound of his own voice. Hm... now there's a thought... * The thing that always bugs me about John Seed is, who goes to a lawyer that’s tatted up more than a gangbanger? * You're attractin' a lot of attention, especially from John Seed. John's paying special attention to you. * John wants you real bad. Have you considered maybe he's in some kinda love with you? He oughta killed you like two or three times already but he's playin' cat and mouse. Just sayin', if you find yourself alone with him maybe a good long somethin-or-other could save our necks. * Man, that John, he sure does have a hard on for you. So I'm thinking, you guys should probably just fuck and uh get it over with. * I bet you John gives the best spankin's. Sorry I know that's messed up. What can I say, he brings it outta me. I'm just sayin' maybe we don't kill John is all. Seems a waste of a perfectly good set of buns. * Before you, John never lost his cool. You're driving John literally crazy. * I drank with Joey Hudson back in the day. She doesn't take shit from anyone. John's gonna eat her alive. * I know how these things go, man. Deputy, you better keep skeleton keys and wire cutters and a swiss army knife and anythin' that'll get you outta a hogtie on you at all times, because John is gonna truss you up like a dinner turkey real soon. * Always thought there was somethin' kinda twisted about John. * John the Baptist is an amoral predator, end of story. * John Seed's not gettin' what he wants, so he's pitchin' a fit. * Keep an ear out for John's fucken' plane. He loves buzzin' around in that hunk of shit. * I've known men like John Seed before. Real charismatic. They'll sell ya poison and convince ya it's a health tonic. He'd fit in real nice in Washington... * I had one conversation with John Seed and I knew! I knew... He masks his words as guidance, but deep down there is a selfishness that could only come from pure evil. * John Seed's a piece of shit. When news spread that I was expecting, that scumbag spread rumors that HE was the biological father of my baby. I don't know if he was trying to create a wedge between me and Nick or if he was just doing it to laugh at us. * I hear John Seed was a lawyer or something. Used the rules to buy up stuff in the Holland Valley. The cult must have been running damage control already, because think of what a story that'd make. Unless we're already all tapped out of giving a fuck about the shitty economy and its parasites. Huh. Yeah. He's same old, actually. Same fucking old. * I remember the first time John Seed set foot in this bar. I'm wiping down counters and Ma's countin' the till when I hear her bark, 'What the fuck do you want?' I look up and he's standin' in the doorway. Eyein' me like I'm a meal. Some people 'round here said give the Seed's a chance. I knew they were bad news from the start. * Eden's Gate took this town right from under us. They started buying up all the land, forcing business to shut down and foreclosing on homes.... My parents and me fought back, but John wanted this bar. Told 'em he'd have to pry it from our cold dead hands. So, the cult paid off the county and made it illegal to transport alcohol. We fought back with lawyers, but those leeches bled us dry, too. * Whenever there's a neighbor in need, everybody around here pitches in. A couple days after we told some people I was pregnant, we got all this secondhand baby shit from everybody. John Seed stole all of it the next day. * Heard Pastor Jerome had you saving people from being kidnapped. John Seed did that to me. The fucker made me think he was going to torture me, too. Had me wait in a room for half a day thinking he was going to do it. All that fucker did was give me one of those ink jobs. It was messed up. * John Seed is just a man. He seeks glory and riches. He immersed himself in a sea of self-aggrandizement. He pounds pulpits. He professes principals he neither believes nor practices. He stokes fear. But he is just a man. * Before you came along, John Seed kidnapped me. He has his way of getting a person to say things. It's not about my words. It's about what's in his head. When he was done, I was beaten, toed in the woods, and left to die. * A long time ago, in peaceful times, I asked John Seed what was driving him. He gave me so many answers. All of them lies. * John Seed is a cruel soul who can't be reasoned with. He enjoys making people suffer. * John and the Peggies are taking everything and everyone that ain't nailed down. Even then they just come with crowbars. * After you're marked for baptism and dunked in the fucking river, John drags you to his bunker. God save us from whatever he does in there. * There must be a reason John almost drowns people in the baptisms. It's a power play but there's more to it. * If John really wanted to, he could wipe Fall's End off the map. He's toying with the people there, like a sadistic cat. * John's got a singular mind. Dug up from a serial killer's grave, but still, singular. * There's something really wrong with John. I don't have a name for it but you can see it in that creepy smile of his. * When I first saw him on the cult's videos, John seemed pretty harmless. But when I met him in person, he made the hairs on my neck stand up. * John bought up all the businesses 'round here and promised us jobs but the only people who got work were cultists. * When John asks you for somethin', he's not really askin'. He'll get what he wants from you one way or another. * John wants us all to say yes, but I think he actually really likes it when they say no. Gives him an excuse to get mean. * Anyone who doesn't confess to John gets killed and put on display as a warning to others. It's inhuman. * John doesn't just mark people with a sin, but their houses too. You can see his calling cards all over the valley. * I got a package from John Seed the other day. // What was inside it? // A note that said I was favored and that if I admitted to my sin, I'd be cleansed. * What does John Seed do exactly...? // He messes with your head. Asks you questions. Makes you say shit you don't want to be saying. I... I really don't want to talk about it. * John was right, we all do have one sin that tends to run our life. In a weird way maybe he did give us a second chance. * My old house was a piece of shit. It would creak at night, so bad I thought for sure some boogie man was coming to get me every night growing up. // Heh, aw, that's cute. // Yeah. John gutted and burned it to a crisp last week. * Okay, I need to lighten the mood. This is unbearable. // Oh Lord. // John Seed is so uptight, he takes a ruler to bed to see how long he sleeps. // I'm not in the mood. // John Seed is so uptight, he fell down a coal shaft and found a diamond in his ass a week later. // Okay that's pretty good. * You seen that John guy? Most aggressive grin I ever seen on a human being. Like a chimpanzee before it bites ya. // God what a creep. // I hate to think what kinda life he's come from. // Who gives a shit? He's evil. // What makes a guy that evil though? // It doesn't matter. There are loads of people out there with troubled pasts but they manage not to run an apocalypse murder cult. * Not like John was the peak of sanity before, but he's going straight up coo-coo bananas with all you're doin'. * Sounds like Broseph's mad! Ouuuu, family probs! John's like that little brother who gets held down and farted on, and then curls into a ball and cries. * One thing about John -- the more you ruffle his feathers, the angrier he gets. He can't deal with embarrassment; being made to look bad. He'll start sending out search parties to grab people like us, so we gotta stay frosty. * John's lustin' for a dogfight with you, huh. I bet that kid jerked it to Top Gun or something and now it's the only way he can get a stiffie, is in a dogfight. If you have to kick the bucket I hope that's one of your last thoughts, its a good one. * John's playin' a strange game with you. Dunno what's worse, that sometimes he seems to want you dead, or sometimes he seems to want you alive. * John's no better than his brother's dog, and we all know what needs doin' to a mad dog. * John's huntin' you like an animal. He catches you, you're probably gonna join his other trophies on his wall. * Hey dep, I just wanna say I'm sorry, I heard John's got a partner of yours It's gotta be scary, you know. Probably heard about how John cuts people up and knows all these pressure points and can make you feel pain beyond anything you ever imagined. Anyways don't think about that. I'm sure... I'm sure she's fine. She'll be alright. * Was John dead behind the eyes when you met him? It's not my imagination, there's no soul back there. * I heard there's no spare key for the bunker prison. Just one for John. Control freak. * John Seed, what a fuckin' self-absorbed dick, huh? You just KNOW he jerks off in the mirror, and marvels at his fuckin' facial expressions. * That's John Seed's Ranch. I heard he loved hiding in that castle of his. * John had this place built just for him. Even got a hangar for his fucken' planes. * Look at this place. John's got the worst case of younger sibling syndrome I ever seen. * John's such a neat freak, it's inhuman. * Ugh. John Seed's temple to himself. Fucker's got a tennis court. I ain't never seen anybody play. Just another way he's a hypocrite. * I know everyone's got a bunker out here, but John's is ridiculous. * John's taste in home decor is... awful. * John's been stealin' the planes from all over the Valley. He keeps the best ones at the airstrip next to his ranch. * Of all the Seeds, I think I understood John the least. Inferiority complex, maybe? But he was a lawyer, he could have gone out and, I don't know, been a Wall Street megalomaniac. I guess economic murder isn't as satisfying as direct murder. * John made tattoos look real bad man, I'm glad he's six feet under. You gotta respect the ink. He didn't even learn a proper letterin' or font techniques or nothing, man. No way I'd have even trusted him to touch up my tramp stamp. * With John gone, Jacob will have a harder time building up his army. But he's already got a strong force at the ready.

