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lostiolite · 4 months ago

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ORDER UP!! (PART 2)

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Not beta read (as always), cross posted on ao3

You can tell i was listening to honeypie when i started writing this. WARNING: OUT OF CHARACTER KAI CHISAKI!1!!11!7227/!/?2&/?/)/62!

Hope you enjoy 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

PART 1

“Ooh, girl, don't you stop

Don't you stop 'til you get enough honey”

The song is blaring through the restaurant speakers. Three days have passed since the alleyway incident with Chisaki. They haven’t come back yet, though it's only been two days. You wonder if Chisaki is gonna hunt you down and fucking end you. How cute, death. Your mood sours. You let out a sigh as you continue your duties. You went back to work like it was nothing after that day, to your knowledge Hyugo didn't do anything regarding the Yazkuza regulars. Though you don't blame him if he didn't, if anything he… helped you? Topic for debate considering the method wasn't all that jolly. You wonder what his pops did. Does he know that Chisaki used his quirk, or did he think Chisaki just beat the shit out of him? You hope it's the ladder, you don't think he would be happy hearing that, and Chisaki won't be happy as a result of his Pops being mad at him, andddddd he might just blame you. You sigh for the nth time, oh well you're alive- for now. You notice a familiar figure walk in.

“Bring your own fork, girl, you know I don't provide it (ha)

Ooh, girl, don't you stop

Don't you stop 'til you get enough honey”

Please be here old man. you beg internally and look away, suddenly the floor looks so interesting. You just know it's Chisaki, but you don't know what his reactions gonna be. You finish serving your current patrons drinks and hope you can get to the lounge once your shift ends. You don't want him to see you. You know it's futile but you can't help but, beg, hope - and wish for a way out unnoticed. You're surprised when he isn't placed at a table but led somewhere else. THANK GOD. You head to the lounge, informing the co-worker on the next shift on the way there. You can't help but feel relieved, so happy, like you made it free from death. Unfortunately, all that happiness goes out the window when you see Chisaki and the host- Hinata in the lounge talking. He notices you. Oh? o-

“Oh! _____!” He exclaims, Chisaki's gaze follows his, and you end up making eye contact. His face is unreadable and you feel that if you are left alone with him his first move will be to end your life. “This is Chisaki, I think you’ve seen him right?” it's more of a statement than a question. “Your shift ended right? Chisaki’s gonna help around the restaurant for a while, Hyugo said you knew him. Take him errand shopping!”

“Didn't we already restock cleaning-” you try to object

“Nononono! Here's a list! I was actually gonna get them after my hosting shift ended but since your shift ended and ya know he's gotta help, why don't you two do it!?” He's enthusiastic and, you can't object.

“Okay”, you sigh turning to Chisaki who's sitting down, as you take off your mask. Hinata leaves the room excitedly. “Hey, uhm. I'm gonna clock out then we can go”. He nods.

It's dead silent. You knew Chisaki wasn't the talkative type but jeez, live a little. Your thoughts trace back to what Hinata said. You slow down and Chisaki notices, giving you a curious look.

“Uhm, why are you here?”

“Pops wanted me to help out here.”

“Why?”

“He said you were good people to be around.”

“Aww… that's… actually really nice”. He doesn't respond. “Your Pops is a really nice man”

“Yes, he really is.”

“So uhm… I saw him and Hyugo getting along- I think at least”, you about the alleyway incident and how his pops was accompanying Hyugo.

“Because they are doing an exchange.” You look at him, visible confusion on your face.

“What?”

“The Shie Hassaikai is going to host an event, pops wants you guys to cater for it.”

“Oh!”. You're taken aback. Usually, Hyugo informs you of these things. You look down the street for a bit, you're about to reach a crosswalk. “So uhm… what’s your opinion of events and parties?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Don't like them”. Wow, you're so surprised. “You?”

“Uh, not my thing”. No, you were actually surprised, you never took him as the one to be willing to talk to someone other than Kurono or his pops. You stand at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal. You look at Chisaki. You remember back then how he reacted to Chiyo and Haruo. Honestly, you're surprised that he's even conversing with you. It's probably because of his pops you can tell that he wouldn't be willing to talk to people without an external factor pushing him to do so. You realize that he has been staring back at you with a blank face, he isn't necessarily analyzing you like he used to. you avert your gaze, staring back at the crosswalk signal.

You're buying specific party-related items, fancy cupcake wrappers things of that sort. You wonder if they have a specific theme for the event. You are Chisaki are looking for the food picks. Once you get those you will be done with the errands. You can’t help but ask a few questions about the party.

“What's the party for?”

“Social networking.”

“Ohh…” He looks at you for a second before reaching for the fancy-looking food picks. He places them in the basket and you two walk out the aisle. You see an array of items, and you're curious about Chisaki, not as a yakuza member, but as a person.

“What candy do you like?”

“Sour… candy…” He seems embarrassed, “You?”. You laugh as you tell him your candy of liking. You wonder why he's willing to inquire about you. The two of you are walking to the cash register. your double checking the items as you hear laughter to your side. It's a couple, holding hands and chatting vivaciously. You don't look for long, it's not really important. You finish double-checking the items in your basket. You look up to Chisaki, whose gaze is fixated on the couple. You don't pay it any mind. You pay for the items and grab the receipt.

“Chisaki.”

He looks at you almost startled. You cock your head to the side. Why was he staring at them? You two stay silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna ask Hyugo about you and how you're gonna help around the restaurant”

“Alright,” he hods.

You text Hyugo a bunch of questions, all of which he answers. You put your phone back into your pocket with a deep breath. Chisaki gives you a curious look. You wonder how he looks without his mask. You still haven't seen him without it.

“Hyugo said you're free to go, come back tomorrow and he said that he will have an actual list of things for you to do.” he nods.

The two of you begin to walk. It's getting dark, and the streets are empty, with noticeably fewer passerbyers. You don't really pay any attention to Chisaki. Your main focus is on getting back home. That brings you to question where he lives.

“Where do you live?”

“Over in…” the area he tells you is opposite to the restaurant, aka the direction you're going in.

“You know, you can walk home.” You stop walking, after all, he was free of all duties. You don't really wanna bother him. However, he doesn't spare you an answer, he just continues walking. You're taken aback but follow suit nonetheless. Chisaki is walking you home, huh?

You wave him by as you enter the restaurant. He waves at you in response. His face was blank- as always. Yet, it makes you feel happy. Does that mean the two of you are friends now? You befriended the Kai Chisaki.

Chisaki comes in the next day as expected. Hyugo entrusted plant care to the two of you. The greenery adds to the restaurant's vibe and elegance. It wasn't anything special, just pruning and watering the ones according to schedule. Normally Chiyo is in charge of the plants but she's been increasingly busy, especially with school. She has been studying hard for her dream (culinary) school.

The two of you start with the indoor flowers. Fortunately, only a few of them were scheduled to be watered today. You give him instructions on how to prune them. He listens closely, and he’s also a fast learner. While he's proficiently pruning the flowers and ensuring both their livelihood and beauty, You go get a water bottle and fill it up. Chisaki watches as you water them, he double-checks them for any spots he didn't prune. The two of you don't exchange many words during this, but it's fun. And, in no time, you've finished the indoor plants. Way to go! You grin to yourself, you aren't wearing a mask because you aren't serving food and drinks. So you kind of forget that Chisaki is looking at you. You feel a bit awkward but you push through. You take Chisaki towards the back balcony, with all the outdoor plants. There are spices, but there are also pretty roses, roses aren't your favorite, but they are pretty. The two of you get to work on the spices, thankfully there's a sink out there so you don't need to head back inside. It seems that it took longer than you thought because you notice the sun begin to set. You finish the last spice- mint, and begin to work on the roses that are so beautifully placed along most of the balcony railings. It's a magnificent sight really, especially with the sun setting. You take a step back and admire your hard work. The roses are thriving. Chiyo really does do a good job at taking care of the restaurant. You lean against the railing, pulling out the list for Chisaki- he’s free to go. You're about to inform him before he too leans against the railing. He's hunched over like he's trying to match your size. He's looking at the sunset. You don't wanna bother him, so you decide to let him be.

Instead, you stare at him, you have a full view of his ear piercings. You wanna ask him about it. His hair is really fluffy. You wanna feel it, he must take his hygiene seriously considering his germaphobia, you wonder what his skincare routine is like. You cock your head to the side, taking his appearance in. He’s pretty, he looks ethereal, you can't believe he’s some anti-social, probably sociopath- or psychopath germaphobe. And- you haven't even seen him under the mask. Hes so beautiful you're practically jealous. You wish you were blessed with his genetics.

You can faintly hear the music of the restaurant, and smell the freshness radiating from the collection of plants around you two. You didn't realize it before but you do now, he's starting at you. You don't know when his focus changed from the sunset to you. You offer him an awkward smile, and he smiles in return. you can't really tell ‘cause of the mask, but the scrunch and look of his eyes tell you everything you need to know.

The door opens and you hear footsteps. You redirect your graze.

“Okayyyyyyy?” Arlan gives a curious look, a goofy one at the same time.

“Oh, Yeah no!” you turn back to Chisaki. “You can go now” You feel kind of awkward now. “I'm sure your pops wouldn't want you to be away for so long”. You smile once more and he nods, walking to the door. You wave farewell to him, wishing him a safe walk home.

“Are you into him?” Arlan asks as he pulls out one of his earbuds. he leans on the balcony you once occupied. You don't answer, you're trying to gather your words. “Cmonnnnnn, he def likes you!” He chuckles. You shake your head laughing, he flashes a bright smile, one so stupidly loveable, it screams Arlan. You feel that Chiyo’s hopeless romantic mindset is getting to him. You can hear the music from his earbuds.

“'Til you're mine, girl

And I won't stop it until you're my girl”

even though it's only been a week, You’re getting used to having Chisaki around. He’s accepted your presence a while ago, but now he's fine with you yapping! Such a great friend!

You and Chisaki helped around the restaurant. Though due to his malice towards almost everyone he didn’t work with customers. He worked in stocking, analytics, and plant care.

Its thursday. Chisaki is working with Hyugo on the party planning. The social gathering held by the Shie Hassaikai will be held tomorrow, it piques your curiosity. Seriously, who was going to be there? Are they rich? Is it like- top secret? Where the most dangerous yakuza come together and talk business or is it just like a BBQ? Various images of what the party possibly could be pop up in your head. Only Hyugos gonna go, because even though you guys have a neutral stance in the whole villain-hero thing. He doesn’t want you guys to get involved with potentially dangerous yakuza, which- you call bullshit, but also he (likely) doesn't know how Chisaki casually killed a dude in an alleyway.

A nice warm song is playing from the loudspeakers, you get dinner from one of the chefs- perks of living and working in a restaurant. You make your way to a free booth in the back, One usually reserved for workers to eat during/after their shifts. You’re humming along to the song. Any angle, Noa,

You internally thank Arlan for having such good music taste. The staff all put songs in a playlist but since Arlans usually the one controlling the speakers it's his songs that get priority. You nom down on your dinner, fingers tapping along to the beat of the song. You haven’t had time to have dinner in the restaurant because of being busy with Chisaki. So you wish to savor the moment. You aren’t paying attention to Chisaki until he slides into the booth in front of you. You look up at him taking your attention away from your food. You start chewing faster so you can speak. After swallowing you ask him, “What are you doing? Shouldn't you be going home?”, He grimaces.

“I'm dreading the party.”

“Sucks, can't you just stay in your room? It’s what I do when there's guests I don't wanna interact with.”

“I'm going to be the face of the Hassaikai. I have to show up.” He looks at the window, staring out into the night. “Besides, I wanted to ask you… what are you doing tomorrow?”

“After school, I’ve got a shift.” he looks at you, his brows furrowing.

“Come to the party tomorrow, then I won't be as bored”. You give him a questioning look.

“I don't think I can just call off like that-” you think of Arlan. Do you really wanna ask him? You don't wanna bother him.

“I already asked Hyugo, it's up to you. You would still be working, just at the party”

“Oh!-” You aren't fond of big social gatherings where you don't know most of the people, but- “Sure, yeah, seems interesting. I've never been to these kinds of parties”. He smiles- at least that's what the scrunch of his eyes tells you.

“Okay, I’ll take my leave now, have a good night”. He leaves and you wave him goodbye.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki x reader #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #overhaul #mha #my hero academia #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #ヒロアカ

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those70scomics · 1 month ago

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Fictober Day 4: "no, we're not doing that"

That '70s Show Fanfiction

Kelso yanked a bundle of fireworks from a plastic box. He'd found it in the back of the living room closet, where Brooke had hidden it for years. Kelso didn't mind, though. She hadn't gotten rid of them, just banned them after Betsy was born.

He respected her decision, but Betsy was ten-years-old, and the Formans had invited them to a big Halloween bash. He had to do his part. They'd expect nothing less.

"No, we're not doing that," Brooke said from the sofa. Betsy was cuddled beneath Brooke's arm and kicking out her legs. She was a fidgeter like her dad.

"I haven't even said how I'd use 'em!"

"They're fireworks, Michael. That's enough."

Betsy gave her a look she usually saved for Kelso. "Mom, you're not giving him a chance, and you always say we should give people the benefit of the shout."

"Doubt, sweetheart." Brooke caressed the top of Betsy's head. She had long brown hair like her mom. Better yet, she had Brooke's brains. "Benefit of the doubt. Normally, you'd be right, but your dad has a ... history with fireworks."

