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eleni-cherie · 2 years ago

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.7

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Barranquilla, Columbia

After weeks of numerous circumstances interrupting their initial plans, they finally found their way to where the lattest clue had let them to.

'Los Ladrones' was the name of a beach in a big forest area right next to Barranquilla, the Rio Magdalena deviding the city from it. Big lakes and swamps filled this well vegetated area, while north-east 'Isla de Corazón' was floating in the middle of the lake.

Despite them having reached their destination in a fairlyshort time - Seokjin's stolen interpol ID having come in handy for this - they hadn't managed coming too far yet as unexpected visitors distracted them once again. Although perhaps it shouldn't have come as a surprise but rather foreseeable that the organisation wouldn't give up that easily and leave them alone for too long.

"I see twenty."

Jimin lowered the binoculars and pushed himself up from his laying position. From up there on the hill they had a clear panoramic view of the whole forest and even a glimpse of the sea behind the tall trees. It was almost scenic if it wasn't for the raising smoke in the middle of it. "How did they even find out about this place?"

"Maybe you told them when they drugged you?" Yoongi suggested and also lowered his binoculars to glance at him with raised brows. Earning a frown from the younger one as he began doubting himself for a moment as well. "You think so?"

He shrugged. "Maybe, who knows. I wouldn't blame you though."

Frankly, Jimin wasn't able to recall doing anything like that. He did remember offering the info in exchange of them dropping Arabella's assassination, but since Kir had refused, he hadn't revealed anything. That was how far his memory went back at least, anything beyond that was a blur caused by the pill she'd given him.

"I also count twnty men," Taehyung mumbled before zooming in more and correcting himself, "No, actually twenty-two."

The binoculars were suddenly snatched from him and he groaned when seeing Arabella crouching beside him and using them instead. She'd got curious and also wanted to see what was going on exactly. Zooming into the large group of black-dressed people and analysing the scene carefully, when her eyes fell on a particular person and narrowed. Lingering on them with the binoculars for a moment longer.

"Is this - is this the woman you were talking about?" "Yeah," Jimin responded, his hand subconsciously gliding through his hair at the unpleasent memory. "Her name's -" "Kir, I know." "Oh, you know her?" He didn't know why he sounded so surprised. After all it wasn't the first time she'd recognised one of them. It was natural she'd come across some of these faces when spending a large portion of her life among them. But perhaps he'd tried suppressing that sad fact just like she herself had done. When he noticed Arabella clenched jaw though, he couldn't help but wonder if there was even more to her and Kir than a mere fleeting acquaintance.

"Yeah, I remember her," she eventually said. Swallowing hard when a flood of memories ran threated to drown her.

'From now on, you don't have a family. You don't have anything.' - It was hard to forget someone like that.

Lowering the binoculars, she silently handed them back to Taehyung. Her eyes absentmindedly staring at the direction of their opponents, before falling to her silver bracelet. Jimin eyed her with concern, squeezing her shoulder lightly in an act of quiet support. She inhaled deeply, giving him a small nod of appreciation when another loud explosion suddenly went off in the distance, disturbing the natural peace.

More smoke rose among the plants. A deep crease settling between their brows at the sight of it. "These idiots are just using explosives anywhere huh?" "They're getting impatient," Arabella simply stated. A stern expression returning on her hazel eyes as she observed the scene in front of her and more fragments of the past came to life in front of her mind's eyes. Yeah, they were impatient and sloppy, otherwise they'd never risk their work getting seen from miles away. "I bet the client puts pressure and wants results." The three guys remained quiet, an equally serious look on their faces as they heard another explosion in the distance.

Arabella sighed then and sat back on her knees, getting tired of the crouching position. "I knew even pops wouldn't be able keeping them locked up for too long. The organisation probably helped them escape. They always got backup plans."

"The only good thing is they haven't reached the right area yet." They nodded at Yoongi's attempt of optimism and got back on their feet. A sense of urgency spreading among them.