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* John Seed's a funny guy. But not 'ha-ha' funny. * Dang, John's bunker is so luxurious. There's parts of this bunker that only John can access. * Deputy Hudson is one of John's "special projects". Every time John leaves here, he's got a big smile on his face. * John's got the only key to the deeper parts of the bunker. We really oughtta make a copy of John's key. What if he loses it? * John knows the human heart. He's been through a lot. It's why I trust him. * I wonder if John's place will survive the Collapse? * I could get in trouble for saying this, but it smells funny in John's house. * Haven't seen John here in a long time. He's super busy. * I knew John loved planes, but I didn't know he also loved boats. I bet John's boat costs more than my old house. * I've never seen Brother John on a boat, but I know he likes to get wet. * You think John fishes? * We need to keep this place tidy. You know how John gets with his baptisms. * Bet we're guardin' John's unreleased films. * I hope Brother John takes me for a plane ride someday. * John keeps all of his favorite things stashed in the hangar. * John wants the word Yes plastered all over this place. Gotta attract new brothers and sisters. * Taking this scrap metal is good forward thinking. John's left nothing to chance. He's a smart man. * Bet John'll be a king after the collapse. * If you're marked, John believes you can be saved. I didn't want to admit my sin at first, but John showed me how to accept it gracefully. * Feels weird turning those people into Angels. I mean, they worked in the store here with us. They cooperated. // Sure, they cooperated. But they were still sinners. There's no going back at a certain point, you know? John said that this was the only way to save them. * I know it's John's will, but...I don't like killing dogs. * John's made catchin' that deputy our top priority. Wonder why John wants the deputy alive. * That deputy's fixin' to get taken into John's special room. * John's relentless, that deputy don't stand a chance. * John's gettin' awful mad. I pity anyone who has to deal with him face to face. * I don't know what's goin' on in John's head, but it's embarrassing. * I thought John had control of things, but lately it feels like he's got no idea what he's doin'. * John's got that look in his eye, I almost feel bad for the people of Fall's End. * John will make everyone atone, even if it kills him. * John was right, they never saw us comin'. * John's so smart. Burnin' what we can't take, so people know they need us, spirit and body. * Last I heard from John, he was real angry. Never knew he had that amount of righteous wrath in him. * Pray you never see John lose his cool. // He never does. // He has though. Some sinner a while back had words with 'im. I couldn't hear exactly, but I heard 'em say the Father's name - I never seen John go so red so fast. // What'd he do? // Well he gets in his plane and wipes the sinner's property off the goddamned map. He rains fire on'em. They're scurryin' everywhere, screamin'. Like a magnifying glass on an anthill. * The Seeds lost a good brother in John. * Maybe John wasn't part of the plan? Maybe this is still what the voice told Joseph? * John's faith wavered, but mine's never been stronger. * I'll miss John's pep talks. * John did so much for the project. He can never be replaced. * John proved his devotion in blood. How can we do any less? * John was always larger than life, it felt like he was immortal.