"What kind of history?" Betsy said, and Brooke eyed Kelso like he needed to answer.

He wiggled his fingers. "Still have all ten! I've never gotten hurt, but I might have hurt Uncle Fez a few times."

Betsy scrunched her face. "Uncle Fez has all his fingers, too."

"That's not where I hurt him." Kelso returned the fireworks bundle to the plastic box. "Maybe I should come up with another idea."

Brooke nodded. "Yeah." She stood from the sofa and grazed her knuckles along his cheek. "You'll figure out how to help make this Halloween special -- safely." She glanced back at Betsy. "You always do."

He did. Having a kid changed him more than anyone expected, especially himself. He'd grown up with three older brother, two younger ones, and a younger sister. He'd been given responsibilities he mostly avoided except for diaper duty. Poop never bothered him, but his own kid ... he'd do anything for her. That was why he only wanted one, to give her the attention he didn't get as a child.

Brooke had been disappointed at first. She'd hoped to give Betsy a sibling, but she didn't divorce Kelso over their disagreement. They made sure Betsy had plenty of friends her age, and she had a ton of cousins from his side of the family. Betsy was really close with his sister's kids. Kelso asked Mrs. Forman if Kimberly's family could be invited to the Halloween party.

That was a yes, so he'd scored already. Now he needed a spectacle he'd promised the Formans. "I've got three-and-half weeks to plan. Brooke, do you trust me?"

Brooke flashed her wedding ring in front of his face. "'Til death do us part -- which will be a very long time from now," she said, the last bit clearly for Betsy. His kid hated three D words: death, divorce, and diarrhea. He hated the same three. Unfortunately, only one was unavoidable.

But for Brooke and Betsy, he'd switched careers from the police to computer programming. It decreased his chances of a premature death, and he wouldn't increase them by being stupid about the Formans' Halloween party.

#that 70s show #that '70s show #fictober24 #michael kelso #kelso x brooke #betsy kelso #ficlet #fanfic

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boabel · 4 months ago

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Would love to know all your ships in TBOSAS xx

hey anon!!

i have quite a few, mainly depending on what au im writing (modern, canon divergent, canon compliant.)

treemina - i usually ship treemina in every universe i write, its probably my favourite tbosas ship solely bc of their dynamic. it helps that i love both treech and lamina individually, too.

coralbaird - modern au and canon divergence-based fics are where i write coralbaird. i truly think if the games weren't a focus point of the story (or, rather escaping/fooling the capitol was the storyline instead) they would have a very different dynamic.

diggy up (creds 2 the amazing @talkshowboyluvr for the shipname!!!) - if ur confused this is tanner x jessup!! ive shipped them for a long time, tho unfortunately i haven't written anything for them due to having other ships w the two i like (jessistrata and twinkhaw). but yeah i hope to write something w them soon.

solarmoss - ive loved solarmoss since i read til death do us part by @zippiedippievippie and don't go yet by @asclexe !! i love their dynamic in those so so much. i also love them in a modern au setting (i include them in my modern au fic which i need to wait to post bc of The Ao3 Acc Situation.)

vickercote - ive been a vickercote fan for a while, i loved their dynamic in the book and i love stories that have them in a relationship. i have yet to write anything for them but i will SOON!!!

azuretiger - this is a ship i can actually credit myself for creating (i think?? help). i love them in any au, especially if its canon compliant and old lady tigris moves to d12 where barb is also an old lady and they fall in love!! but also canon divergent and modern au and literally any other au ever. theyre my favs ever <33

i think that's all?? i think the honorable mentions go to snowjanus and livigenia which i only really ship in a toxic codependent homoerotic teenage situationship way.

tysm for the ask anon!! feel free to ask me to elaborate on any of them bc i love to yap

(also apologies if i tagged u to credit u and u don't wanna b tagged, just tell me and i won't do it again!!)

#bel answers stuff #treemina #coralbaird #diggy up #solarmoss #vickercote #azuretiger #snowjanus #livigenia #anon asks!

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every1studio · 2 years ago

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“love is fiction; prove me wrong” [harry potter: draco malfoy]

genre: FLUFF + very slight angst

ficstyle: bulletpoints + a kinda long oneshot

prompt: reader is a ravenclaw that thinks that love is only a concept in fiction novels until draco malfoy decides to prove her wrong

note: TW (talks about divorced parents and insecurities)

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and they lived happily ever after

you closed the book as you sat in your favorite spot in the library

where there barely anyone there but you could still hear the voices of the other students

was there really such thing as a happily ever after?

it just seems like it’s highly fantasied yet unrealistic

it’s just your brain releasing a bunch of chemical reactions

you couldn’t understand why people would destroy their lives over it

like your parents; they swore til death they would part and that their life would be a happily ever after

but after a couple years you were born, it was like the illusion of love faded away and their marriage ended in a divorce

they still cared for you but it opened your eyes

love was fiction

you never used that word, even if it’s not about someone

the thought of love scared you

so it’s better to steer away from that word; throw away that whole concept

when you enrolled into hogwarts, it was cool to focus on something else

you had access to a variety of books, could take any class that there was to offer, or even join quidditch (which you joined as a keeper)

you’ve always enjoyed books; especially in the library

not only because when your friends ever tried to talk to you about people that they’re interested in, you could just escape to library

but because it was a good way to get away from loud and obnoxious people like draco malfoy or scheming trouble makers like harry and friends

that was until you heard potter make an bet with malfoy inside the library

“as if you could find someone that could like a rotten ferret like you other than a slytherin!”

“yeah he got loads of girls fawning after him!” weasley added

“and guys!” granger echoed

potter and weasley gave a surprised look over a granger but she just nodded to confirm what she said

“just you wait, potter... I’ll prove you wrong!” malfoy was fuming

this commotion was your cue to leave the library

the group of misfit just watched as you glared at them before leaving the library

harry leaned in real close to draco

“if you can’t get y/l/n to go to on a date with you by this weekend, you owe me 25 galleons..”

“bring it on”

draco didn’t care about the money, he just wanted to win the bet and prove scarhead wrong

but draco was glad that potter chose someone that was a pretty, smart and talented pureblood

even though he didn’t talk to you, he knew who you were and what kind of student you were

he thought that you were a quiet, studious ravenclaw that never had someone pin for them so it would be easy for him to reel you in

you unfortunately had a class with the misfits but usually you sat near the far away from them as possible, even if it wasn’t in the front like you’d like

this time, you were there for class before they were so you were able to get the spot you wanted

the 3rd from the front, on the far right; it was near the front but away from the professor

you were getting your books out when you noticed someone sit next to you

“I’m sure this seat isn’t taken.. is it alright if I sit here?”

you looked over at the platinum blondie and had the urge to move seats

“you’re already sitting there anyways, would it even matter if I said that you couldn’t sit there?”

draco pulled his books closer to him so that he could rest his arms on top the books for a head rest and kept his eye contact with you

“aw you really don’t mean that do you? is it really that awful to sit next to me?”

he tried to tuck your hair behind your ear but you jerked away

you looked away to adjusted your hair yourself, “yes it would”

draco was surprised by your firmness

“why?”

you exhaled and turned to him with slight fake smile, “you’re annoying.. your obsession with harry potter is something the whole room and I could deal without.. and you can be pretentious and act like a spoiled brat.. I don’t being around someone like that..”

you thought you were going to get an earful from him, defending his character after you heard some snickers around you

but he just looked at you with wide-eyes

you just gave him a glimpse into the other side

he never thought of himself like that

hearing all of that from a third person’s point of view made him rethink his whole existence

“what if I wasn’t like that anymore?” he was speaking so quietly, you were sure no one else could hear him

“why would you want to do that?”

draco thought to himself before answering

“because I don’t want you to see me like that anymore..”

you couldn’t wrap your head around his words

“if you have some ulterior motives with me, don’t waste your time.. why do you care what I think of you anyways?” you slightly raised your voice in confusion

he gently led your face towards his by resting your chin onto his index finger and guiding it over

“because I-”

“class! today we will be learning about how to turn a whistle into a watch!” mcgonagall’s voice boomed at the start of class

you turned to focus your attention onto mcgonagall to forget about that weird interaction you had with malfoy

why was he so touchy?

it bothered you that he invaded your personal space

while you were focusing on class, draco was focusing on your question

why did he even care about what you thought of draco anyways?

was it really because of potter’s bet?

or was it because he really did like you?

although, draco never really had a problem with girls in the house of slytherin, girls in the other houses would never go for him

he was mean and classist against anyone who wasn’t a pureblood

even if they were a pureblood, if they weren’t hanging with other purebloods, they were a blood traitor

that was his ideology and everyone knew that

he said it so much that he pushed the thought of even liking anyone outside his ideology

that was until he saw you

it was like it was out of a fairytale

you were just sitting in the library on the windowsill; basking in the sunlight, gently carrying each page over and over again

he could watch you read for hours (and he did once)

it was the first time he felt a sense of tranquility

and it was the first time he felt little butterflies in his stomach

you were everything that he was looking and yet you’d never look at him

so yeah.. he really did like you

by the time he made up his mind, the classroom was empty

and the seat that was occupied by you was empty as well

forget the bet with potter

draco was gonna start pinning for you for himself and not for anyone else

that was when you started to see draco more often in your usual everyday life

you were quietly eating at the ravenclaw table when draco sat across from you

“are you enjoying your meal, love?”

you sighed in annoyance, “why are you bothering me malfoy?”

“I’m not trying to bother you.. I just wanted to talk to you... besides..” draco reaches over to wipe some crumbles from the corner of your mouth before licking the remnants

“you’re cute when you’re eating..”

you just sat there, squinting in confusion at the boy in front of you

“I just lost my appetite...” you got up and just left him there trying to ignore the snickering around him

the constant advances were getting on your nerves

why you?

why was draco tormenting you?

these things probably worked in the books or even other people, but not you

you kept on trying to push him away

but the more you pushed him away, the more he tried

it got to the point where he was walking you to your classes, without asking you of course

draco thought that by continuously being by your side, you’d be able to see that he was changing to be better, changing for you

you didn’t mind his presence, as long as he was quiet

and he surprisingly was

it’s like his temperamental side was only brought out when harry potter or his friends were around

but lately, it’s been pretty subdued

keeping it only to slight body shoves or snobby glares

you had a quidditch game on friday against slytherin

draco used that as a conversation starter every time he talked to you

“hey love, what made you want to be a keeper?”

“my dear, y/n, have you always wanted to play quidditch?”

“what’s cooking, good-looking, how were practices today?”

you grew to tolerate your conversations with draco; even smiling at his jokes but never saying anything to his flirtatious remarks

even though you never said anything about his flirtatious remarks, you were more comfortable with his touches; they felt natural

he even started to hold your things for you

though you never asked him to but he always held a tight grip on your things and he insisted that you take his offer

draco said something about how physics didn’t apply to quidditch that made you laugh

that was the first genuine laugh anyone’s ever heard from you

harry and his friends happen to be in the area

harry didn’t want draco to win the bet

so he decided to take matters into his own hands

ravenclaws and gryffindors had herbology together on thursday

the spectacled boy stood next to you while madam sprout was lecturing about some new species of carnivorous plant

“did you know that draco malfoy and I have a bet?”

you didn’t think that he was talking to you at first until you noticed that he was staring at you intensely with his brightly colored eyes, waiting for you to answer him

“and I care why?”

“it involves you.. I told him that if he couldn’t get you to go on a date with him this weekend, he owes me 25 galleons..” potter smirked

ah.. that was probably why draco started talking to you

you just wanted a regular smegular school life without gossip and drama

you suspected that there was a reason for draco going out of his way talking to a ravenclaw like you and your suspicions were correct

“you feel proud about that potter? getting me involved with something I wanted no part in? what a guy you are..”

you moved away from him, ignoring his excuses

why did that information make you feel so upset?

it was only recently that draco entered your life but it was a nice feeling

having someone in your life who constantly asks how your day is going

someone who is always waiting to walk you to your classes

someone who just sits next to you and lets you read in silence

someone who just cares about you

but did he?

did draco malfoy care for you?

are these unwavering feelings of love you were having?

what’s the difference between caring for someone and loving them?

you exited the class and you almost walked pass draco

he reached out to grab your arm

“whoa there, love.. trying to run away-”

you jerked your arm away from him; which startled him

“did you place a bet with potter? about trying to get me to go on a date with you?” your brows were furrowed at him

draco’s gaze on you softened, “I did..”