"They're close though, so let's keep moving before they do."

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'Heart-Island', which sadly wasn't heart-shaped nor had any other feature which would indicate the choice of its name, was a simple rock wit plants at first sight. However, on closer investigation it seemed to be the entrance to more mysteries. A deep cave in the rock, hidden by overgrowth, led the gang subterranean into catacombs covered in impressive structures of stalactites and stalagmites. With the occasional dull sounds of explosions and small quakes accompanying them.

They must have been underneath the lake or already forest, it seemed. Kir and her men not too far away from their position now and nearing them faster than they had expected.

"Creepy pirate statues - check. Carved stairs - check. I think it's save to say we're in a pirate cave," Taehyung joked as they climbed down stoney stairs, leading them further away from the entrance point.

The rocky ground and narrow paths made it difficult at some parts, but they continued past chasms and pointy rocks. Eventually reaching a wall small, first believing it was a ded-end when Yoongi noticed a hole on one side.

Peeking inside, there was a lever in its inside which indicated it had to be pulled.

They exchanged a glare, uncertain over its safety but Jimin ended up reached inside and frisked around. "A little slimy but.. I can reach it."

"Then give it a pull." He frowned at Taehyung's suggestion. "It might be a trap!" "So what?" "I'll lose a hand??" His friend grinned. "So we'll get you a nice hook. Like a real pirate."

Yoongi and Arabella couldn't help but stifle a laugh at this, contrary to Jimin who was quite unamused by that option. Shooting him a dead glare.

"Just give it a pull already," Yoongi complained then, getting tired and inpatient of standing there instead of continuing.

Rolling his eyes, he brought himself to position in front of the hole. Hesitating at first before reaching inside and grabbing the lever.

"Nice hook.." he repeated Taehyung's words under his breath, peeking at Arabella who was staring at him with expecting eyes. And he gulped. "Alright, I'll give it a go."

All of them were holding their breath when he pulled it.

Thankfully pulling the lever didn't cost him his hand. The only thing that happened was the wall giving in, revealing a door which they entered. On the other side being another wall with an imposing looking contraption, giant stone-wheel and chains running from it to cogs, blocking their way anew.

'For those proven worthy, the treasure awaits. For those who prove false, behold your grim fate.' Arabella read out loudly the inscription on a pillar.

"Oh great, another puzzle," Taehyung mumbled under his breath, taking a closer look on it. There was another hole in the wall with probably another lever inside. This one clearly being a trap this time. Obviously, otherwise there wouldn't be that big contraption next to it. His eyes caught something like a string hanging out of the hole and without thinking much, he pulled at it. An eery scratching echoing came from behing the wheel then, flowing through the cave.

"Taehyung, what the fuck!" Arabella exclaimed panicked, taking a step back and went behind Jimin - who really took pride of that.

"What?" Taehyung rolled his eyes and shrugged then. "Suck it and see."

Another clicking noise was heard then, getting everyone's attention back.

"Are we gonna die now?" Yoongi nervously joked, looking around to see if there was any sign of danger. The grip on his sword tightening. However, all their worries seemed redudant, at least for now, because nothing seemed to happen after all. Only the inner wheels of the mechanism turned, revealing symbols on the stone-wheel.

Taehyung took a step forward, inspecting them from his lower position. "Okay, these are clearly the zodiac signs of someone, but who?"

Arabella shrugged as she stepped forward to take a look at them as well. "I'd go with the one who hid the treasure here in the first place - Anne Bonney."

"That'd be one. But whose are the others?"

"Calico Cat's and Mary Read's, obviously," Jimin said then. "Does anyone remember which belongs to who though?"

They looked at each other, shaking heads. "I did read their birth dates when we first researched about them, but I forgot," Taehyung admitted shyly, scratching his neck. Yoongi sighed then, taking a small notebook out from the back of his pocket. "I knew noting down would be helpful.." He browsed inside, stopping at a page then. "Oh! Anne's was one day before mine."