Joseph

Resistance

* Joseph doesn't like it when his family goes off-book. * I know this is an unpopular opinion, but what if Joseph's right about the end of the world? * That's the first place Joseph ever built. Back when they pretended to be good. Joseph used to preach here. We could have saved us some trouble if we had just set fire to it years ago. * Joseph Seed and his whole family are like the politicians who ran this country into the ground. They sell ya hope and change and all these people buy into it thinking it's gonna be different this time. It ain't. Might as well be buyin' magic beans. * These people in Eden's Gate have been led astray. Joseph Seed claims he loves everyone. Wants them to know the truth. The truth is he preaches vengeance and sows lies. But the words of an evil man ring louder in the minds of the weak... * You know what really gets me? Cult leaders are usually always in it for the money. Just like a pyramid scheme. Joseph ain't like that. I keep tryin' to break this guy down into what he wants from people. If it ain't money, and it ain't sex, what the hell is it? * Joseph's a charismatic son of a bitch. I mean, you've heard him. The pitch. The tempo. The way the words roll off his gentle lips. His mannerisms. I mean he's been speech trained, probably more than any politician I've ever seen. That's how you know he's a government guy. * I know the people of this valley. They're good, hard workin' people. But in bad times, people get scared, start lookin' for someone to blame. Joseph Seed fed on that fear. Told folk the end of the world was coming. Lot of 'em believed him. Truth be told... way things are now? I sometimes wonder if he's right. Folks felt abandoned, grew weary, they needed our help. And we didn't listen, but Joseph Seed did. Joseph Seed wooed people. He told them EXACTLY what they wanted to hear. With those falsehoods, lies, his poison. It's driven a lot of good folks away from the righteous path. * I knew Joseph Seed was bad business when he wormed his way in here a few years back. I imagine the fucking mainstream media would paint us as two sides of the same coin, because they're either lazy or corrupt or both... But to me, it's simple: I'm willing to sacrifice everything for my family, while Joseph Seed wants to burn down the world for his. * Y'know, I had a dream last night that involved me, a bed, whips and chains, and Joseph Seed. Suffice to say there were a lot of conflicting emotions and sensations... * Did you have a vision? Faith dosed me with bliss, and I saw the Father come to me, personally, and tell me terrible things. * I have a lot of pity for Faith. Joseph is the true monster, manipulating that young woman into a weapon. * Who the heck is Faith, y'know? Joseph treats her both like his daughter and his sister. How much does she know? How influential is she? It's all twisted together. * I wonder how many other secret bunkers there are in the county? Joseph procured a whole missile silo and no one saw! * Faith came to Hope County to detox. Like tourism of hillbilly country for rehab. But Joseph took a shine to her and she was reborn. Hell, her real name ain't even Faith, but something rich, like Riley or Rachel. * Joseph believes in Faith. He's entrusted her with all manner of heinous activity out here. We need to take her out. * I can't see what kind of method to the madness Eden's Gate has goin' on. Three heralds of the Collapse? What are they even doin'? // They got a system. Faith sows, John reaps, Jacob... // Steps on your neck? // Deals in belief, I guess. // Nah, that's Joseph's job. He's the charismatic populist motherfucker. Jacob just wants to cull people. * Joseph's just a nobody from nowhere. How'd he get this many people behind him? * There was a time no western religious leader would be caught dead with a goddamned man-bun. Fuck I miss those days. Listen, I get that he's runnin' this big old cult and all but if you're gonna run a big old cult you gotta look the part! Long robe that's a weird color, like puce or something, stringy moustache, head shaved bald like a baby. Not like some kind of lovechild between a hipster and a country singer. * Joseph Seed's family is gone. He's gonna be vulnerable and running on emotion. He won't be thinkin' straight. If we're putting this to a vote, I'd say we close this chapter for good, as soon as possible.

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* The father's takin' a personal interest in those deputies now... Maybe his visions told him somethin'. * Joseph said that deputy is special. I wonder what he meant by that. * Despite everything they've done to us, I know Joseph would still forgive them. * We have to love the sinners. It's what Joseph would want. * It's been too long since I've seen our Father's face. * Joseph is a gifted songwriter. You haven't lived until you've heard Joseph sing this live. * I heard that the Father got the idea for the Judges in a vision. * Jacob might teach us to shoot, but Joseph guides our aim. * President Seed has a nice ring to it. Wonder if Joseph has political aspirations? * I see why Joseph liked this county. Plenty of silos for what we need to store. * Everyone knows Joseph will not tolerate idle hands. * The Father keeps all the best stuff for his Chosen. Leaves us the scraps. * After the collapse, we won't hear the Father on the radio anymore. * Joseph's disappointed in us, I can tell. We gotta do better. * I hope the Father doesn't take this out on us. * I can't imagine how Joseph feels now, with his brother gone. * With Jacob gone the Father has to have a backup plan for us. He has to. * Our Father was supposed to save us. Joseph wouldn't ever abandon us, would he? * Joseph will know what to do. I just have to find out where he's hidin'.