“cool. so this WHOLE time, I just was a bet to be placed. no biggie!” you sarcastically threw your hands about

at that time, harry and his friends walked out of the class

“and you, POTTER.. you find joy in toying with people’s feelings? and aren’t you two his friends? you’re just letting him be a sadist?!”

the three were about to defend themselves but you didn’t let them

“all of you should be ashamed of yourself..”

you didn’t realized that tears were welling up until your vision became blurry

before anyone could do or say anything, you ran off

you weren’t suppose to catch feelings

love wasn’t suppose to be in your vocabulary

it was all suppose to be a chemical reaction released by the brain

so why did your chest hurt?

why were you crying?

why were you thinking about what could’ve been?

draco took off as soon as you did

he didn’t even give the trio a deathly glare

he didn’t care about anyone else but you

he felt like it was his fault this all happened

he felt like if only he was confident enough to pin for you without anyone telling him what to you, you wouldn’t be crying because of him

you hid away in your room; where no one could bother you, where no one could look for you

draco asked every single ravenclaw that he came across if he could enter their common rooms to look for you

but he didn’t find any success

so he thought it would be better to leave you alone for now, you went through enough today

he hopes that he has a chance to talk to you before the quidditch match tomorrow

you cried into your satin pillow so hard that you felt like you could drown in your tears; so hard that you fell asleep with tears still staining your face

the next day; you wanted to forget about what happened yesterday with the quidditch match

that was until you remembered who you were playing against

you dreaded it when you were putting on your quidditch uniform

you dreaded it when you tried to eat a granola bar before the match

you dreaded it during team stretches and warmups

you dreaded it until your teams walked passed each other

that was when you felt a gentle grip on your wrist

“are you alright?”

you couldn’t look up to look at him; you couldn’t look up at the boy who broke your heart you didn’t know you had

captain roger davies pulled you away from draco, cho chang shielded you away from draco

“she’ll be better when we beat you..” the captain muttered and led the team away

everyone heard about what happen and all of your housemates couldn’t do anything when they heard you cry in you room; they felt bad for you

you thought that since the field was so big, you didn’t have to worry about looking at draco malfoy

but his blonde hair didn’t help, your eyes always followed the platinum headed boy

and yet you kept your head in the game, you didn’t let anything get pass you

that was until you saw draco and cho fly towards you at an extremely fast pace

you stood in your position, not budging an inch

cho realized that she was going to crash into you or the goal so she tried to go around to try to catch the snitch

but draco kept on flying head on

he was only a couple of feet in front of you

it seemed like he was reaching for you but a flash of gold zoomed by your face

draco’s broom knocked into yours and he fell forward

you reached out an arm to catch him

and you did

your lips also caught his lips

somehow the angles at which the brooms hit each other and the way he fell forward, made it so that draco fell onto you

accidentally kissing you

draco immediately leaned back into his broom with the golden snitch in his hand

“draco malfoy caught the snitch! slytherin wins!”

the slytherins cheered as the ravenclaws were upset

you and draco held eye contact in shock

you were the first to landed on the ground

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean for that to happen-” the boy was rambling after you

“it was an accident.. how were you suppose to know that was suppose to happen..” you mumbled, still not being about look at him when he’s in front of you

“it’s not like I calculated the physics in order for that to happen, you know..”

you chuckled at his joke; he remembered the joke he made before about physics and quidditch

“can I talk to you? privately?” draco asked

you could tell his voice was different; it was gentle, like a falling feather

it made your chest feel fluttery

you just nodded

“I’ll meet you at your favorite spot?”

“do you even know where that is?” you curiously asked

he’s always followed you around and you had a couple of spots you liked at hogwarts, you wondered if he even knew you had a favorite spot

“let’s just meet there and we’ll see..” draco gave you a soft smile before running off to meet up with his team

you saw cho running towards you

“did he do anything else to you? did he say something mean to you?” she asked, worried about your emotional state

“I’m fine.. really. thanks for checking up on me, cho..” you sent her a smile as you both headed back to get out of your uniform

you made your way to your go-to spot; the windowsill at the corner of the library

you’ve only shown draco this spot twice

part of you wished that he would find the spot

but a part of you wonders if he even knew where it was

you found that draco was already there waiting for you

he was holding a neatly wrapped bouquet of lily-of-the-valley, white orchids and blue hyacinths

“how’d you know this was my favorite spot?” you nervously started to pick at your nails, not knowing what else to do in this situation

“I first noticed you in this area when I wanted to escape from the overwhelming feelings of expectations.. you know.. family stuff.. and you were just sitting here.. reading.. like you were in your own little world as if nothing else mattered in the world but you and your book..”

you just stood there and let him speak his mind

“you were reading a book about flowers, what kind of flowers there are in the world and what they mean.. but they weren’t about magical flowers but muggle flowers..”

draco looked up at you; the light was shining behind him, making him look almost ethereal

“I found the book and read it..”

you were surprised, you remembered reading that book months ago and he just happens to remembered the book you were reading

AND he read it even though it had to do with the muggleworld?

“I hope you know what I’m trying to say with this bouquet..” draco walked towards you to hand you the bundle of flowers

all of these flowers symbolizes an apology, forgiveness

“so, draco...what are you sorry for? why do you want my forgiveness?” your fingers grazed over the flowers, being as gentle as possible

draco cupped your face so that you couldn really focus and listen to every word he’s about to say

“I’m sorry for being a coward.. I should’ve told you that I wanted to go on a date with you before the bet.. I let my pride get in front of your feelings.. I’ve always admired you.. but always from afar. I can’t change who I was.. but I can change who I am.. and I want to be someone that you can trust.. and maybe even like me back..”

his hands slowly fell from your face

“but I understand if you won’t...”

you used one hand to keep his hand on your face

“I want to.. but I’m scared..” your voice started to get shaky, you wanted someone that could stand by you and support you

you wanted what your parents had before you

you wanted what you read in the romance novels

“what does liking someone lead to? it leads to love and I don’t know what love is like.. I only know what love is from the fairytales I’ve read.. love never seemed real..”

“love is real.. the only thing is love is hard.. we have to put in the work for it.. we don’t have to jump into love.. we can take baby steps.. so let’s have our own fairytale..” draco muttered before you both chuckled about how cheesy that sounded

“I’m not joking though, y/n.. I don’t care about the bet or my pride.. I just care about you.. and even if it’s not this weekend, I hope that I can take you on a take when you’re ready..”

you smiled as you let him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

“I’ll be ready this weekend..”

“really?” he smiled

“really..” you smiled back

harry potter and his friend’s jaws dropped when they saw you and draco in hogsmeade together; smiling and linking arms with one another

potter felt bad about the bet so he made his way over to give draco 25 galleons

“keep the change, potter,” draco smirked at him before leaving the trio shook to their cores

boy did it feel good to spite his enemies and have the girl he’s always admired, like him back

The end.

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king-of-men · 1 year ago

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The Battle Hymn of the Republic is probably most familiar as music; but in translating it I found that it is really excellent as poetry. Consider that famous phrase, "the grapes of wrath"; it is a dead metaphor now in English, killed by overuse out of its original context. Seeing it with the fresh eyes of a different language let me appreciate the power of the image: The grapes of wrath, from which are made the wine of wrath - heavy on the tongue, hot in the belly, a fire in the blood; the wine that soldiers drink before battle, that makes them charge the cannon's mouth. It's a phrase anchored in physicality, if you don't slide right past it through familiarity; "He is trampling out the vintage" - I am pleased that in Norwegian I was able to add an additional verb here, "han har trampet ut en årgang og av vredens druer smakt". I don't know if Mrs Howe had drunk of the wine of wrath herself; but when she wrote that, she'd surely had a glass or two of the mead of poetry.

I have dropped the refrain "Glory, glory, hallelujah", which relies for its best effect on being sung by several hundred deep male voices marching down a dusty road with a battle at its end; it is fine music but does not really contribute to the poetry of the words alone. I've kept, however, the concluding "…is marching on" that punctuates each verse, making it "…er i anmarsj", slightly archaic Norwegian that fits well with the religious imagery. This turned out to be the most difficult part to illustrate, in a poem in which I struggled much more with the images than the words; in the end I gave up on getting any sort of metaphor for "truth marching on" through StableDiffusion, which I used for the triple-alpha rhymes, and instead put in contemporary paintings and drawings. At any rate this serves to mark the refrains as distinct from the main verses.

The final line, which Howe wrote as "let us die to make men free", is now often sung as "let us live to make men free", presumably on the theory that dead men do not actually accomplish very much and the real goal is to make the other side's soldiers die for their cause. The argument has undoubted force. On the other hand, so many of the men who sang these words in deadly earnest genuinely did die to free the slaves; died by the hundreds of thousands, by bullet and canister and cholera. My translation, somewhat unfortunately, avoids the difficulty entirely with "menns frihet er vårt krav"; the triple-alpha rhyme scheme is a cruel master here, and I could not find any way to work in either life or death.

Jeg har sett med egne øyne Herren komme i sin makt; han har trampet ut en årgang og av vredens druer smakt. Han har sluppet asgardsreien løs og lyn fra sverdet brakt. Hans sannhet i anmarsj!

I hundre vaktmenns leirbål har jeg sett ham klar til kamp; de har reist for ham et alter her i aftnens røk og damp; en rettferdig dom jeg leser, og jeg hører bødlens tramp: Hans dag er i anmarsj!

Jeg har sett hans skrifter flamme i stål og krigersk mot: ``Forakt skal dere hevne, og jeg tilgir deres bot''; la helten, født av kvinne, knuse slangen under fot, For Gud er i anmarsj!

Vi har hørt trompeten kalle, det blir aldri mer retrett; han veier alles hjerter, for hans domstol er vi stedt; Vær rask, min sjel, å svare ham; føtter, vær beredt! Vår gud er i anmarsj!

Han ble født i liljens skjønnhet langt der borte over hav; i hans bryst var det en glorie som hver enkelt nåde gav. Han døde for menns synder, og menns frihet er vårt krav! For Gud er i anmarsj!

#wait I didn't actually post this thing?#dignobbit!#rescued from the drafts folder #poetry translation #english to norwegian #battle hymn of the republic #republikkens krigshymne #julia ward howe

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esta-elavaris · 1 year ago

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hello!! i’m gonna speak plainly to you as a little friend in my phone bc a couple things happened this week and i immediately wanted to tell you so i guess that makes us friends now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

first off! this link was shared with me and i quite literally needed to forward it to you bc i just thought it was so beautiful and made the scenes so much more personable somehow. seeing it from that vantage made it all feel that more real i suppose. but gotta be honest not sure i needed to “feel like i was there” for that last clip they used😭 (btw the link in question: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8jGnmgy/ )

secondly, after voraciously reading (and partially rereading) HWFG, i decided a rewatch of lotr was in order. so i started watching it. and i was with my mother at the time that i watched the ending of the fellowship of the ring and i began explaining all the facets of the story to her and ultimately veered into boromir as a character and we ended up having such a lengthy conversation about him bc i was trying so hard to stress his goodness!! that all he wants is the power to protect his city and his people!! and that the ring responds to this passion and tries to corrupt it and makes him seem weak to its power but it’s not weakness it’s love for something so much bigger than him and i just adore him ma’am. so after explaining this and unfortunately not turning off the film right before the orc attack . . . i then got to introduce my mother to the heartbreaking moment of boromir’s valiant death. bc obviously she had fallen for him at this point as well. now with every arrow in him i think she screamed out louder and louder but it really was a canon event in the lives of the audience of lotr so i could not interfere. anyways i think that’s it so farewell for now!! (and thanks for reigniting a passion for lotr!!)

HELLO FRIEND! Send your mum a link to the fic I will heal her 👀 I'm kidding, don't do that -- sorry, couldn't resist.

God, it's so weird how changing the orientation of the scenes makes it feel more "real", and how much of a recent phenomenon that must be - I've never seen anything like that before, or even really considered it. Thanks for the link (but also how dare you, because I also did not need to see that last clip, jeezo).

Also "and partially rereading HWFG" ma'am there are fourteen chapters I only started it two minutes ago and you are here rereading parts, I'm going to die you can't do this to my heart 😭💜

Honestly it's funny though because out of all of them, I've absolutely seen FOTR a hundred times more than the others (and I've seen the others a hell of a lot, too, so it says a lot) with the exception of the final half hour. I like to let myself that Boromir decided "nah it's not for me thanks" and just went back to chill in Rivendell or Lothlorien 'til it was all done. Is it in his character? No. Does it hurt less? Absolutely.

I really don't understand how people can hate him as a character. I know a few people who go on to me about how much they hate him every time I mention him, and I just really can't wrap my head around it. There are some characters that I adore but I can see why they're a controversial choice, but he's absolutely not one of them. A lot of the time they do it almost as a way to show their love of Faramir, without realising that like? A) Faramir would not want that, and B) Boromir was GOOD to Faramir and tried to intercede with Denethor on his behalf.

I won't write you a dissertation on this but maaaaaan. I'm glad I'm dragging you back into Boromir hell with me. It's like a different flavour of the same ice cream as Norrington hell. Bon appetit ✨

#asks #also dead ass always speak plainly to me #it's always welcome #for everybody

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bloodtwin · 3 months ago

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@crimesought sent:

fmk: Cassian, Shadowheart, Gale

FMK.

KILL GALE, KILL GALE, KILL GALE, KILL GALE ！！！！

❝ KILL . . . cassian, unfortunately. same logic as my answer for vorel. i think he could take me. ❞ in a fight, right . . . ？puck leaves it at that, smirking faintly.

he is more prepared for his instinctual reaction to the wizard's name being brought up during this game, so he merely shrugs it off this time. ❝ fuck gale again. i'm not sure we'd be suitable life partners for one another, really. ❞ suitable death partners, maybe.

then a fond smile makes it way onto his face, an almost dreamy look in his eye. ❝ that just leaves me to marry shadowheart then, hm ？she's all right, i suppose. i wouldn't mind that arrangement; i could annoy her til death do us part. ❞

in truth, he really would marry the cleric without hesitation, he thinks. but admitting to that would ruin the little game they play, so he won't say such a thing so bluntly. yet.