"So pisces like you," Jimin remarked with a smirk, which the older guy chose to ignore. Continuing, "Jack's was 26th December."

"Oh!" Taehyung exclaimed enthusiastically then, "A capricorn, like me!"

"And Mary's.. unknown."

Arabella snorted sarcastically. "Like mine."

They exchanged a glance. The coincidence quite astonishing, and a little bit creepy, in a way.

"Well, that makes me the misfit, I guess," Jimin laughed under his breath. Redirecting his focus on the cypher. "But that means the pisces one should be on top. The capricorn on the right and.. the third one's.. a taurus?"

"Maybe Mary was a taurus after all."

"When did Mary die?" Arabella asked then, looking at Yoongi who quickly checked his notes.

"28th April."

She hummed, making a thinking expression which Jimin couldn't help but find incredibly attractive. "That'd be taurus. Perhaps she took her date of death instead?"

"Possible."

"My smart girl," Jimin grinned, making her blush for a moment before she waved him off.

"Anyway," Taehyung said then, taking a glance at the wheel again. "The signs are in the wrong positions."

He walked up to the cogwheels then, noticing a handle on them which he simply spun. And indeed, by turning them he rotated the puzzle wheels until reaching the correct positions. It clicked again. Everyone waiting expectingly.

"Is it solved now?" Arabella asked confused.

"Not sure.."

"Well, there's only one way to find out. Someone has to pull the lever in the hole there," Yoongi said, pointing at it. To which Jimin shot him an annoyed look. "And with 'someone' you mean me."

"Obviously."

Dragging a sigh, Jimin walked up to the hole. Taking a deep breath then, trying to trust in them and their puzzle solving skills. "Here goes my hand," he nervously chuckled before pulling it. The wall around it giving in again, revealing an exit much to his relief. And they left the area and walked into a cavern.

Sunlight illuminating it from its open end, sea water flowing in there as well. Creating a bay inside the cavern. It seemed like the underground path had led them all the way from the forest to the shore. And as they neared the edge of the cliff they were standing on, their eyes grew wide.

There it was, the ship.

Another explosion above them interrupting their awe, shaking the ground above them. The others were also near.

"Let's go."

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courcgecus · 1 year ago

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I would also love to include speculation and headcanons for Jonathan's history. Now, if you happened to have your own ideas / include parts of my thoughts, very welcome. I am willing to discuss when building world, especially if characters knew the same character, or someone happened to roleplay the said character. Note! These details are for world building for the Great Mouse Detective / Victorian / Other history adapted AU / Zootopia / Sing etc... since these AUs skip most of the canon storyline.

In these AUs especially, I see there being more of shady business going on. Mr Brisby might have been a man of his family, but also a thief, especially when situation required it - helping a group of rats to achieve freedom from their shared pasts. Playing around dangerous individuals. Yet, laws and regulations considered, the punishments would come even for noble ideas... or, a rival would get him first.

Marriage of Mr and mrs Brisby was looked at little strange. You have an urban mouse moving to country side, where mrs Brisby had lived her entire life in the small community. He apparently never had an education, talks strange and unknown things, and no one has any idea about his family line or his history. Suspicious, thought many. But mrs Brisby was always convinced he was good hearted - and right she was! As a husband and father, he was the best one could have. He built the house, educated the children, lived life at peace. They didn't have much but they had everything they needed - and during hard times, he always seemed to have a way to bring food on the table. Or something nice to treat the family once in a while. What ever trouble surfaced, he always seemed to have an idea or solution to solve it. Sometimes, he would leave for the night after work and dinner. To see a friend or do a task he had forgotten earlier, or do extra work.

And one day, he didn't come back.