Jacob

Resistance

* We're in Jacob's territory now. Know how I know? Wildlife is scarce. I'm not one for hunting but this area in particular used to be home to quite a few species. They've either been driven away or taken in for experiments. It's sad. * Jacob Seed's in charge out here. He's ex-military, he's a combat veteran, and he's a psycho. * Faith was Joseph's favorite, but Jacob is his toughest soldier, bar none. * Jacob's got this Chair. He straps people in and breaks them down until their souls are gone. Then he controls their mind. Don't end up in that chair. * I know Jacob's the bad guy and all, but every bad guy thinks they're this misunderstood hero, right? Has anyone ever tried to just, you know, take him for coffee and talk to him? * Strippin' people of their mind and freewill to build an army for The Father, that ain't right. I still can't believe Jacob and Joseph are brothers. * The mind is the most dangerous weapon and Jacob knows that all too well. No one was really prepared for this. * I've seen him up close once and I'll tell ya' Jacob Seed is one scary motherfucker. * Jacob had one thing right. Things are only goin' to get worse and you gotta be ready for it. * I had a dream once that Jacob took me on a hunt. We shot some deer and he asked me to skin them. As I was cutting them open they changed... it wasn't deer. I... I don't think it was a dream. * Whatever you do, don't listen to the music. That's how Jacob gets you. * One of the first places Jacob took over is the old Veteran's Hospital. No one thought much of it at the time. * Careful. Jacob likes to play mind games with ya. * This was an animal sanctuary until Jacob took it over. Looks like he's got some freaky deaky shit goin' on. Jake-n-Bake Seed really had his fingers up in everything up here. * Jacob's completely insane. He's not even trying to hide what he's doing anymore. * Heard that Jacob has been doin' some weird stuff with animals over here... and not just wolves this time. * Jacob's been putting people in cages. Keepin' them there with no food or water for weeks! Almost better if they just killed you. * Eli worked on Jacob's special bunkers, did you know that? Turns out they didn't get along. Who would've thought? * No one is immune to Jacob's fucked up conversion. Once they hit you with that you ain't ever the same. * Jacob, he's knows everything that I'm thinking. He's got the key to my mind and he twists... and twists... and twists. * Jacob... his experiments... he takes us... owns us, speaks to us. He hears us. Jacob... he's in control. He controls everything. * Jacob knows how to get into your head. Twists things around so you don't know what's right anymore. * If Jacob can't find a use for you in his army, you become target practice for troops. * Be careful out there. Friends might not be friends anymore after Jacob's done with them. * I bet the Peggies got an armory here, too. I can't believe how Jacob got them so organized. * Jacob's using everything he learned in the military and twisting it to suit the needs of Eden's Gate. Son of a bitch is a poor excuse for a soldier if you ask me. As long as he's alive my Pops will be rolling in his grave, all bitter and mad. * Have to say, you've ticked Jacob off something fierce. * You wanna bet that Jacob had that three-wolf moon poster as a kid? I bet he was a cub scout, too. Now he's getting his badge for people-skinning and brainwashing. * I'm seeing a lot more choppers in the air. Looks like Jacob's using them to move troops and supplies. * You know, I was dumb enough to work for Jacob a few years back. Who you think built him all those Peggie bunkers? You think I saw any of this comin'? Hell no... * Jacob's new recruits gotta kill someone they care about, just to prove their loyalty. That's messed up on so many levels. * Jacob will be pied that you and the Cougars freed the Henbane River. He'll need a new source of soldiers. * Jacob sees himself as beyond the other so-called Heralds. He views his work as the most important, and that the others' purpose was to support him. * Jacob will break every bone in your body to convert you. He lives for pain. * Jacob would happily sacrifice everyone and everything in Hope County to feed Joseph's Collapse. He doesn't care about Faith. * Between John, Faith, and Jacob, I'd say our mind control freak is the worst. He makes people kill their own family. His own mind's twisted. He's a damn maniac. * I hear Jacob's looking everywhere for you. * You gotta save us from all this darkness. All this death. Jacob's losing it and he's out hunting down more people. He's gonna do anything for Joseph's plan to work. * Cult's got the wrong idea 'bout sacrifices. My neighbor killed his old man 'cause Jacob said so. For fuck's sake, you don't do that. * Jacob's gone nuts 'cause he lost a lot of his precious, mindless soldiers. I'd say it sucks even more to see our own teammates turned against us. * Jacob's pissed. That's new. He's always been the crazy type, but I'm afraid of what he'll come up with next. Stay sharp. * Using music to control people is so in bad taste, but Jacob's song pick, that's gotta say something about him. * How much do we know about this Jacob fella? He seems strong. Got a good setup going on... We ought to take some photographs of him or somethin'. Preferably shirtless... Y'know, for intelligence purposes. Know your enemy. * If Jacob he had an experienced woman in his life, this shit would not be happenin'. I'll take one for the team if it comes to that. Just don't tell Xander I said that. He'll get jealous. * I knew Jacob was trouble as soon as he showed up. I mean, did you see his face? It's all burned and twisted like his heart. * Jacob's got training grounds all over the place. I've seen them out there, shooting anything that moves. * I can almost understand why people follow Jacob. He's knows what he's doin', that's for sure. Mind you he's also a fucken' psychopath kind of a deal breaker for me. * Honestly, Jacob scares the shit outta me, even more than the Father. I've seen Jacob up close, I've looked him in the eyes they're empty, not a single shred of humanity anywhere. * Jacob's one sick fuck. Nailing up bodies? Burning people alive? That's just messed up. * You know what? I think Jacob's scared of Eli. That's why he's tried so hard to get him. * Jacob must be getting desperate and crazy. More troops out here than ever. * Jacob's plan worked. I tried to warn them. I told them not to go back. Jacob's going to win. He always wins. * Jacob was the big, mean, brute of the Seed clan. * Jacob was an example of how a vet can go bad without any help. Still glad he's dead of course.