#crimesought #one day puck will get in cassian's bed is2g #puck vc I hate lying!!!!!!!! until my beautiful wife shadowheart lies to me then its okay #&&. ALL GOOD CITIZENS OF WYRMLANDS！HARKEN UNTO THESE WORDS！☠ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗。#&&. RABID DIRTY DOG！☠ 𝐈𝐂。

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themerriweathermage · 11 months ago

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Wrath and Ruin: Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Silvanus

Morning came too early, and Lydia was up before I ever stirred. “I thought it best to let you sleep.” I shook out the kinks from sleeping on the ground. As much as I hated to say it, sleeping in the dragon form was almost preferable to sleeping in this wolf form, phasing up to stretch out protesting muscles. “Breakfast?” I shook my head. At this point, with what loomed in front of me, I wasn’t particularly hungry. I would need to eat again before I took my dragon form, but that could wait a little bit longer. My path to what I was looking for would have to be made on foot.

“I’m going to head out.” I murmured. “No sense in waiting any longer.” She didn’t press me not eating, even though for a moment I could sense the concern. Instead she followed me out. This unfortunately wasn’t the time for small talk. I needed to concentrate and we needed to make fast tracks across unknown terrain. The countryside was overgrown. The highway that had once been here was still visible in splotches here and there beneath moss and dirt. Even the solar farm across the road had been swallowed by nature, although that was something to consider. I might see if anything could be harvested and taken back to the Badlands.

Another brick walled church marked the path I turned down. From here it was just a matter of time. I couldn’t say that I was really prepared for what awaited me, if there was anything left. And if I had to look, look and see what had happened, I wasn’t sure that I could take it. My pace slowed the more we came into view of the graveyard. I remembered the last time I was here. It wasn’t a good memory or a bad memory; it was just a memory. I had gone to say goodbye.

I don’t know if Lydia sensed it, but something told my senses that the air here was off. As if to prove our conversation last night about other magic users existing in this world right, I realized that the graveyard was warded. The magic was... stale, as if someone had set it a long time ago and it had simply never been pressed against. I wondered... who would have cared so deeply enough to respect this final resting place? Was it someone’s act of compassion or did they have loved ones who were buried here?

“It’s untouched.” Lydia murmured quietly, walking the rows of gravestones. Time stood still here, unaware of the world that had continued to spin on without it.

“It’s magic.” I replied. “A ward.”

“Yours?”

“No.” She glanced at me sharply. “But it is old.”

“I thought you said wards would unmake themselves on the death of the person who made it.”

“My wards will.” I murmured. “But this isn’t my vein of magic. This is not druidcraft.” I searched the names, pausing down a row. Pausing because my family name was written on the headstone. No one in the Badlands knew me by that name; few people even knew or called me by my full first name either. I let my eyes wander down one, down two, and in the third spot was my dad. I studied the marker. The year of death wouldn’t have been terribly long after I had disappeared. And it came as no surprise that my mother’s grave was beside his. Even in sickness, she never wanted to leave his side. Truly a ‘til death do us part’ couple.

And then my eyes fell down to the plaque between the two gravestones, a memorial marker no less. The one thing that I’d been hoping wouldn’t be there was there, with a name that no longer reflected who I was carved into the ornate stone. I knelt, my fingers tracing over the letters.

Here lies the memory of a beloved daughter and sister, who disappeared without trace. May the angels guide her path back home.

I scoffed then. My touch against the stone had revealed all. The arguments that followed their choice to put this here. The words that had been said and the way they had hurt the one person who loved me most. They knew. They had known, and yet they buried the memory of me in a religious rite.

In a split second, I saw red, letting the rage take over, lifting the stone from the ground without effort and hurling it against a tree. “I wasn’t your daughter!” Lydia started out of the corner of my eye. “You buried a false memory of me! You had a son! A son to carry on your family name! But you buried a daughter; well, let me tell you that that person died a long time ago!” I seethed, feeling the change come over me, taking the stone and breaking it in half with my bare hands, not that they were particularly hands anymore. “He told you the truth! And you spat in his face. You couldn’t accept me for who I was.” My shoulders slumped, tears brimming in my eyes.

“You were my mother. My mother! How could you not?!” The tears came then. “How could you not love me for who I was?!” I folded myself in, sinking to my knees. “How could you hurt the one person who loved me most?” I whispered. I didn’t even want to think about how much he had been hurt by their words, or how much anguish it must have been to see my memory so willingly be tarnished.

“I didn’t mean to go.” I started. “I didn’t have a choice. I did not leave; I was taken.” I didn’t know if they could hear me. Some part of me hoped they could. Some part of me hoped that they could see me broken, to see what their words had done. “If only you could see the man I turned out to be, but even if you could, would you call me your son? Would you call me who I am? Would you call me by the name that fits me most? Would you call me Brenior, the enduring one?” I asked, wanting to fight and run and just... My chest heaved and my stomach was turning and I couldn’t bear the anguish that felt like it was tearing me apart inside.

Everything that had happened since we’d been thrown here all came pouring out in one agonized yell, like a bottle with too much pressure that had finally exploded, and I couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling. It was almost as if there was a power within me, bursting at the seams to be let out. A power begging to be released that wasn’t my Wrath, that didn’t belong to my anger or my temper, and I couldn’t carry it anymore.

Within the span of a minute, it felt-- and looked-- like a hurricane had ravaged the area, as power exploded out of me. I didn’t even know that I had that kind of power inside of me, but it had taken with it some of the aches and pains. Breathing came a little easier as I laid back in the wet grass, sapped of my strength. The only consolation I had was that Lydia had been protected during the affair. Even in the midst of everything, she remained shielded, protected by a thin ward that was quickly fading in the aftermath.

“Well.” A new voice sounded and my head immediately snapped up, eyes on alert. “That was quite the show.” The man stepped out from beneath the branches of the oak tree that had sprawled across the yard, undisturbed in these last years, and my mind immediately recognized that there was a part to him that wasn’t entirely human. My first instinct was to tuck Lydia behind me, and this action didn’t go unnoticed. “Is she your mother?” He asked. It took everything I had not to bare my teeth and raise my hackles at this intruder, the animal instinct in me ready to fight. “Your bonds burn so brightly.” I narrowed my eyes. There was something familiar about that statement and only I would know why. So who was this stranger who would recite my own words back to me? “You would die for her. You would kill for her.”

“Who are you?” I asked. He tilted his head to the side slightly. “Who are you to recite my own words back to me?”

“I wondered if you would notice.” He stepped more into the light, taking the form, almost as if he were shapeshifting, of a man but a man adorned in twisting vines and stag antlers, life seeming to swarm around him in an aura. “But seeing how you two are like, I don’t find it surprising. Kin calls to kin.” When he took a step forward, life sprang forward to meet him, flowers and clover sprouting underfoot. It probably would have been in my best interest to step back at his approach but I held my ground regardless. “Tenacity. Most wouldn’t stand to greet me.”

“Who. Are. You?” I asked again.

“In the common tongue, I am known as Silvanus.”

“The Oak Father. The god of druids.” I realized. That would certainly explain the phenomenon happening around him.

“Yes.” He replied.

“Did you ward this place?”

“Perhaps.”

“Why?”

“You were called to it, were you not?” Silvanus asked. “Not a place warded with a different magic than your own, but a place warded with a much more powerful magic, strong enough that not even you would recognize it on first glance.”

“You... wanted me to come here.”

“I wanted you to come to me a long time ago.” Silvanus started. “But it seems your duty as baron has outweighed that call.” He didn’t come any closer and yet I could feel as if he was right next to me. “And you’ve paid a high price for it.” I knew he was watching me, trying to gauge me, trying to gauge my reactions. My eyes flicked to the side, because I knew he had to be talking about the bruises, but I hadn’t entirely told Lydia the truth about why we had been leaving the Badlands.

“I think I’ve spent enough time chasing after things that aren’t important to my barony.” Silvanus offered me a wry smile, and I wondered if he knew, but he seemed to know things about me that only I would ever know, so my questions were probably answered already.

“But this is, is it not?” Silvanus asked. “As important if not more.” His eyes flicked over my shoulder to Lydia behind me and then back down. “I assume you feel a little bit better after your outburst, now that the power inside of you isn’t trying to eat its way out of you?” He asked.

“A fluke.” I replied. “A gift that’s cost me double its worth.” Silvanus let out an incredulous laugh, shaking his head at me.

“This isn’t the magic of the mountains that brought you and your sister those gifts. This is the magic of nature and all her glory, of Gaia and the nymphs, of thicketed forests and those who would wander in them, of rushing rivers and rhythmic tides. You kept it in, when it was begging to be let out. And it damn near killed you.” I blinked. Sure, Nix had reminded me that often magic came at a price, that overusing my gift could be causing my own pain, that it didn’t come without sacrifice. But what Silvanus was telling me... was the complete opposite.

“You weave it in ways only you know how, but even experienced druids would have a hard time containing the magic you have. You warded a man’s entire crop, did you not?”

“And it cost me.”

“Not in the manner you think it did.” Silvanus replied. “You were betrayed. Your magic knows you were betrayed. Your ward was built from hope. It’s hard to protect something when you’re being pulled in two opposite directions.”

“But...”

“You have a gift, Brenior Ithilion. Don’t you think it’s about time you started using it?” Silvanus steamrolled my protests.

“A gift. A directionless gift. That comes with no instructions.” He chuckled.

“Get lost in the wilds of your barony. A place will find you where you can learn more.”

“A grove.” I realized. He was telling me to find a grove. For us to meet? I had so many questions.

“If that is what you wish to call it.” And just as he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he disappeared into the mists that still remained after my outburst. I let out a soft sigh, sinking back into the grass with a million thoughts running through my head.

“Bren.” Lydia’s voice sounded so far away to me. “Brenior.” I glanced to the side to see her standing there, her hand reached for my shoulder but not touching, uncertain. The look in her eyes read what she wasn’t saying. She coaxed me to the tree, offering herself for a hug and it took everything I had not to launch myself at her. I didn’t want to hurt her, not like this especially, but the need for comfort overpowered that. I all but threw myself to her lap, burying my face against her and just crying until there was nothing left but dry sobs and shuddering hiccups.

Her touch seemed hesitant but considering the form I was in, I didn’t blame her. Careful fingers traced across the matte metallic scales, across my head and down my back in soothing motions. I knew the half shift was tied to strong emotions, anger, fear, sadness, pain. She didn’t say anything; she didn’t need to. The fact that she was there was enough. The fact that she had stayed was enough. Long after the tears had stopped, she stayed, she kept her hands on me, as if to make sure that I was okay.

“Are you alright?” She finally asked, her voice low and measured. I had turned into hellfire and wrath personified and destroyed what had been left of a life I no longer had. Now the only memories were the memories that rested with the dead. I leaned back against her, staring off into the distance, eyes unseeing.

“I... I want to hurt myself.” I admitted lowly. Her sharp intake of breath told me she was concerned. “I don’t want to kill myself; I just want to hurt myself. I want to make the pain I feel on the inside show on the outside. Not for sympathy or for pity, but to know that it’s real, to see it be real, to see the blood as if someone’s twisted a knife in my heart because it certainly feels that way.” I replied.

“Is... that why you’ve stayed like...” Like this? With an armor that’s impenetrable by normal human standards?

“It’s tied to strong emotion. Most shifts I can do without thinking; they come almost second nature. But this one? But wrath? Wrath has a short fuse and a long cool down.” I admitted. “I’ll come out of it eventually, when the feeling passes.” When I don’t have the urge to destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to keep. Even in a half dragon form, I could still see the scars. And I knew it was the subconscious reason that I kept myself so mostly modest to my barony, even though I didn’t have to be anymore.

I couldn’t put the hurt into words. It was strangely reminiscent of loving someone so much it hurts only to have that love be dashed against the rocks, which was also strangely reminiscent of what had happened with Quinn, but worse. Worse because they had been my family and because they hadn’t seen me for who I was or wouldn’t see me for who I was, even after I had been lost. Worse because I would have brought down the moon and stars for my mother and yet still I’d been laid to rest with rites I didn’t believe in, blessed even, in rites I didn’t believe in.

“When I realized that it probably wasn’t safe to come out to my folks, I... tested out a last name. Something that didn’t tie me to anyone in this world. Ithilion, I called myself, in the same language that Brenior comes from.”

“What does it mean?”

“Son of the moon.” I sighed softly. “I was born in the morning hours. Too small and too weak for this world.”

“And yet you endured.” A small smile edged to my lips, the shift beginning to fade. And yet, I endured. She got it.

“Through hell and high water.” I murmured. Silence fell over the area, even more than normal it felt like.

“Bren?” I made a low sound. “I know it’s not my place, but... if you want me to call you my son...”

“I couldn’t impede.” I murmured. “I... Ryder...”

“Was an adult who made his own decisions. I do not hold you responsible for his death. Nor would you be replacing him. But if you want me to call you my son...”

“I’d like that.” I whispered. “Mom.”

#Wrath and Ruin #Welcome to the Badlands #Welcome to the Badlands Series

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deathbecomesnerds · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @supermarine-silvally! Sorry for taking so long on this!

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have an impressive 81 works.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

*checks A03* Holy Banana Nut Muffins...a whopping 664,798 words. That's impressive, Liz! Thanks, Liz!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So, I currently write mainly for the Guy Ritchie universe? But I focus on 'The Gentlemen' but that doesn't mean some characters from any of his other works don't creep in.

I write also for 'Control', it's my favorite video game. Everyone should play it.