And for many weeks, if not months, she had no idea what had happened to him. She refused to believe he had left them -

and when the time came it was discovered he had been killed for trespassing. Body wasn't found, but the witnesses had came forward for his disappearance. Not only, was she struck by grief, it forced the family tight. One secret after another revealed of his past life - streetlife, subjection to experiments, thievery and friendship with the rats. Discovering the stone from his stash, she kept it hidden, while in came people who claimed Jonathan owed them. One of them, the factory owner and politician, Jenner, contacting the fresh widow with multitude of accusations towards her husband. Without Jonathan's income, the increased costs forced the family out their home - and against her will, move to the cities where mrs Brisby could work.

The stone held many mysteries - from where such an artifact could have been found - was it one of items Jonathan had obtained dishonestly - or what was the story behind the marvelous gem? Why that gemstone, suddenly, meant so much to her she was willing to fight for it. When Jenner threatened to sue her for not revealing the location of the artifact, even that had not scared her to speak. She always denied knowing any of that. And as a settlement, it was brushed off for the lack of evidence. Yet, it hadn't meant he had given up for her.

#tbt #|| brain burst - I have had so many ideas over almost what 10 years I have written her...#|| it's impossible to put those all on paper

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im-not-corrupted · 2 years ago

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WIP word search game!

tagged by @cuubism - thanks!

words: eat, world, run, blood, glass

eat - from forgiveness not so hard, chapter four

And, though it took him just a little bit longer, he learned Death didn’t offer her aid, nor her care or concern, out of pity. She didn’t offer it because she viewed him as weak. Rather, she offered her support—oftentimes silent, but sometimes her support took other forms, like coaxing him out of bed those first few weeks when everything felt difficult, like coaxing him to eat when the very concept turned his stomach—because she loved him.

He did not understand why. Not entirely. He was not the greatest brother out there. Before, he would not talk much at all. He became a stranger in her life and nothing more. But—but she loved him, and even though he couldn’t fathom why, she did. And he thought he didn’t have to deserve such a thing, not when it was offered to him easily.

world - from (only) a matter of time, a horizon series fic

The night after the Battle of the Alight had been one of those moments. At the time, she had to leave not only for the greater good—not only to find GAIA, to begin repairing a world so terribly broken by a threat she had little chance of truly understanding at the time—but also for herself. She set out that night in search of a mother she spent her eighteen years of life either hating or longing for, and after two weeks of travelling via Strider, she did. She found her body—Elisabet’s body—in that triangle of purple flowers, which she knew now was GAIA’s last homage to her. And she’s sat beside her for a while, in front of the place that had been Elisabet’s home, listening to old recordings from her Focus that had repaired themselves over the course of the battle, and some part of her had fixed itself. Only a small part of her, naturally, but it stitched itself back together slowly and painfully, and made way for new wounds to appear.

run - from my sandman x the raven cycle crossover fic, in which Hob is a Dreamer, and Dream is still Dream

What, then? Hob wondered. What are you, Stranger?

The voice dropped to a whisper, soft and sweet despite the threat that lurked beneath. Your worst nightmare, thief.

As though those words were a command, the terrors flew into the Dreamscape. They shrieked loudly, too much noise in his head, and his breath stuttered in his chest. He made to leave, to run into the trees behind him, but the shadows about his ankle kept him in place.

blood - from apotheosis., my fic in which Hob becomes Hope after Dream’s imprisonment

There was one man who did not meet this fate, for Death of the Endless found something…curious about this one. He was not yet dead, but she was inevitable; the arrow in his shoulder appeared to have hit something vital. Blood stained the hand he pressed to his wound in an attempt to staunch bleeding, but blood poured from the wound at a rate she knew was too fast to stop. It coated the man’s sword where it lay forgotten in the grass beside him, too. His breathing was laboured and seemed to cause him great pain, for his grimace grew worse with each one and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly as though to ward it off.