Peggies

* Hope Jacob doesn't have another surprise inspection. Last one didn't go so hot. * Jacob asks for sacrifices from us all. I gave up my son just so I could understand the Father's pain. * Jacob can turn these animals into weapons for the Father, I've seen him do it. * Jacob calls those wolves of his Judges, 'cause that's what they do. If you're not worthy, they tear you to shreds. * Jacob takes us, molds us and lifts us up to realize our potential. Just like this Judge. Once, it was just a simple wolf. Then it heard the voice of the Father. Now look at it. Stronger, faster... a killer. That's what Jacob does, he makes us better than we were, because only the very best of us will pass through Eden's Gate and on to salvation. * Jacob has asked us to find more recruits for the Project. We have to make them see the light... by force if necessary. * Jacob taught me how to bring a boar down will one killshot. Now I just apply the same logic to sinners. Easy. * Trust nobody, that's what Jacob told us. * Last time I was here Jacob himself complimented me on my shootin'. * Jacob will whip the strong ones into shape. The rest of 'em won't survive training. Jacob sure puts you through your paces here. It's how he makes us strong. * Jacob only wants the strongest of any creature. * Some of the converts have a hard time losing their old notions, but Jacob has a way of getting them to see the light. * If you've ever been in Jacob's presence you know just how powerful he really is. * There is no way anyone would dare stand up to Jacob. They'd be dead in a second. * Jacob's got this county locked down. There's no way they're gonna take him out. * Jacob knows what he's doin'. If he says he's got this bastard covered, I believe him. You know Jacob. He's not gonna give up. * I hear Jacob is furious. We have to try harder. We can't fail the Father. * Jacob's not dead. There's no way. He's too strong to die. * The sacrifice of Jacob must be part of the Father's great plan; we must trust in him. * The guy who killed Jacob. He fucken' cheated. You know Jacob. There's no way he would've lost in a straight up fight. Can't do anything for Jacob, but we can make sure Pratt pays for letting that bastard get away. * Do you think this the father knew about all this? // Of course. It's all part of his plan. // Even losing Jacob? // Do you doubt the Father's visions? // No! Of course not.... it's just... the guys... they have questions.... // Questions? Now's not the time for questions! It's time for action! Do you want to die a sinner? // No! Or course not! // Then get back to your post. The Father needs us now, more than ever! * So what the hell are we going to do now? // What do you mean? // What do I mean? Jacob's dead! That's a pretty big deal, if you ask me. // We still have the Father. It's his plan after all. // Sure, but he had Jacob and the others to help. He can't do it all himself. // That's why we're here. We have to step up, do whatever is asked of us. We can't give up, not now. // Yeah, you're right. Especially with what's coming. // Exactly. Get back to your post, this isn't over yet.

Pratt

* Jacob's caught himself a Deputy. I think it's Pratt. Poor bastard, he's not gonna last a day in there. * Deputy Pratt always came off as a bit of a douchebag, but that doesn't mean he deserves what Jacob's doin' to him. * I'd sure hate to be that Deputy Pratt right now. Jacob's gonna rip him to pieces. He tried to arrest his brother for God sake. * Pratt's days are numbered. One of these days Jacob's gonna have him nailed up on some billboard or something just like the others. * I keep thinking about Pratt, and what Jacob's doin' to him. That poor man's brain's gonna be totally fucked. * Can only imagine what it's like to be left in a cage with nothing to eat for days. God, do you think that's what they're doing to that Deputy of yours? Poor bastard. * I don't think that Deputy's gonna live much longer. I hear Jacob's furious and you can be sure who he's gonna take it out on. * Next time you meet your friend Pratt, be careful. Jacob does things... to your mind... he might not be the same person you remember. Don't say I didn't warn you. * Can you fuckin' believe that guy? // Who? // The Deputy. Pratt. He was wanderin' around behind the cages. // What the fuck was he doin' there? // Who the hell knows. Jacob's probably got him off doing some shit. // Yeah, he's lucky to be able to put two words together after what Jacob did to him! // Seriously. Sometimes I think it's a mistake to put too much trust in these converts. You should come willing to the light, or be struck down. * I.. I was told to feed the Judges but I didn't know where their food was. // Jesus, Pratt. Does nothing stick in that brain of yours? Over there, where it's always kept. // Right! Th..thanks Phil! It won't happen again! // It better not. * I just want go out and hunt down the bastard that killed Jacob and beat them to death.//Don't worry. They'll be here soon enough. We've got their buddy Pratt down here. Pretty sure we're next on the list.//Aren't you worried? They were strong enough to take on Jacob...// Fuck 'em. With the number of guards we got here? They'd be crazy to try to take us on. * Good thing Pratt's out man. He was lookin' like a hipster in a bullfight man. * There's not much of the old Deputy Pratt left, Jacob made sure of that. Almost would've been better that he'd died in there. * Yeah, the Deputy might be free, but I won't say he's okay. No one is okay after they've been through the trials. No one. * Jacob sure did a number on Pratt. Not sure there's much of him left in there. * It's gonna take a while for Deputy Pratt to recover from this... if he ever does.

#far cry 5 #joseph seed #jacob seed #john seed #staci pratt #reference

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 years ago

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When The Wine Glass is Empty

So @simpsonjenna1

I got your prompt of Ares like poisoning MC and Alex watching her slowly die :’)). But guess what?? When I went to save the draft??? Tumblr just??? Deleted the submission???!?!!?!? So, sorry I don’t have your exact idea and such, but I think this was the basics? I really hope it was!! And sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this :(

And @megatraven Lookie👀

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Alex was sitting at their desk at work in the early morning hours. They knew that they shouldn’t be here this early, but they had to do something. Their mind kept wandering and they weren’t getting anywhere with sleep. Their mind was too busy focusing on the memory of Ares demanding MC to be his hero.

She was in the dojo, helping them interview people, and despite her calm, she got smart with Ares. He in return tried to attack her, and they obviously went to protect her, but she also reacted. She protected everyone in the room, overloading the power from her ring, and leading to her passing out. However, they all stood witness as Ares gave a snake like smirk at them and barked out a laugh.