Sometimes, depending, I do write the occasional Stranger Things fic.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Trouble (The Man From U.N.C.L.E): 240 Down, But Not Out (The Man From U.N.C.L.E): 189 Little Girl/Old Man (Stranger Things): 151 Mess (The Gentlemen): 125 Til Death Do Us Part (Stranger Things): 110

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. It depends on what is said. I like to let comments/reviews be, but every so often they'll say something or ask a question and I feel compelled to answer.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooff. Umm...The Imposter? Maybe? I don't know. I like to make sure all of my work has happy endings for the most part.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

'The Unfortunate Reunion'. All the shit went sideways, people died, and a pregnancy was lost. But the bad guys were killed, and there was peace and love...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. I do. I guess I write all kinds of smut? Idk, it's smut! What more do you want? lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Sometimes? But not really. I like to keep all my dollhouses separated.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! A long, long time ago...and it was translated into Spanish, too!!

12. What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest?

I guess my ongoing one, Bark Like A God. I'm going on two years with it and I've still got a long ways to go.

My shortest? I'm not sure. I do write a lot of one shot/stand alones. But if you are talking about something with multiple chapters, probably 'The Unfortunate Reunion', or "...And Baby Makes 3', I wrote them both in two months.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I prefer to write OC's, and like to pair them with characters.

BUTTTTTT...I am a sucker for Jesse Faden/Dr. Casper Darling (Control) and you can fucking fight me on that one!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There is this one fic, "Did You Hear About Jackie?', it's a Castle Rock fic, I've gotten 3 chapters in and then dropped it for my current fic spiral of 'The Gentlemen'. I'd love to get back to it and finish but I doubt it. It's been like, 3 years.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure. Character development? Dialogue?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Run-on sentences and paragraphs. Like...I go full blown Stephen King with describing things sometimes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I wish that I knew other languages so I could very openly do that. I do use Google Translate, or if I happen to know someone who speaks the particular language, I'd ask them.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Okay, hear me out...CSI: Vegas. I was in middle school. Greg Sanders/OC. The fics I still have on my A03 & FF.Net accounts. They're horrible written. Lol.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Y'know what, I am so proud of 'New Daddy', it's a smut that I literally spent a whole year writing. Nobody really paid it any mind, but I don't care. I put so much time and energy into it. I fucking love it.

I guess I'll ask @rayslittlekitten @kesskirata @autumnleaves1991-blog @spacegoldilocks

#writing #bunnie does a thing #the gentlemen #control remedy

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kom-poetry-channel · 1 year ago

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Jeg har sett med egne øyne Herren komme i sin makt; han har trampet ut en årgang og av vredens druer smakt. Han har sluppet asgardsreien løs og lyn fra sverdet brakt. Hans sannhet i anmarsj!

I hundre vaktmenns leirbål har jeg sett ham klar til kamp; de har reist for ham et alter her i aftnens røk og damp; en rettferdig dom jeg leser, og jeg hører bødlens tramp: Hans dag er i anmarsj!

Jeg har sett hans skrifter flamme i stål og krigersk mot: ``Forakt skal dere hevne, og jeg tilgir deres bot''; la helten, født av kvinne, knuse slangen under fot, Mens Gud er i anmarsj!

Vi har hørt trompeten kalle, det blir aldri mer retrett; han veier alles hjerter, for hans domstol er vi stedt; Vær rask, min sjel, å svare ham; føtter, vær beredt! Vår gud er i anmarsj!

Han ble født i liljens skjønnhet langt der borte over hav; i hans bryst var det en glorie som hver enkelt nåde gav. Han døde for menns synder, og menns frihet er vårt krav! For Gud er i anmarsj!

#poem #poetry translation #julia ward howe #the battle hymn of the republic #english to norwegian #republikkens krigshymne

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scarletsaphire · 1 year ago

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ooo this is exciting

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

69. Nice. Almost all of them are one shots though.

2. What your total ao3 word count?

I am currently sitting at 120,790 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Danny Phantom, almost exclusively. There's been a handful of other fandoms in the past, but they never went anywhere.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Language of Stars - Danny can speak the same language that stars speak, and created a written language for it. Unfortunately, he forgets to translate his homework.

Our Death Was The Start (Til Death Do Us Part) - DPxDC dead on main fic. Jason and Danny die at the same time, and through some complicated soul stuff, they end up tied together. (It's in indefinite hiatus.)

How Ghosts Mature (And Why Danny Is An Exception) - Ghosts normally take a very long time to get to a level even comparable to what Danny starts as. The ghosts don't realize this until much, much later.

Ill Prepared - Maddie, Jack, and Danny go on a camping trip hunting yetis. They brought plenty of ghost hunting gear, but not the camping stuff, and especially not the stuff they need to survive a blizzard.

I've Grown A Mouth So Sharp And Cruel (It's All That I Can Give To You)-My patrol partners fic with @stealingyourbones. DPxDC. Jason cracks his helmet during a routine fight, suffering a concussion in the process. Surely, the weird things that are happening are just because of said concussion.

5. Do you respond to comments?

If I have something to say, yes. If I don't have something to say, no. I appreciate all of them of course, but some comments just. Don't give me space to say anything, and that's fine.

6. What is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hm. Probably Weapons Training simply by the nature o the whole fic. It's one I'm very proud of.

7. Whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot of the things that I write are fluffy one shots, so this is a difficult question to answer. Pretty much all of them.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, never!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

If you are someone I know personally. No. I do not. Otherwise. Nothing posted yet, but there's some things in the works.

10. Do you write crossover? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes I do! And it's actually my magnum opus: All Systems Green, my Kermit the Frog/Siri (from the Iphone) fic. where Kermit is an alcoholic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes! There's the one said before, as well as Lunch Date that I did with @hannahmanderr

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Evil question. But probably gray ghost, pitch pearl, and everlasting trio.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Our Death Was The Start (Til Death Do Us Part). I really do like the idea, but I've largely lost interest in it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm very good at coming up with ideas. I can get myself out of plot holes quickly, and can have new things fleshed out pretty quickly.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things. Can't do it. Never finished anything over 10k literally ever.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think its fine? I don't think that it should be whole conversations, and I think if its going to be a language you don't actually speak you should should triple check what it would be.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Blue Exorcist. The fics are still up on fanfic.net, but not on my ao3. They aren't good!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hm. I really like Strengths of the Past and Weights of the Present. I think it was my first gray ghost fic?

Not going to tag anyone else, but thank you for tagging me!

20 Q's for Fic Writers

I got tagged by @dp-marvel94! Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I've just posted my 22nd work a few days ago!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

37,763

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, all my published fics are for Danny Phantom. It's a fandom that's near and dear to my heart and my favorite to write for. I've written fanfiction for myself in a lot of different fandoms over the years. Miraculous Ladybug, Mega Man (Star Force, Battle Network) and Fire Emblem are a few. (Will these ever see the light of day? Probs not, lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 5. Frayed Ends - 37 kudos - Jazz and Maddie are fighting more often. Jack wants to reach out and help his family. 4. The Same Blood - 45 kudos - Maddie and Jack try to help a sick girl that collapsed in front of their house. They don't know what to make of her condition. Danny wants to help.

3. Returned Home - 49 kudos - Maddie finds Danny at home after he disappeared ten months ago.

2. The Broken Pieces Left Behind - 66 kudos (tie) - Maddie knew what the portal did to Danny. If she could create something that essentially turned him into a ghost, she could figure out a way to fix all of it. Even if she hasn't made any progress in the past two months, she'll keep trying. She didn't account for what Danny wanted. 1 . What's Out of Out Control - 66 kudos (tie) - Danny thought he had it under control. He thought he could finally hang out like they used to always do. Tucker could feel the rift between them widening. It wasn't getting smaller anytime soon.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! There were a few comments from my two earlier fics that I never responded to and it's already been so long and I feel like I ended up putting it off too long to say anything now 😓But I'm so so thankful for all the comments I receive! I never thought anyone would read my work, let alone comment on it. I'm always between two modes of 'author commentary' and 'screaming thank you and running away'.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Lol, I love my angsty stuff and there are so many different flavors of angst, so it's hard to pick just one. I'd say the piece I aimed to write for Angst Fest, The Broken Pieces Left Behind, might be it. It ends on a rather hopeless note for the Fenton family that even I don't know how to make everything better for them

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Home for a Cat. It was for a Ectoberhaunt prompt that I was absolutely stumped on. So I decided someone was going to adopt a cat by the end of the fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Ahh, so I actually posted a fic on FFN wayyy back when I was in high school. I remember it being received pretty well but I got a really rude comment on a simple spelling mistake. Back then, I was just told I had dyslexia a few years prior and I had some really bad self-esteem issues tied in with that. So, yeah, that comment basically made me terrified to ever show my work to anyone ever.

It's been over ten years since then and I wanted to actually get over that fear. I impulsively decided to do Angst Fest with the mindset that no one would even look at what I posted. Not only did people look, everyone has been so kind!!!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lkdajldkf, nope. I get flustered trying to write basic romance and having two characters hold hands, lmao. Major props to those that can, it's definitely a skill that takes time to master just like any other genre.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also haven't had this either.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but it seems like a lot of fun.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Back when the show was airing, Amethyst Ocean (Danny/Sam) was my go to. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers tropes and it's really nostalgic for me. But, I don't really read a lot of shippy things for Danny Phantom, so ships don't make or break a fic for me.

If I'm looking to read romance, the whole Love Square (MariChat my beloved) with Miraculous Ladybug will always be great. Even if I jumped ship on the show around season 2 or 3 and I have no clue what they're doing now, lol.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I honestly have so many WIPs that are unfinished on my computer from over the years. Maybe a super old one that I titled 'Phantoms in the Daylight'. Angst once more with Character Death as the main pain point. I like the beginning but oh boy, does it get sloppy and confusing real quick. I'd need serious outlining energy put into it if I'd ever want to salvage it and I just don't have it in me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! Give me two blorbos and I'll make them talk forever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Scenery and description. I love the dialogue portion so much that I end up running into the floating heads in an empty room problem in the first drafts of my fics. My first round of edits are dedicated to making sure I have a scene and grounding characters into it. And then I have to go back later to make it not feel so robotic sounding.

(Also a weakness but more as in fic than writing. Summaries and Titles. I stare at my drafts on AO3's editor for at least half an hour trying to pull something together, lol)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I can probably talk about this for hours, lol. I absolutely love foreign languages, especially when it comes to linguistics. So, I'll try to be brief, lmao. Short answer: depends on the fic but normally no. I already spend so much time fussing over the word choice/slang/formality/dialect characters use in my native language. I don't have a good enough grasp on another language for it to sound natural to the reader. ("They would not fucking say that" is my internal monologue during dialogue edits, lol)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It's a toss up between Pokemon and Danny Phantom. I first learned about fanfiction from a friend who showed me FFN for the Pokemon fics. I looked around the site and found all of the Danny Phantom fics soon after and got hooked on those. I started writing around then and it would have been for one of those two.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hard to chose one! Writing technicality wise, I'm proud of how What Remains on the Table turned out. I consider description my weak point, so the original draft was 0 dialogue with very stiff descriptions. I was able to edit it to really practice my environmental storytelling. (Although, please mind the tags if you click the link as it does deal with the dissection topic)

I'm not sure who's been tagged and I'm not sure who writes fanfic, so @lavendarlily, @fangirlwriting-stories, @grub-xd, @nanaarchy and anyone else that wants to join!

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byunbaekhyunie · 2 years ago

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♡ HAPPY 31th BIRTHDAY KWON HYUK ♡

#dean #deantrbl #deanfluenza #kwon hyuk #khh #krnb #*#neox #gifs #unfortunately for me it really is til death do us part #this man gives me nothing and i still love to the end of the world SIGHHH

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that-sarcastic-writer · 2 years ago

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Mind games ('til we lose control)

Soldier Boy X Fem Supe!Reader

Summary: You knew Soldier Boy a long time ago, and when three strangers show up at your door saying he is alive, all of the feelings you thought you had buried come flooding back. Takes place during eps 5 and 6.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, you know better than these mfs), fingering, creampie, praising kink, dirty talk, Soldier Boy bc he's a warning on his own, cursing. Spoilers for ep5. Read at your own risk.

WC: 7.2k I'm sorry

A/N: Yay more soldier boy bc we love shitty characters in this household. Hes so fun to write I'm sorry. And the finale left me in my sb mood soo I finished this piece that had been sitting in my drafts since ep5 came out. Pls father forgive for I have sinned. And so will you after reading this. Enjoy you sinful fucks

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Comments are reblogs are highly appreciated!

It had been decades. Half of a lifetime for some. But for you, it didn't feel like it had been that long. Once you left Payback, after Nicaragua, your life just felt like the same day repeating itself. And you didn't exactly look a day older than you did in '84, so ever since he died, it was like you got stuck in a loop of nothing but your own thoughts and your own company.

Until these three guys came knocking at your door. You didn't know who the fuck they were, but they sure as hell knew a lot about you. Down to your close relationship with America's favorite supe, Soldier Boy. To the public eye it was always him and Crimson Countess. But before her there was you and him. You had… Something. You didn't know what it was. He was your best friend, and you fucked, a lot. Whatever that was, you didn't know. Though that last part was always kept under wraps. But it didn't matter because you weren't Countess, you weren't PR material. You were just the girl with the psychic powers and the purple eyes. But even when he was with Countess, he would always go back to you. And you to him. As fucked up as it was. As painful as it was, you just couldn't stay away from each other, and Vought really fucking tried.