Though he must’ve been in great pain, though his journey to the Sunless Lands was inevitable, the man continued to hold on. He held onto life with a grip of steel and determination, refusing to fall unconscious even when it must’ve been preferable to this. He had a will to live bright enough to rival the sun, running deeper than anything she had seen before.

glass - from forgiveness not so hard, chapter three

”You have,” Death agreed easily.

Dream tried not to feel like his heart shattered like glass at that. “See? It is—”

”You have,” she interrupted forcefully, cutting him off. If the lights were on, he had no doubt that she would glare at him—actually, he wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t do that now, even if he couldn’t see it. “You have hurt people in the past, Dream. But you have changed. You’ve gotten better at that. You’ve mended your relationship with Hob—that’s proof enough of how much you’ve changed, isn’t it?”

Tagging @tharkuun @landwriter @arialerendeair if any of you feel like doing this!

New words: crown, fate, feather, speak, gesture

#wip word search #tag game #my wips #my fic #the sandman #dreamling #horizon games

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hxntresses · 2 years ago

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The Stray

Name – Calico Felina Age – 18 (V1-3), 20 (currently) Race – Faunus (Cat) Height – 5'6" Affiliation – Vale branch of the White Fang (V1-5), none (currently) Occupation – Thief, spy, infiltrator (V1-5), wanderer (currently)

Semblance – Camouflage: Calico can activate a state of camouflage over her body, allowing her to visually blend into her surroundings. Whilst standing still she may be virtually invisible, but whilst moving, a trained eye may detect a shimmer or ripple effect.

Personality – Calico, like Emerald, tends to act nice to people in order to gain their trust. She tends to be nicer towards her fellow Faunus, not being very fond of humans, though her attitude shifts over time. She can be sassy and sarcastic, as well as sometimes cruel. She enjoys to tease people. Despite this, Calico is rather clever. She tries her best not to provoke those who could easily take her down, knowing how to size up her opponents and pick her battles. If there is a situation where it would be wiser to run than to stand and fight, she will run so that she can live to fight another day. She relies heavily on her semblance to get her out of trouble, being her most useful trick, and it has rarely let her down.

Backstory –

Calico was born in a lower-class district on the outskirts of Vale, one where life was hard and Faunus were still treated less fairly. Her parents had tried their best to make ends meet, to give their daughter a better life, but after her father was killed during a dispute between rival criminal gangs and her mother passed from illness, Calico was left alone. As an orphaned Faunus child living on the streets, she grew up being called names, having things thrown at her, having to steal food or eat from dumpsters to stay fed. Not once had she come across a human who was nice to her. They would walk past, blind to the suffering she was going through. Nobody helped her, nobody offered their spare change. She grew up unloved, without friends and without compassion. Her semblance unlocked during this time, giving her the stealth she needed to ensure her survival.

At some point in her early teens, she came across a White Fang faction meeting. Their words and their promises inspired her, and so she joined the Vale branch. With her existing skills of stealth and thievery from growing up on the streets, she was trained as a spy and infiltrator. Once she was ready to start running missions, they decided to assign her a partner. Flynn Reynard - a cocky fox Faunus who loved tricks and showing off. At first, they didn’t really get along. They argued a lot, but eventually - as they got more comfortable with each other - the arguing turned into playful banter.

One year before the events of V1, Calico and Flynn were given a new mission. They were to be sent to Anima to take Haven Academy's entrance exam and become students there, allowing the White Fang to have spies inside who would then feed back information about goings on in Mistral and anything that might be useful to the organisation. The first year was uneventful, but Calico did find herself somewhat... enjoying her time there, more than she thought she would. It was the first time she had been surrounded by kinder, more honourable people. During their second year, they attended the Vytal Festival Tournament with their team, and were there when Beacon fell. Even though she knew this was the plan, Calico couldn't help feeling somewhat saddened, conflicted. Their status as White Fang spies was outed once they refused to assist in the fighting, and both fled to regroup with their organisation, leaving their devastated teammates behind.