“Yes. I want her to be my new hero!”

Their hand that was typing froze as hot anger flowed through them from the memory.

“How dare he even have the nerve to say such a thing.” Their voice was filled with anger because he knew that this would bug them, he knew that they held MC close to their heart, and he could never stop being cruel could he?

They let out a sigh and continued typing and looking through the database. They had to find a new hero, find more people, and do anything to stop him. And to stop their own mother. Their mother sided with Ares, told them that MC should be a candidate, even if she knew that she didn’t want to be. She was afraid of being his hero, afraid of him, and even they were afraid of him, despite all their anger. Yet, their mother sided with him, not even deciding to listen to them.

That’s what really broke them inside. They could handle Ares remarks, his cruelness, his mess that they had to clean up, but hearing their own mother not even listen to their pleas? Not even listen to the woman who is in danger? Their heart would always break when they thought of that moment of their mother siding with him. But they had to push it aside, they had to push so much aside, and work as hard as they can to end his search.

After a few hours of working, it became the afternoon, and their concentration was ruined when they got a call on the computer.

It was from their mother.

They took in a deep breath and answered the call.

“Hello, mother,” they greeted her, their tone sounding monotone. It didn’t carry the tone of happiness like it usually did, and their mother noticed this. She gave them a small smile.

“Hello, my hart. How is your work coming along?” Her voice was bright like it usually was and she sounded truly excited to see them, despite the tenseness that was between them. They loved when their mother called, but she never called out of the blue. Plus, they did just have a big argument.

“Stressful,” they breathed out. ‘Stressful’ didn’t even convey the emotions they were feeling, but they couldn’t tell her. Not now.

“I know dealing with Ares is stressful, and I’m sorry you have to deal with it.” She was finally addressing the topic of Ares, and she looked truly regretful, so their heart felt a little bit better. However, the sting from the argument was still affecting both of them.

“What is it that you called me for, Mother?” They wanted to get straight to the point, so they could continue to get this job done.

“Ares has said he wants to apologize to you and MC. He wants to meet you at Josh’s restaurant.”

Their face turned to one of anger and they were ready to refuse their mother, but she cut them off.

“Please, Alex.” Her voice sounded like a plea, and it was rare for their mother to sound like this, so they couldn’t refuse her.

They gave a sigh and looked down at the desk.

“I’ll go and try to be nice,” they said as they rubbed at their temples, trying to ease the already forming headache.

“Thank you, Alex. Whenever you’re done, come up here to see me, okay?”

They nodded and wished her goodbye. They knew she was trying to help, she always was. And they didn’t know the future, maybe he will actually apologize.

“Or maybe my mother’s forcing will make him act sorry,” they whispered out. They don’t know the truth, but they guess they’ll find out tonight.

That night, they go back to their apartment with MC and they both get dressed. Usually, they would be talking, joking, and being happy together, but they were quiet now. The fear and anxiety of the situation is hitting them in the face.

They suddenly feel MC’s arms wrap around them from behind. She gives them a comforting squeeze and they pause from buttoning up their vest. They lean into her comfort and let out a sigh.

“Alex, we’ll do this together and we’ll make it out alright!” Her voice was confident and bright, but they knew it was almost fake. His fear was even affecting her when he wasn’t around, and it was hurting them too.

They finish buttoning up their vest and turn around in her arms. They see her outfit and her makeup all put together for tonight, and a blush goes across their face.

“You look really good,” they say with a loving laugh. They loved how she looked no matter what, and it always caused them to blush and stutter. They just wish it was under better circumstances. However, they push it off and kiss her on the forehead.

“Let’s go and get this over with, shall we?”

She smiles and takes their arm as they leave.

They arrive at Josh’s restaurant and he greets them at the door. He gives MC a kiss on the cheek and gives Alex a firm handshake.

“It’s always good to see you two,” he said with a smile. Seeing him and being at this place would feel calm and it would put them at ease, but now it made them even more tense. Thankfully, however, there was a section completely empty. Almost no one would be able to hear them.

They thanked Josh and walked to their table and waited. They were both tense and they felt the anxiety rise with each minute. The only thing keeping each other slightly calm was the way they held each other’s hand. It was a tight grip, but a comforting grip.

After 30 minutes, Ares actually showed up. He was walking towards them and they felt the shift in the room. The air was heavy and their panic increased even more. Alex hated the effect Ares had on them, but they knew it was worse for MC.

They looked over at her as soon as he sat down, and they saw her face and saw fear. They knew she was trying to hide it, but it was hard around a Top Tier God. And after a split second, she put on a smile and squeezed their hand for support.

“Hello, Ares. It’s nice to see you,” she said, her voice wavering but still managing to be kind.

He looked at her and sized her up and down. That mere action caused Alex to tense up and narrow their eyes. It wasn’t necessarily jealousy, but they knew he was still thinking of her as his hero, and that caused them anger at anything he did. He then switched his attention to Alex and gave a fake smile.

“Well, it’s nice to see you here, Alex.” His voice sounded like a snake and it made Alex cringe on the inside, but they played nice.

“It’s nice to see you too, Ares,” they said through clenched teeth.

Ares noticed the affect on them and it caused him to smile wider, almost looking like the Cheshire cat. He just kept smiling and looked down at the table and noticed wine glasses.

“Oh! Why don’t we start this night off with one glass of wine?” His eyes were trained on MC’s and it made her uncomfortable. This time she couldn’t hide it. She squeezed Alex’s hand and took in a breath.

“I’m not sure about that. We just came here to talk, not really eat,” she told him, managing to be direct and firm. Alex was proud of her for pushing back that fear even if it was for one moment.