As painful and toxic as your thing with Soldier Boy was, you liked it. You liked it like you liked the control you could have on others, the power it gave you. But even he was more addictive than that. So his death was more painful than any pain anyone could inflict on you, because that you couldn't control. And as fucked up as it was, you loved him. In your own fucked up way.

Soldier Boy is alive, they told you.

He was fucking alive.

It took you a minute to understand how. They took the time to explain. You weren't surprised to learn the rest of Payback's members had to do with it. Soldier Boy wasn't exactly the most loved. He was a fucking asshole and he knew it, everyone knew it. But you don't think he ever expected his team, his own girlfriend, who you knew he eventually grew to feel something for, much to your dismay, would ever betray him like that. Fuck, did he think you betrayed him too?

The three men, Butcher, Hughie and M.M, you learned, asked for your help. You had nothing to do with what happened, they knew that, and they were hoping Soldier Boy did too. You didn't have his superhuman strength, or bulletproof skin, but you were pretty fucking powerful. Your powers, while psychic, were pretty dangerous. And you could be pretty useful at times, despite what most people thought. And apparently Butcher thought so too, because he wanted you to team up with him, Hughie and possibly Soldier Boy to take down Homelander, who you had unfortunately met at one point and personally thought to be a worse, less humane and completely psychotic version of Soldier boy. And those weren't exactly a good combination.

That wasn't what you cared about though. You cared about Soldier Boy, about Ben. You needed to see him for yourself, alive. You could figure out the rest later.

You would be lying if you said you felt bad for the Payback members who were most likely going to die by Soldier Boy's hand, an idea you seconded as soon as Butcher mentioned using Countess as bait. Your time in Payback was goddamn agony. Every member was an absolute ass to you, with the exception of Soldier Boy, who was only half an ass to you, but you had known him prior to joining Payback. Hell he was the one who got you into Payback in the first place. You were a psychic, and the team deemed you useless, like a cheap and weaker copy of Mindstorm. Even though you were the only one who was actually disciplined and skilled in combat. And you could do a lot more than just hear people’s thoughts and trap them in their own mind until they died. But alas, supes will be supes. And they harassed and abused you to no end. Countess being the worst out of them all. She pushed you around, verbally and at times physically abused you, and often used your mind reading against you until you lost control. Ben would step in at times, as ironic as it was, considering he bullied the entire team as well. But he drew a line with you, and he would break someone's back if they bothered you. Something Countess didn't exactly like, especially towards the end, where your on and off relationship with him was fading and they got more serious. She was particularly spiteful of you for years, and you wished you could say you gave a fuck. So this turn of events was particularly enjoyable for you.

"You fucking lying cunt." You spat at the red head, your fist collided with her jaw with a particular force fueled by both built up anger from years of abuse and also for taking the only man you ever loved from you. Her head snapped back into place to glare at you, not being able to move much from her chained position. "You told me Ben was dead. You fucking cried he was dead. And I believed you. I cried for him for years. And what were you doing? Honoring his fucking memory at an amusement park while he was being tortured and experiemeted on."

"Awe, were you sad because you couldn't be Soldier Boy's fuck toy anymore?" She tilted her head cynically and pouted mockingly. "Or was it because he never loved you?"

Your jaw slightly twitched, and your hands twitched at your sides, faint violet sparks radiating from them as your eyes also began to glow a light shade of violet. You lifted your hand, sparks coming from your fingertips as you opened and slowly closed one of your palms. She stared at you with wide eyes when she realized what you were doing. She looked over your shoulder at Butcher and M.M for help. It never came.

"I should've fried your fucking brain when I had the chance in the 80s, he would probably still be with me if I had." You stepped in front of her, your flashing fingers colliding with her temples. She screamed in agony aa electrity and vibrations shot straight to her brain. You were watching her writhe in agony with almost glee when you heard your name being called, or more like yelled.

"Oi!" Butcher yelled at you, you of course didn't move a muscle. He grabbed your shoulder and said your name again. "Oi, Violet Storm, that's enough. She's Soldier Boy's to deal with, remember?"

Your nose twitched, for a moment losing focus to eye the hand on your shoulder. You exhaled sharply, and groaned, shrugging his hand off your shoulder as you opened your palm again, releasing Countess with a huff. She coughed violently and you were wishing she choked in her own spit. But then again you wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing Soldier Boy kill her himself.

"I'm really gonna enjoy seeing Ben kill you like the lying and traitorous bitch that you are." You smiled at her in the same mocking and cynical way she had mere minutes ago.

You turned around to face Butcher, jaw tight and your eyes still glowing. He gave you a look, not of fear, but of like "holy shit", there was some amusement there too. You wondered if he enjoyed hurting supes as much as you enjoyed hurting each other. Probably. You said nothing to him as you walked past him and walked out of the trailer.

Fuck, it had been a long time since you've used your powers, since you felt so much power course through your veins your eyes lit up and sparks left your fingertips. It was like they had died with Ben, but now that you knew he was alive your powers were too. Your fingers still sparkled and your hands were shaking. Did he still remember you? It had been decades. He was tortured and experimented on in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine, would he still be the same or did they break the little humanity he had left? Would he care to know you missed him and cried for him all those years? Jesus. You closed your eyes and sighed unevenly, shaking your head in disbelief with yourself. Why? Why did he still matter so much to you? It's not like he loved you like you did him. No, he loved Countess. You knew she was right, but that didn't make you need him any less. Most supes had their drug, coke, alcohol, sex, but he was yours.

The two men joined you outside, Hughie having stayed outside that whole time. Butcher and M.M were looking at you, both with different attitudes of course. Butcher looked slightly amused, like he was glad he made the choice to find you. While M.M looked disturbed and like he disapproved of what you had just done. You didn't care about either of their opinions though.

"What the fuck was that? You can't be pulling shit like that." M.M reprimanded you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. These men had known you for a collective twelve hours, and they were already telling you what to do.

"I didn't kill her did I? She's fine." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Besides, when Soldier Boy gets here, she's gonna wish I killed her first. She has it coming."

"That's not what we're here for. And that sure as hell isn't what we agreed on when we came looking for you." M.M argued, seemingly tensing up at the mention of Soldier boy. Butcher stood close to him, almost as if to calm him down.

"I'm not doing this for you. I'm here for Soldier Boy. I don't owe you guys shit." You said blankly, but your expression hardened and you dropped your arms at your sides when M.M took a step towards you, his jaw tight and body tense. There it was again, like the mention of Soldier Boy riled him up. "If there is a problem with that, you can say it to my face."

"You're awfully loyal to a guy who wouldn't so much as bat an eye if you got killed in front of him. If he would kill his own girlfriend, what makes you think he'd be loyal to you?"

You clenched your jaw and your fingertips twitched with faint violet sparks, "The fuck do you know about Soldier Boy?"

"I know that he's a piece of shit murderer with no regard for the people he has hurt. I know that he's just like the rest of you supes. And you aren't any better. You are just as bad as Soldier Boy."

You took a step forward, your hands releasing violet sparks and your eyes were starting to glow as well. Butcher stepped right in front of you, creating a barrier between you and M.M.

"That's enough. We're all working together here, remember?"

"This one full on kills Gunpowder but I'm the big bad supe for shocking Countess. You don't know shit about me, or Soldier Boy I can tell you that fucking much." You glared at both of them, your face twisted into a tight expression as you turned to walk away. You heard Butcher call your name, but you ignored him and kept walking until you were away from their sight.

You were loyal to a fault. You often wondered if that was your biggest strength or your biggest weakness. And you were loyal to Soldier Boy, you loved him, though you would never admit that out loud. And you'd be damned if you weren't going to stand up for him. You hadn't realized how far you had wandered off from the property when minutes later you saw a blast and Countess' trailer blow up, leaving nothing but a ball of fire, rubble and ashes behind. Holy fuck, did he do that?

You ran back to the others, and just as you were running in the darkness of the night, you ran right into a hard armored chest. Your heart raced as your eyes traveled all the way up until you were met with the pair of cold green eyes you had so foolishly fallen in love with. Fuck he was alive, he was here. You took a step back, your lips slightly parted as you tried to speak. You gave him a quick sweep with your eyes, full armor, still fit him perfectly, but no helmet, he had a beard and his hair was slightly longer than you remembered. But it was still him, the same freckled face, the same forest green eyes, the same lips. He hadn't aged a day.

"Ben," You said his name with a small sigh, tears pricking your eyes. You wanted to hug him, kiss him, touch him, anything. But you didn't. Your hands twitched at your sides, but you were frozen in place. You didn't know that he knew you weren't part of what happened. He was going to kill you too for all you knew. "Ben I— I didn't know—"

"I know."

"What?"

He took a step forward, closing the gap you had just made and he ran his fingers over the side of your face as he leaned down. "I know you had nothing to do with this, it's okay sweetheart."

"I got knocked out cold, and when I came to they told me the Russians killed you. I-I thought you were dead. I cried for you… For decades." You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, trying to stop the tears from falling. When you opened them again, you saw him slightly tilt his head and his eyes were big with pleasant surprise, and maybe endearment?

"You cried for me?" He asked with a small smirk, like that was even a question. You scoffed softly and shook your head.

"You don't believe me?" You half smiled, you grabbed both of his hands, his shield being left on the ground and you placed them on your face. He looked at you confused for a second but realized what you were doing when you gravitated your sparkling hands over his temples.

"Woah, sweetheart you don't have to—"

"Ben, I don't think I could ever say what I felt with words. Just let me show you." You closed your eyes, and after a second of apprehension, he did the same.

Your fingers ghosted over his temples as you accessed his mind, and you allowed him to access yours. With your powers, whenever you intruded someone else's mind, it could be like a two way street. You could get a glimpse of their mind, their thoughts and memories. But they could also get a glimpse of yours, but only if you allowed it of course. You had created this shield in your mind, so that no one could ever slip into your mind. You had only ever taken that shield down with Ben. You would let him in your mind, you would let him hear your thoughts. He couldn't see images, but he could hear your thoughts, feel your emotions like they were his own. It had been a long time since you had deliberately read someone’s mind. You were high on painkillers and medication half of the time so you didn’t have to listen to people's shitty thoughts. And fuck, it was overwhelming. He felt nothing but agony and despair, a storm inside your mind. He could only imagine that was a fraction of what you felt when he supposedly died.

An uneven breath left your lips as you let him explore the darkest and most secluded parts of your mind. You let him feel your pain, and you could feel his. You could feel all the pain he endured during his captivity, all the times he begged for someone to come save him. You felt a tear slip from your eye. And just when you were about to speak, you heard someone speak.

"Oi! The fuck are you two doing? We've got to go. You can kiss and make up later." Butcher, ever the untimely man, called out to you, making you break the connection.

You gasped softly when you came back to, your eyes glowing violet for a second before they returned to their natural color. You dropped your hands at your sides and looked at Ben. You found his eyes, and they were a mixture of sad and content. And you could return the sentiment.

Butcher and Hughie walked past you. No M.M. huh.. You didn't bother to ask and you simply followed them. Ben grabbed his shield from the ground and silently walked beside you, though you could feel his burning gaze on you.

"I missed that."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Man I fucking missed bennies."

You laughed at that, watching out of the corner of your eye as he crushed up the pills Butcher brought him and snorted them. That sure brought memories.

"You know there's stronger shit out there right? Benzos barely have any kick." You said in your head, but he heard it too. He snapped his head up and looked in your direction. He looked at Hughie for a second, trying to figure out whether or not they heard it too. And then he realized you were talking in his head, using your powers.

"Can you not talk in my head? It freaks me the fuck out." He said to you with annoyance.

You tried to laugh and simply shrugged innocently, pretending you had no idea what he was talking about. "Sorry." Your voice echoed in his head again and he glared at you.

"I'm sorry who's talking in your head?" Hughie asked with alarm. He probably thought Ben was having a PTSD episode and was hearing voices or something.

"Mystic powers over here." Ben pointed at you. You smiled innocently and looked at him like you had no idea what he was talking about. "She likes to talk in people's heads to fuck with them. Be thankful she hasn't done it to you."

"I do not. I just like to fuck with you." You said nonchalantly, casually levitating one of your knives in the air with a slight move of your fingers.

"You can do that? Talk in people's heads like that?" Hughie asked with hesitation, his eyes a bit wide when he saw you so casually move your knife around in the air.

"There's a lot of things I can do, kid."

"Oh you got that right. The things this girl can do. You have no fucking idea." Ben said with a laugh, and this smug glint in his eyes when he looked at you. "The things she can do with her hands. Fuck, she can give you one hell of a time without even touching you I can tell you that."

Your eyes widened at his unfiltered words and your jaw tightened as your face turned hot. He kept his eyes on you, and there was this shit eating smirk on his face, like he was enjoying your embarrassment. You loved him, but fuck sometimes he made you want to stab him.

Hughie looked at you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape and he looked both confused and disturbed, "You guys?" You could hear the double meaning in his tone.

"Oh she didn't mention it? That breaks my fucking heart Violet." Ben clicked his tongue in disapproval and shook his head at you. You stopped the motion in your hand at the nickname. Nobody ever called you Violet, it was Violet Storm or your name, only he called you that.

"I swear to god I'm going to shove my knife into your ear if you don't shut the fuck up." You hissed in his head and glared at him from the spot you had claimed on one of the beds. He simply laughed and took a swing straight from the bottle of whiskey Butcher brought him.