Whilst the White Fang were beginning to fall back after the arrival of the Wyvern, Calico and Flynn were pursued by beowolves on their way to the nearest airship. Calico, being smarter, quickly activated her semblance and made her getaway into the ship. Flynn however, who wanted to show off and pull one of his many tricks out of his sleeve, was struggling to evade them even with his multitude of strategies. The beowolves eventually caught him, and Calico was forced to watch him struggle in vain as the airship pulled away. Calico was devastated at the loss of her partner, her friend, but she knew she would have little time to grieve.

She continued to work with Adam Taurus's branch for a few months, remaining with them only because she had nowhere else to go - wanted to believe that what they were doing was the right thing for their people - but upon seeing Adam's descent into madness, the murder of High Leader Khan, the desertion of their people during the attack on Haven... She could no longer justify any of it. She no longer felt the desire to enact revenge on humanity - she just wanted to live in peace and, perhaps, find her true calling.

She evaded capture at Haven that night, and ever since has been laying low in Anima - unsure if people were looking for her, but nevertheless trying to never stay in one place for too long. She travels from village to village, picking up jobs wherever she can, aiding people when the opportunity presents itself. Still occasionally resorting to stealing and trickery to get by, though never calling too much attention to herself. Alone, conflicted, but at least she's alive.

#i wanted to bring back my very first rwby oc and rework her a lil-#the stray // calico (bio)

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mr-miss-sunny · 2 years ago

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I decided to make a list of actually really good (lgbtq) wattpad stories because i feel like its hard to come by a good one nowadays, and who knows maybe someone who sees this post is desperately looking for something

(All of these include very good to extraordinary writing, imo)

Catching Rainbows by FairlyLocalTreehouse

Luna falls for Chloe at first sight… literally, off a ladder. And it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship, after Luna gets past the fact that Chloe doesn’t seem to be single

Sapphic, great autistic rep, really sweet and heartwarming

Vanilla by theCuppedCake

Julian White doesn’t say his real name in self-introductions. Hiding behind his middle name and a pair of overly round glasses, he tries to get through the tenacity of attending a competitive culinary school under his uncle’s influence. Amidst his learning of crust structures and the nutritional value of bananas, he meets an old friend

MLM, best writing I’ve seen in a while, cried for 30 minutes after reading, probably my favorite Wattpad book ever (strongly suggested autistic main character, but not confirmed) sequel is currently being written

The Kids Aren’t Alright by bee_mcd

The year is 1988, and Finn, Ronan, Becca and Jasper are spending the summer at a reformatory camp located deep in the Yukon. The camp, named Lightlake, is the last chance the teens have to get their lives back on track, but changing for the better isnt easy - and especially not at a place like Lightlake, where secrets outnumber the campers and myths have a way of coming to light

Amazing summer read, mainly focus on friendship but also MLM main character and a sapphic side character, sequel is also currently being written

When Shadows Rise (previously called When Queens Fall) by HeleySulich

A magic addicted spy trapped in the queen’s service must take a princess-turned-assassin in order to earn her freedom, but things get complicated when she falls for the princess she’s supposed to capture

Now a paid story, i wanted to include it regardless because its just so amazing, i wish i could reread it but i don’t have money lol. WLW, great world building, non binary rep, dark fantasy

Being Wrong by overlordpotatoe

When Charlie gets away from his drug dealing father and is sent to live with his grandparents, things aren’t suddenly okay. Charlie’s broken. He’s not sure he ever wasn’t broken. When things get unbearable, the only thing that helps Charlie feel grounded is music. What can he do when he runs out of battery for his walkman?