His face went sour, but it only lasted for a quick second.

“Why not just one drink? Call it a toast to putting things behind us?” This time, his eyes were on Alex. His tone was teasing and it just brought more uncomfortable feelings to the both of them.

Before they could say anything else, he called over a waiter and asked for some wine. However, not just any wine. He mentioned a special wine he left in with the kitchen staff. The waiter looked uncomfortable and a little worried, but left with the wine glasses. After only a few moments, they came back and Ares thanked them for the wine.

“This is the finest wine I’ve had in awhile. It was pretty hard to get it, you know?” He sounded proud, in a way, as he gave them each their own glass.

Alex and MC looked at the wine color and it matched Alex’s eyes. This was their favorite wine, and he somehow knew that.

Ares lifted his glass up in a toast and they followed suit, trying to be polite.

“To new beginnings.” He then began to drink and even though they were uncomfortable, Alex and MC drank as well. They both drank until the wine glass was empty.

And that was their mistake.

They put their glasses down and Alex noticed how Ares stared at MC. That wasn’t the first time since he came here, but something was different. It’s like he was expecting something to happen.

And then MC began to cough.

Alex looked over at her, and she kept coughing, and they knew it wasn’t a ‘normal’ cough. This cough sounded painful, then it sounded like she was choking, and then they saw her hand. She was holding her hand over her mouth, trying not to be too loud or impolite, but she pulled her hand back and the coughing stopped. But the panic began.

Her hand was covered in blood, and blood began to drip from her mouth as she coughed again. Alex went into an immediate panic and they tried to help her up to leave, but she couldn’t. It was like her body was shutting down. She was paralyzed, and Alex began to become paralyzed as well. The situation elevated so quickly.

They looked over at Ares and his smile was now cruel. The red in his eyes seemed to glow as he let out a little laugh.

“She can’t handle the wine?”

“What did you do to her?” Their voice was pissed and if they weren’t in public, their aura would be out and already attacking Ares.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just funny how a demigod and a mortal’s tolerance is different. And not just alcohol tolerance, but poison.”

Alex’s heart dropped and they finally realize how they feel as well. There’s no blood, no coughing, but their chest hurts, they feel a little weak, and now they knew what he came here for.

He came to kill her. If he couldn’t have his way, then apparently no one could could have their way.

Alex was ready to yell and fight, but they felt MC tug at their hand and they looked over at her. She was pale, her coughing had dimmed down, and she was barely breathing. She was dying, and in desperation for something to save her, they called out to Josh.

“Josh! Call 911!”

But they deep down knew it was too late. She had drank a glass full of a poison, and they didn’t know if there was any way of coming back after that.

And so, they were forced to watch as she laid her head against the table, watched her coughing stop, and watch the light drain from her eyes.

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OKAY SO ENQBWH. I didn’t necessarily know where to go with this. I mean, I had an idea BUT I didn’t know how Ares would poison her exactly?? I was just thinking that maybe he slipped a wine into the kitchen, had poison in it, poured a specific amount in Alex’s glass and then MCs glass that would kill her. I wasn’t sure what to do lol. And sorry that tumblr ate your submission idea :(. BUT YEAH HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND YOU TOO MEG💙💙💙.

And the ending is probably a little weird because I didn’t know how to end it exactly and everything and yeah and theres some proofreading but sorry if there’s mistakes anywhere.

#my writing #lovestruck #Astoria fates kiss #Astoria fates kiss alex #Alex cyprin #AND OOOOH you KNOW Josh blames himself too. It hit me after I finished writing that oh no...Josh...she died in HIS restaurant. Under HIS #staff. And I think he wouldn’t necessarily be angry at the waiter because #they didn’t know BUT STILL HES SO SAD AND HATES THE GODS EVEN MORE. And let’s not get started on Alex and the way they’re so angry. And #Aphrodite GUILT AND ANGER AS WELL. Hnnnng so much could happen af r this fic and it’s just left to y’all’s imagination😌💙#AND MEGG!!! This fic is spaced out like my new Rose and Apollo chapter. Saying that because I wanted to show that the chapters should #be easier to read since they’re not as long exactly?? Still long and in same length but spaced out more so it doesn’t look #as long?? Ya know?? And I have to say that theres some lore dropping in this lifetime >:)))#ANYWAYS YEAH LOVE YOU BOTH AND HOPE YOU LOVE THE ALEX ANGST #hmmm...I’m a little tired...might fall asleep but idk. might wait for replies bc that’s how I be lol

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blackdragonturds · 4 years ago

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Mortal Kombat Oneshot Time!

Credit to Kano_Fucker ——> https://mortal-mun-dee.tumblr.com/ and Earthrealm Clown ——> https://earthrealmclown.tumblr.com/ for this Oneshot idea! You two lovely ladies are truly wonderful.

Mortal Kombat Oneshot: “Sacrifice”

Sunlight from the afternoon sunset made an orange glow over the horizon. Clouds roll past the sky lazily, and you in the arms of your beloved Kabal.

You were seated in his lap as you lay completely comfy and safe. You could feel kisses on your scalp as you two enjoyed the afternoon together. Red wine smuggled from Edenia was chilled in a bucket of ice as you nibble on a shish-kabob when Kabal places a kiss on your nose.

“I love you baby…” he whispers.

You nodded as you heard something in the distance. something like bug wings flapping but you weren’t exactly sure. You turn your head to see where you heard the sound but saw nothing. Your blood ran cold as you could feel your nerves turn very frigid.

“Y/n, what is it? You hear somethin’?”

You get up off his lap and look around. There had to be something there. You could feel it.

“I think we’re not alone…” You muttered.