"I always wondered why you never told anybody 'bout us. I mean, who wouldn't want the world to know they were fucking Soldier Boy?" He kept going, pushing at your buttons like only he could. He was doing this on purpose, antagonizing you, like he was trying to punish you for something. "But then again, you did always want a normal life, marry some ass-kissing corporate asshole, pop out a few girls with pretty purple eyes. It was quite the fantasy you had, what ever happened there?"

You clenched your jaw, one of your eyes slightly twitching, "Well maybe not all of us could move on and settle for the first stuck up piece of ass Vought sat in front of us. I actually wanted someone that loved me, unlike someone who just settled for the next decent fuck." You said impassively. You tried not to show your emotions, your face remained blank. His, however, was like an open book. The way his nose and jaw twitched and the humourless grin on his face screamed that your words were getting to him, too. If he was going to bite you could bite too.

"Let me guess, nobody lived up to the expectation? It's kinda hard to find someone who can do what I can. Did I ruin all men for you sweetheart? Is that why the minute you heard I was back you came running? Couldn't bear to live without me?" You didn't know if it was the arrogance in his voice, the humiliation you felt or if you just wanted to find an excuse to get back at him for the heartbreak he caused you when he chose Countess over you, whatever it was, you snapped.

Without thinking twice, you flicked your hand and the knife that you had just been levitating in the air flew straight to the small table Ben was sitting at. The tip of the blade sunk flawlessly in the middle of the burger he was about to grab. His face was fucking priceless. He looked down in front of him for a second or two before his head snapped in your direction, his eyes big and jaw tight. That pissed him off, and not because you could hurt him with your knife, but because that was your intention, deep down.

"Oh Jesus." You heard Hughie mumble, probably scared to be in the middle of a supe dispute with no powers now that the Temp V had worn off. But what caught your attention was Ben's reaction.

"The hell is wrong with you? The fuck did you do that for?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was aiming that at your fucking dick." You hissed at him, flicking your fingers, bringing your knife back into your hand. You watched him laugh bitterly as he stood up and you dead eyed him as he stood in front of you with a tight expression on his face.

“Since when are you such a bitch? Did the lack of dick and cocktail of pills fry your fucking head?” He said harshly, huffing at you. You bit your lip, feeling your face grow hot and your fingertips tingle with electricity.

You stood up in front of him, back straight and head high, even if he was an entire head taller than you, you weren’t scared of him.

“Since you chose a red head stuck up cunt to have kids with. You really were never too bright were you Ben?” You tilted your head and you could see the way his jaw twitched, but he said nothing. “I saw her thoughts, I could see what was in her mind, and trust me, she fucking hated you. They all did. I didn’t. Not that it mattered to you, you only loved her.”

“Then why the fuck did you let them do that to me? Why didn’t you fucking stop them? Why weren’t you there?” He questioned you, his voice getting louder and louder with each sentence until he was pretty much screaming in your face.

“I didn’t know!” You screamed back, no longer being able to control your bottled-up emotions, and you snapped. He wasn’t expecting you to answer back, and definitely not scream back at him. He pursed his lips together and glared down at you but said nothing back. So you continued. “I fucking loved you Ben, and trust me I would’ve done anything to protect you but I didn’t know. I stopped hearing their thoughts a few weeks before it happened. I don’t know why, Mindstorm probably did something to protect their minds from me because they knew I would’ve warned you. I would’ve never let that happen if I had known. And trust me had I known you were alive I would’ve looked for you, but I didn’t know. I thought you were fucking dead for fuck’s sake. So don’t punish me for something I had no control over, I punished myself enough for the last thirty years.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt your face get coated with hot tears. Your breathing was uneven and your hands were shaking. You had never told him that you loved him, not ever, you had never even said it out loud. You found his eyes, and they were softer, glossy even, and his expression softened the second those words left your mouth. It was like reality had smacked him across the face, a little too late.

“Sweetheart I—”

You shook your head, “Fuck you Ben. Just fuck you.” Your voice was quiet this time, soft and broken. You missed the look of genuine regret he gave you. But you weren’t looking at him anymore, you stared at the floor as you walked past him, shoving him out of your way and you headed straight to the bathroom.

Ben slightly flinched when he heard the door slam shut. He thought you ripped it off its hinges with how hard it closed. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, mentally kicking himself for being so fucking stupid. You loved him, how did he never see that?

He was about to follow you to the bathroom when he heard Hughie speak, for the first time in the last five minutes, “Maybe you should let her cool off.” He said quietly and with caution, but he shrunk further into himself on the couch when Ben glared at him.

“And maybe you should mind your own fucking business before I shove my shield up your ass.” He said to the brunette and smiled sarcastically at him.

“Nope, I want nothing to do with this.” Hughie said as he stood up and went straight to the door, probably just to sit outside until Butcher came back, but he didn’t definitely didn’t want to be in there when whatever went down between you and Soldier Boy. Probably a good idea.

Ben paid no mind to it, he instead turned his attention to you. He stood outside the bathroom door and knocked a few times.

You wiped your face with your hands, keeping your face in them for a few seconds, silently screaming in frustration when you heard a few knocks on the door. You looked up and looked in the direction of the door and you had a feeling it was Ben. No, you knew it was him.

“Fuck off Ben.” You called out, but instead you saw the door handle jiggle, but of course it was locked. Not that that would actually stop him.

“Y/N seriously let me in.” He said through the other side, you heard him sigh heavily. You exhaled heavily and told him to go away again, but of course he wasn't going to give up that easy. “You either open this goddamn door or I’ll break it. And then we’ll have no bathroom door. Your choice.”

You groaned out, running your hands over your face with frustration. He was fucking insufferable, and stubborn as fuck. But you knew he would just kick the door open so it wouldn’t make a difference. You sighed heavily and tried to compose yourself before you unlocked the door and opened it. You glared up at him the second he was in your view.

“I don’t want to fucking talk to you.” You huffed at him, face fixed into a frown. Fuck he forgot how stubborn you could be too.

“Don’t be fucking childish.” He rolled his eyes at you and invited himself into the bathroom, making you back up in the constricted space until your back was hitting the vanity sink.

“Yeah because you’re so mature.” You muttered and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and you kept your eyes glued to the shitty floors, but you refused to meet his eye, though you could feel his gaze burn on your face.

He sighed heavily and took a step closer to you, he wasn’t all up in your face like before, but just enough to be in your way and in your view. And he spoke again, his voice smooth with cockiness, “Do you remember when we first met?”

“How could I forget?” You chuckled dryly at the memory, it was still fresh in your mind, you thought about it every day.

“So you remember how you flung me ten feet across the room for trying to kiss you?” He asked with a small smirk. You weren’t looking at him, but you knew he was smirking, you could hear it in his voice. You pursed your lips together trying to stop yourself from smiling, and you simply nodded. “The minute you threw my ass across the room and I saw those pretty eyes light up violet, you fucking had me. I couldn’t stay away from you. You know why?”

“Hm?” You mumbled, still forcing yourself not to look at him.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to meet his eyes and fuck he had you melting the second his green eyes found yours. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours and he spoke, “Because you drove me crazy like nobody ever could, I wanted you from the minute I saw you. You said I didn’t love you, but you’re wrong, I did, I just didn’t think I could have you, not like that.”

“Thinking was never really your strong suit, was it pretty boy?” You laughed softly at him, not fighting his hold, not fighting his gaze, you just melted into it, you were tired of fighting.

“Fuck you.” He shot back with a chuckle and a small grin.

You were about to respond when he crashed his lips against yours without a warning. You gasped against his mouth and inhaled sharply through your nose, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been dying to feel his lips on yours again. You kissed, him, and you fucking kissed him hard. You gripped his jersey so hard you thought you were going to rip it and you held him against you. He slipped an arm around your back and pulled you flush against his chest as his mouth covered yours. He bit your lip and your mouth fell open. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, exploring it like it was the first time, it sure as hell felt like it after so long. He held you tight and took as much as he could until you were gasping for air. Only then he pulled back, and he was tugging at your clothes like he wanted to rip them right off, he was tempted, too.

“Fuck, I haven’t had some pussy in forty fucking years, I feel like a hormonal teenager. I really fucking want you, like right fucking now.” He rasped between breaths as he left open mouthed kisses on your neck. You hands were tugging his baseball Jersey off his shoulders when you heard him, and you couldn't help but snort.

“Jesus. Everything that comes out of your mouth is so gross. Your head is even worse, it’s like fucking Herogasm up in there.” You teased, hissing softly with pleasure when you felt him dig his teeth into the pressure point on your neck, well at least he remembered your weak spots.

He grabbed your jaw and pressed a hard kiss to your lips before he spoke, “Trust me sweetheart there’s a fuck load of shit up there. I can show you, some other time. I want to be inside this pretty pussy first.”

“Fine by me.” You bit your lip, your thighs rubbing against each other with anticipation.

You didn’t waste time, you knew Butcher would be back soon and off you would go. Ben stepped back as you pulled your shirt over your head, and he did the same with his, your clothes making a pile of clothes on the floor. You were all over each other in seconds.

His mouth was on yours and his hands gripped your ass. You gasped softly when one of his palms collided with your clothed ass and he smirked against your lips. His tongue was back in your mouth and it was fucking messy and desperate, but you didn’t care, hell you loved it. In the process, he hoisted you up on the vanity and he stood between your legs. One of his hands tugged your jeans down your legs, your panties along with it. You kicked them off and you were pretty much naked, exactly how he wanted you. He pulled back, leaving you to chase his lips for a second. He smirked, bringing two fingers to his lips and he spat on them before he was pressing them against your clit. You gasped softly and your eyes instantly closed at the shock of pleasure. He spread the wetness of his fingers over the bud for a second before he was sliding two long digits into you. And you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

“You’re so wet for me already aren’t you, pretty girl? I could fuck you right now, wouldn’t even have to finger you open.” He chuckled lowly as he watched the way his fingers slid in and out of you with ease. And you really wanted to fucking scream then.

“Ben I know you like to tease and make me beg for it, but we don’t have a lot of time and I swear to god if you don’t fuck me I’m going to shove a knife into your ear while you sleep.” You threatened, one of your hands coming to grip at his longer strands of hair. And he laughed at you, you sounded more desperate than anything.

“I forgot how desperate you could get when cock drunk. But I like it when you think you can tell me what to do, it’s cute.” He chuckled, mocking you even. But his fingers left you as soon as he said those words. As cocky as he was, you knew he was as desperate for intimacy as you were, the hardened silhouette of his cock said as much.

He pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth as he tugged his sweatpants and boxers down his hips and his cock sprung free. He pulled you to the edge of the sink by your hips as he slid into you. He swallowed your moans as he let out a groan of his own the second he felt your walls squeeze his cock.

“Fuck,” He groaned against your mouth, sitting still for a second, the bare feeling of your walls being nearly enough to make him lose it. But fuck that, he didn’t spend forty years in a lab alone just for him to end this before it began. “I forgot how fucking good your pretty pussy felt around my cock. There was never anything like it.”

You were barely listening to his words, it had been a long fucking time since you had been intimate with anyone, let alone since you had been with him, and you were already fucking gone.

He grabbed your ankle and hooked your leg high on his torso as he drew back before he slammed back in with enough force to make you slide back on the sink. And again. And again. He held you by your hips as he quickly found a pace. It was fast and hard, but you knew him, you knew what he could do, and you knew he was holding back. And you didn’t want him too, whatever he had trapped inside there, you wanted him to let it out.

“Ben,” You could barely trust your voice, but he heard you and he lifted his head, his green eyes small compared to the black of his pupils. You tangled your fingers around his hair and pulled, hard. “I’m not going to break, you know that.”

He looked at you, his longer strands falling over his eyes as he panted, and he looked like something snapped in his head. In any other situation, you would’ve been able to see that he was holding back, why he was holding back, but your mind could only take so much. He knew he wanted to keep himself together, not lose control, but fuck, if you wanted all of it, he would give you all of it.

He grabbed the same leg that was on his waist and threw it over his shoulder and snapped his hips, fucking hard. You actually screamed this time, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, the new angle allowing him to bury himself deep enough to brush against your most sensitive spot with each snap of his hips. He wrapped a hand around your hair and pulled your head back, his lips ravishing your neck as he braced himself on the mirror behind your head. There was nothing slow or romantic about the way he fucked you, it was rough and animalistic, like he was angry and also desperate for intimacy all the same time.

“F-fuck Ben, don’t stop.” You muttered out, your jaw falling open as you felt a burn deep in your stomach and you could feel electricity run through your entire body.

The hand that wasn’t gripping his hair for dear life gripped the vanity beneath you in an attempt to stop yourself from sliding back and forth with each thrust he gave you. You felt electricity run through your fingers and you felt something crank under your hand along with the warm feeling of sparks on your fingers.

Well shit.

“Shit,” Ben chuckled when he saw the way the vanity cracked under your hand and some pieces fell on the floor. “You wanna come sweetheart? You wanna come all over my cock until you’re a shaking, whimpering mess?” He coaxed into your ear, his hips grinding into you as he released your hair and pressed his thumb against your clit. He could feel your wall squeeze him and your legs shake, he knew you were close to tipping over the edge.

“My pretty Violet,” He pressed a wet kiss to your jaw as he rubbed harsh circles on your clit, and he soaked in the way your lips parted to let out broken moans. “Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes.” He demanded you, giving you a particularly sharp thrust that made your eyes shoot open, giving him exactly what he wanted.

“Yeah that’s it, I missed making those pretty eyes lit up.”