MLM, autistic main character, I’ve reread this book at least four times, its my ultimate comfort read, it actually contributed to me realizing i might be autistic, and look at me now, a formal diagnosis and all

The Gay Gatsby by mismatchedsockslife

When two high school boys find themselves being forced into partnership for a class project, things get interesting. With Callaway’s snarky remarks and hidden secrets, and Chance’s accidental girlfriend, their path to completing high school is anything but straight

MLM, if you’re looking for good angst, this one right here. Amazing writing, amazing characters, great overall

The Broken Song by NotJuliaChild

Elusia Vale is the most fabulous adventurer, swordswoman, thief and lover to ever grace Ishara, and she is always the first to say so. Her life has been filled with excitement and reckless abandon, but how long can she outrun the tempests she leaves in her wake?

If you’re bummed that When Shadows Rise is a paid story, read this instead, its just as fantastic and free. WLW, multiple main characters if I remember right, very long lmao, I’m still reading it

Conan The Dandelion by letsgohomehidee

Conan moves to the Big City for University, but he’s not like other boys. He doesn’t nt know how to interact with others. He’s socially awkward, and is often considered as “weird” or “strange”. He also cant touch people without feeling sick, but why? Parker is a sex addict. He’s wild, outgoing and loves to party. He’s known to be a playboy who changes women quicker than his socks. Not a day goes by when he’s not in bed with someone else. But what happens when he meets a boy who can’t be touched

MLM, autistic main character, extremely angsty, you’ll feel like an emty shell after reading, be warned (😭)

In Between Days: Raising Jordan by tristan2500

Jordan lives in his own world, or so that’s what it seems to the average person. No one, not even his brother, has ever given him a chance. That is until Tim’s best friend comes along

MLM, autistic main character, beautiful writing, Call Me By Your Name vibes

SEVENS by -crucible-

Alexei is drowning and he’s having a hard time staying afloat by himself. With a disappearing mother, unsympathetic social workers and hungry police not far off his trail, he is running out of ways to keep going. He’s desperate to find a foothold that will propel him into a secure future

MLM, angst with happy ending

Finally, my favorite author on Wattpad, I waited for last to introduce all their books (that I’ve read) into one

The Treehouse

The Lost Angel

Art For Art’s Sake

Oakleaf Academy For Boys

The Dutch Boy

By Pixie022

Go to their page for summaries

Honorable mentions: Knight by hipstateasee, All Is Found by findinglove9499, The Sound of Ice by MAndALaptop, Y.O.L.O by letsgohomehidee, Nathaniel Jean’s Senior Year by stayonbrand, Getting Wilder by booklored

And my current read that I love so far:

The Stars That Night by SkeneKidz

There’s an overwhelming amount of MLM, and not enough WLM on this list, but thats because I’ve lost track of alot of the sapphic books on Wattpad that I read in the beginning before knowing that you can make reading lists (lmao im stupid ok) im definitely gonna update with more WLW stuff when i find it

Please trust my taste, I have high standards when it comes to Wattpad

#please make sure to read the tags and trigger warnings on the stories #wattpad #mlm #wlw #gxg #bxb #queer book recommendation #book reccs

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badnikbreaker · 2 years ago

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What are your ships for your muses? Obviously you like sonamy (good taste op) but anything else?

thank u for the vote of confidence sfjkhgdlfsd. it's sort of a funny question, because i'm famously easy to ship with — acquaintances really are encouraged to forceship with me whenever they want, you will have a 99.9% success rate as long as we're not being weird abt ages. i love romance! let's make it work!! so even if i don't actively ship something, there's a pretty good chance i can and will 100% get behind it once / if i start writing it. also, i sometimes feel like making a ship preference clear signals to others that you're likely to forceship, and i never want anybody to think "ah shit i know rain ships our muses they'll probably be weird." i won't!

still, here goes —

going down the muse list — for amy, i obviously love sonamy. they're cute, i think their relationship is really sweet and unique and lovely. i also really love blazamy and jewelamy! i don't know that i actively ship knuxamy or silvamy in the sense that i'm never going out of my way to find them, but i've written both in the past and really enjoyed it! especially with all three of em getting close over the course of the war. amy just deserves all the love!!