Kabal reaches for his hook sword next to him and looks around as well.

“Whatever it is, I’m right here to keep you out of harm’s way.”

Suddenly, you see a flash of yellow coming right for Kabal, when you leap out in front of him.

“Hey what’s the big idea?!” Knocking him onto his behind you saw he was confused and bewildered. You turn around when you get knocked out by a blow to the chest with a long limb pointed with a sharp tip. Pain ignited inside you as you felt blood spray onto your face. It happened so fast you didn’t know what had hit you. You could feel your veins sting as poison began coursing through you like a river. “Y/N!” Kabal cried out but seeing you collapse, bleeding and unconscious made him terrified. Gathering you into his arms, blood began pouring out from your chest, as thick green liquid oozes from your wound. His heart began to race seeing you turning pale.“Did I get the wrong one? Oh pity…” A Khytinn woman’s voice with a tinge of malice made Kabal’s brow furrow into anger and disgust. The Khytiin that betrayed the previous Kahn was out for blood, and Kabal was her target to bring to Shao Kahn, dead or alive. She knew he wouldn’t be alone. Her black eyes glimmered with malice as she landed onto the grass, her four back appendages twitching violently. “D’vorah? What do you want?” Kabal began, his words filled with anger and hate. D’vorah began with a sickening grin,

“The Kahn is displeased and wants This One to kill you.”

“Not happening, bug.”

He took off running faster than a speeding bullet with you unconscious in his arms, trying to get to somewhere safe. Seeing the poison oozing from your wound, he grew mortified. He tried to keep the tears from falling as he prayed you would make it. D’vorah will not get away with this. Not on his watch. He Ran as far as he could, finding an empty clearing. He knelt down careful not to hurt you as he could feel tears sting in his eyes, putting his head on your chest listening for proof you’re still with him. He could hear your heartbeat, though weak and fluttering. He began to panic but knows you’re still alive. He picks you back up promising you, clutching your limp hand tightly.

“D’vorah will pay, I promise. That bitch has it coming baby.”

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You awaken in his bed, with a massive pounding headache. You could see a large bandage over your right side as it hurt to breathe. Moving your head, you could see Kabal sitting in a chair holding your hand, fast asleep on your thigh with a flower. You could easily reach his head as you gently rub his hair. On the nightstand next to the bed, you can see a large red bottle labeled “antidote for Khytinn poison” with a folded piece of paper beside it, and a large syringe filled with that green fluid coming out of you.

“Kabal?” You weakly whisper.

No response. He’s fast asleep. Seeing his eyelids twitch told you that he was dreaming. Deep in REM sleep. So you let him rest, knowing you did scare him half to death.Thankful you were alive and healing, you smile knowing he saved you. You felt him jerk in his sleep as you try to get his attention.

“Kabal…can you hear me?” You began, louder this time. His eyes flutter open as he sniffed a few times. Getting with reality, he hugged you gently kissing your head a few times.

“Y/N, are you feeling all right? You’re not as pale as you were. You were strong having that much poison in your veins. I was afraid you would’t wake up.”

You give him a reassuring smile as he touches your face, studying you.

“Achy? Fever? Chills? Anything, darlin’?”

“I’m okay, just in an incredible amount of pain. But I’m okay. What happened to me? It all happened so fast…”

He gulped, sitting back down,

“Y/N, well, a dog who works for Shao Kahn was after me apparently but you spared me, but…it almost killed you. Her name is D’vorah, a nasty and repulsive Khytinn that well…almost killed you.”

You could tell he was having a hard time with this news as much as you did.

You slowly begin to process what he told you and it began to make sense. And then it didn’t.

“Erron told me to extract some of that poison and make an anti-venom of some kind. He showed me how and I’m so glad it worked. God I was terrified. I never would of thought you would stick your neck out for someone like me like that. Especially against a Khytinn”

“You kidding? You’d do the same for me, right?”

“Well, I’d rather be in your shoes. I don’t want you in pain baby.”

“You’re too sweet.”

You had the nagging urge to know more so you gave into curiosity.

“What happened to D’vorah?” You asked. His grin made chuckle with the reply coming with it.

“Kano and I killed ‘er. We made her suffer babe. I promise you that.”

He places another kiss on your head as he reaches for the syringe on the nightstand. He cleans it, pushing the needle into the bottle filling it with what was presumably anti-venom. He tapped the glass making the bubbles pop, and sat down to help you.

“This may hurt a little but this’ll help you, I promise.”

He takes your hand as he places the tip of the needle into your arm pushing the pump down into the chamber of the syringe. You wince, feeling the needle puncture your skin.

“Ow ow ow….” You whine as he holds your hand tightly.

Taking the needle out, he presses the hole wth his thumb and replaces the old bandaid with a new one.

“There. That should nullify any poison still inside you.”

“Thanks babe.”

He nuzzles you as you could see tears well up in his eyes.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m happy you’re alive.”

You rested your head back against the pillows as he sat down next to you on the bed. Gathering you close he places your head in the crook of his neck.

“Your heart stopped almost four times and I was about to go insane to be honest. But just remember the next time you get hurt like that how fiercely I love you.”

You smiled rubbing your nose against his neck.

“You don’t have to explain. I understand.”

He sighed with relief, holding you for the rest of the morning. He could feel your stomach rumble and he giggled.

“Lemme guess you’re hungry?”

“Yeah a little..”

“Lemme go see what’s there in the fridge. If not, I’ll order something.”

“Okay.”

He gets off the bed and walks to the kitchen, and to your surprise, on the chair beside the nightstand was a teddy bear and two dozen roses just for you. Thanks for the inspiration you two beautiful women! Peace!

#kabal x reader #kaballin'#hurtandcomfort #oneshot #angst #sweet burn #writing

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