Your eyes were shining bright violet as your orgasm washed over you, leaving you breathless and you shook, your walls clenching around him as a wave of wetness seeped through you. You whimpered his name quietly over and over again as he fucked you through it, soaking in the way your walls squeezed him and it triggered his own release, he didn't have to control himself anymore.

��Fuck, that’s it, just like that.” He pressed his face into your neck and squeezed his eyes shut, a low moan of his own leaving his lips as he spilled himself inside you with a sharp and deep thrust. You felt the mirror behind you shatter just as he came, his hand putting enough pressure to make pieces fall out the frame. And you knew he felt it too. “Fuck me.”

He stilled inside you and stayed there for a while. You held on to him and you honestly had no idea how long you even stayed there. You just knew that you both were breathing normally by the time he pulled out of you, your mixed releases seeping out of you. Ben still had his face on your neck, but you heard him mumble something.

“I'm glad you didn’t forget me. I know I never forgot you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

It felt different, the air, like you no longer could cut it with your knife. Maybe you just needed to fuck it out of your system. It tend to be like that with Ben, a good fuck would solve all of your problems. At least now you were being honest with each other.

He was sitting on one of the beds now, and you were sitting on the other. Hughie had returned by then, not wanting anything to do with what had just happened so he didn’t inquire much, good. They were talking and you listened quietly, absentmindedly levitating one of your knives, though you knew you would have to talk to Ben about what he said. There were a lot of things you still had to talk about. But you would have time for that. So when Butcher came back with an address for the TNT Twins, you knew you were on your way to fuck some people up.

You were suiting up when Bucther went to the bathroom and immediately came back with a distraught look on his face. “Oi, the fuck happened in here?”

You and Ben looked at each other, he had a small smirk on his face and his typical smug glint in his eyes. You were a bit more reserved and you felt heat rush through your cheeks as you looked down. Butcher looked at Hughie, and when the younger boy looked at you and Ben, Butcher groaned.

“Fucking hell you two. I leave you children alone for an hour and you’re already fucking like rabbits.”

“Hey at least you didn’t have to hear it. It was fucking bizzarre.” Hughie muttered from his corner, looking extremely mortified. Ben looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“I can still shove my shield up your ass. I guarantee you it feels real fucking nice, wanna try it?” He said to Hughie, slightly lifting the heavy shield in his direction and he flashed the younger brunette a perverted smile.

Poor kid, he had to deal with the three of you.

“Ben leave him alone, poor kid is already traumatized enough as if by your presence.” You said to Ben, slightly nudging his shoulder with your own as you leaned into him, your chin pressed up against his shoulder. He looked down at you and half smiled, his eyes bright and big. It had been a long time since someone looked at you like that.

You fucking loved Soldier Boy, and he loved you. In his own fucked up way. But you were okay with that, because you were fucked up too.

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sunatoru · 2 years ago

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bottom of the deep blue. (6)

⇒ mermaid!suna x siren!reader

summary : sirens, creatures of unmatched beauty and cunning charm, they lure men in with their voices and grace, taking advantage of all the gullible fishermen and pirates. mermaids, the peacekeepers of the deep blue sea, naive and kind to a fault at times. a fated encounter between the two underwater dwellers leads to a difficult situation and a love that shouldn’t be.

warnings : naive reader, mentions of death, mentions of blood , mentions of being captured, mentions of torture, cruel treatment, brief description of mutilation.

genre : mermaid au, pirate au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, betrayal

a/n : i think the last few chapters are gonna be pretty short, like 2k-3k cuz im really busy with work and i just broke up with my boyfriend so that’s fun 🤩 oh well. let me know what you think about the chapter!!!

w/c : 2.2k

it was never his intention to hurt you, rintarou didn’t want you to be chained up and stripped of your very identity every waking hour of the day, however it was his actions and selfishness that led to this situation. you were to be chained and tortured from sunrise til sunset — or until captain yuuji deemed you too unwell to handle anymore harm for the day.

rintarou wasn’t a horrible person, but he was an idiot. when yuuji had first promised not to kill him in return for a siren scale, rin was blinded by the idea that maybe if he gave yuuji more than what he asked for— he could get a bigger reward. freedom.

unfortunately, rintarou didn’t take into account the fact that the extraction of those scales would be by force, not a single drop of sympathy from the sleazy pirates. your screams pounded against his skull, your begs and cries for him to help or for the crew mates to stop and to leave you alone, they clung onto him from the moment he woke up to the moment he once again fell into a slumber.

he knew what he needed to do, he needed to find an opportunity and use it to get you out of that cage and back into the water where you’d ultimately be much safer, and maybe if the two of you were lucky, you’d be accepted back into your family and he wouldn’t be a dishonoured guard.

however, rintarou knew that was wishful thinking.

getting you out of the cage wouldn’t be the hard part, and your sisters accepting you wouldn’t be an issue either. what posed a threat was the act of getting you off the ship and into the water especially now that the crew had stunted your legs from forming. he would have to drag you and use all his body strength to get your heavy tail off the floor, but it could be done.

he just needed a little bit of patience, and a lot of grovelling.

—

with light footsteps, rintarou picks up a bucket and fills it with sea water, if your legs couldn’t form the next best option was to keep your tail wet so you wouldn’t die of dehydration. the ship was dead asleep save for the captain who seemed to never close his eyes. yuuji was locked away in his quarters, paying no mind to what rintarou was doing— not that he could even see the scheming merman.

rintarou sprints to where you were locked up as quietly as he could. his goal was to not let any of the water drop while also keeping the attention off of him, and he thanked whatever God there was for letting him complete at least one task successfully.

he makes it to your cage and mumbles a small greeting, following it up with an apology before he threw the entire bucket’s worth of water all over you. you could only gasp at the sensation of being hit by a large wave of water.

“…thank you.” your reply was dry as you blinked rapidly to clear up your eyesight. “what do you want?”

rintarou clears his throat, choosing to ignore your short tone and icy glare. he sends you a sheepish smile. “so, i have a great idea!“ he got himself situated on the floor in front of you, leaning back to rest his body weight on his hands.

“i think the only advantage we have is our sleep schedule being drastically different to that of a human’s. pirates are also heavy drinkers, so i was thinking i could get them drunk— they pass out, i get the keys and we jump overboard?”

you hummed half-heartedly, thinking over the plan in your head, it didn’t seem horrible, but it did seem like it could go wrong very easily.

“and when would we do this?”

rintarou stayed silent for a few seconds, lips pursed and brows furrowed as he went over the remaining timeline before the final harvest. “i don’t really think we have enough time to perfect the plan, we’d need to do it as soon as possible… m-maybe tomorrow night?”

“rin…”

“no— it’s fine, tomorrow after they come down to harvest your scales again, i’ll suggest we celebrate about how much profit we’re going to make, then once they’re drunk enough i’ll get the keys from them.” he nods at his own words, setting them in stone and preparing himself for the day ahead of him.

“yn, i hope you know i truly am sorry. my apologies can’t take back the hurt i’ve caused or make up for betraying you, but i do regret what i’ve done. when we get out of here i’ll spend the rest of eternity making up for what i put you through. i promise.”

“i don’t need your promises, rintarou. i just want my sisters back.” you look away from the man, who had put his hand through the opening of the cage, curling his hand until only his pinkie was left outstretched.

rintarou keeps his hand held out to you for a few more seconds, before dropping it, he knew you wouldn’t reciprocate the action.

“i’ll get you out of here, yn. just… hang in there.”

you kept your head turned away.

—

rin watches closely as the two usual crew mates make their way down below the deck, sinister smiles on their faces and an empty bucket in each hand. rintarou’s brows furrowed… why did they have two buckets?

light on his feet, rintarou takes quiet steps towards the door that leads to the room below the deck, heart beating just a little faster than before and his breath hitching as he picks up on what the two of them were saying to you.

“count your hours, pretty. the last thing you’re gonna see before captain yuuji guts ya is us!” they cackled, shoving one another and slapping their thighs as if what they said had been the peak of comedy.

you remained silent, head down turned and eyes trained on anywhere but the two men standing menacingly above you. they scoffed at your lack of reaction.

“stupid siren, bitch. i’m gonna make sure you feel the pain my comrades felt when you ate them alive.” he spoke lowly, crouching down before you and roughly gripping your jaw from outside of the cage, he sneered at the sight of you.

rintarou bites his nail, you no longer had a few days— they wanted to speed up the process, they wanted you dead by sunrise.

pushing himself away from the wall, he slithers into the room, clearing his throat to announce his presence. “lovely evening, isn’t it?” he pulled out one of the chairs that had been stacked in the corner of the dimly lit room and sat on it, resting his arms against the backrest of the chair.

“y’know, just a word of advice— the longer you take to kill a siren and the less you harvest their scales, the more potent they become.” he smiled brightly at the two men who looked to him, then turned to each other. mulling it over in their heads for a second before slyly smirking back at rin.

“anything to cause these leaches more pain.”

rin’s bright smile drops into a stiffer one, he pays the backrest once before jumping off the chair, biting back a grimace at the sound of your newly beginning screams. he spotted the key on the shorter man who remained seated by the cell door with the bucket clutched tightly in his arms and the keys dangling from his hip.

with limited time, rin runs back up to the upper deck, frantically searching for the alcohol that had been stocked on the ship. he didn’t need to get everyone drunk, just the two who had been assigned to harvest your scales from you. racing across the large ships deck, he makes it to the far left corner of the ship, where many new boxes and kegs were placed on display.

he was sure the two men weren’t the pickiest, pirates weren’t known for their refined palates. grabbing two bottles in each arm, rintarou sprinted back towards the door to the lower deck, ignoring the groans and shouts of protest from the crew mates manning the deck. they’d be asleep soon enough anyways. the sun had begun setting and the sky had now been engulfed in a pretty purple hue.

he made his way down the steps and loudly dropped the bottles of alcohol onto the chair he had previously sat on.

“boys, it’s your lucky day— look at what i snagged!” he holds one of the drinks in his right hand, raising it as a toast to the men. the two of them looked at each other, the bucket half full of your scales, then back to rin who now shook the bottle tauntingly at the men.

with a satisfied nod, the men pick up the bucket, lock the door and take a seat on the floor with a bottle each, taking large swigs until eventually the bottles are all empty. the two drunken idiots giggle and murmur to one another, laughing about how they got the privilege of drinking the special alcohol, rin paid no mind to their blabbers.

when he was sure they were far gone enough, he snagged the keys from the short man who was now passed out face down on the moistened floorboards. rintarou tip toes his way to your slumped over figure, holding back a gag at your mutilated tail, you had essentially been laying in a pool of your own blood, tears and discarded scales. he didn’t know if you’d be able to handle the pain of the salt water seeping into every tiny cut and crevice on your heavily injured tail.

with a shaky breath rin unlocks the cage, and makes quick work with you, grabbing your limp arm and slinging it around his shoulder, muttering a quick apology at what was about to happen, before dragging the rest of your body, your heavy tails scraping against the harsh texture of the floor, you bite back cries of pain even in your weakened state. you could cry when you were free.

rintarou uses one hand to push the door open, the other still tightly gripping onto you. he peeks his head out and when he confirms the area is empty, he uses the strength he built up after many nights training in the royal guard program to haul your body closer to the ledge, once you were in the water things would be easier.

but easy wasn’t a word that rintarou liked much. as the two made it to the edge of the ship they hear a loud and amused sigh, heavy footsteps slowly making their way towards the two. rintarou curses, turning to look over his shoulder at yuuji who slowly claps the closer he walks towards them.

“i’ve gotta say, im impressed. you actually almost made it.” pulling his pistol out from the place beside his hip, he had the gun pointed straight at rintarous chest. an icy grin on his face.

“unfortunately for you, im not as dumb as you think. drop the siren, rintarou.”

the two men held eye contact, a silent battle fought only with harsh glares.

“let her go, or i shoot the both of you.” he cocks the gun, eyes still firmly locked onto rin’s. the merman could only gulp. he looked at you, your eyes no longer half lidded, your body more alert now that there was an active threat placed in front of you.

you looked so… fragile.

rintarou sighed, letting go of your arm and letting you drop to the floor with a cry. he stepped away from your body, ignoring the weight of your hurt gaze.

“if— if i leave her here, if i promise to stay far away from the ship… will you let me go?” his eyes are down cast, a frown prominent on his face. he closes his eyes at the sound of your choked gasp.

“rin… w-what—” your broken whisper is stopped by the sound of yuuji’s loud cackles, the blonde man clutches at his chest tightly as his laugh becomes more hysteric.

“you truly are a bastard, y’know rin, i really liked you. sure— whatever, you wanna live so badly? go jump, but if i see you anywhere near this ship, i will make sure your death is a slow and painful one.”

rin let’s out a relieved sigh, sparing you one last glance before preparing himself to jump over, he shivers at the fire burning behind your heartbroken gaze.

“oh, rintarou. before you go,” yuuji lets a bullet fly straight into the fleeing boy’s shoulder, watching in satisfaction as he falls overboard with a shocked gasp and a cry of pain. “foolish boy.” yuuji places his gun back by his hip.

he turns to look down at you, examining your weak body as you lay silent on the floor. if you weren’t a damned siren, yuuji would think you were quite the beauty. with a hum, he turns to knock on one of the cabin doors, getting the men inside to drag your body back into the lower deck cage, ignoring your pleas and begs for them to let you go.

on the way back up, the two drunken fools were dropped by yuuji’s feet.

you wouldn’t be the only one begging for your life tonight.

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