ava really only has one meaningful ship, which is sonava, tho i'm definitely open to others! i think they're fun / have the possibility of being really fun.

yes i like sonelise leave me ALONE sonic is her manic pixie dream hedgehog!!! ROUGE CAN HAVE A HUMAN GIRLFRIEND AND THATS FINE BUT WHEN SONIC ——

whispangle for both tangle and whisper — i mean, they're basically canon. i also really like whispilver and blazangle, though!

shipping surge is a nightmare conceptually but i gotta admit i am a fan of surgeamy, tho i think surge would have a LOT of complexes abt if ames just likes her because she's "another sonic." honestly, surge just needs someone who connects with her and treats her like a person. i'm also kind of into surgesonic conceptually; very unhealthy, but lots of space for fun there? i don't have actual Thoughts abt them aside from like. lmao sonadow but with a heaping helping of 'i have been programmed to give a shit about absolutely nothing except you and hurting you.'

kit developing a tiny 'u are literally the first person in my whole life to be nice to me' crush on tails? who knows, perhaps more likely than u think. i think i do prefer that bond platonically but who knows that could change, either way i do care a lot abt them as besties.

molly x living a long and happy life.

sonia and....fucking knuckles I GUESS??? i think the way sonia would interact with a knuckles who is not a short king dork would be funny. oh and mindy. bartleby im sorry but ur not on the list sonia just gaslit herself into liking you.

rouge! shadouge is important 2 me whether it's platonically or romantically but i do like them romantically. sorry that sonic battle lays it on SO thick and fundamentally rewrote baby me's brain chemistry. i also rly rly like her and wave. thief gfs. AND ROUGE AND TOPAZ OBVIOUSLY. rouge is rly hard to ship tho and def the muse that takes the most plotting

sucre was initially made to ship with sonic when i created her at age 10 or whatever so sonsucre remains. amy, too. god amy would be so good for him.

#obviously im not forcing any ships etc etc #broadly speaking you'll have to approach me to Actually ship #and aside from amys crush on sonic and tangles crushes on whisper and blaze #these dont influence writing generally speaking #answered.#anonymous

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elfdragon12 · 6 months ago

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I've been listening to more audiobooks from librivox!

"The Brass Bottle" by F. Anstey. An unsuccessful architect in his late 20s is asked by a professor (who he met on holiday and fell in love with the man's daughter) to go to an auction and bid for items left behind by a collector who passed. He wins an item that wasn't in the catalog--an odd brass bottle with a sealed stopper. Thinking that it might contain ancient manuscripts, he opens it and instead releases a genie (or djinni, as the professor will correct). As the architect tries to live his life and win the hand of the professor's daughter, he must deal with the djinni's... Profuse gratitude.

It's... I want to say it's good, but you can certainly tell it's written by a white British man in 1900 in its language describing anyone with dark skin. The djinni is constantly referred to as "oriental" and two characters use the "hard R" once each. Now, most of the time, the culture clash comes from the djinni not realizing how much has changed in 3000-odd years. The dinner party... Feels more xenophobic with the description of the food and music. I think, for a modern audience, it could be easily tweaked to poke fun at British society. Certainly there's a hint of it already in the love interest disliking relying too much on convention.

"Book of Wonder" by Lord Dunsany. This is one is a collection of fantasy short stories based on illustrations by Sidney Sime (apparently, Sime had been complaining about getting illustration work he wasn't interested in and Lord Dunsany suggested he draw whatever illustrations he wanted and he would write stories based on them).

I didn't actually finish this one. I got through about 4 or 5 and found them to be a bit boring. For example, a thief must lead a group to steal some odes and, as everything goes wrong, he chose to throw himself off the edge of the world to avoid whatever it was this red eye was an omen of. No, we don't get to find out. Then another one is about a man with an impudent prayer that offends the etiquette of the gods and, when he finds one that may grant his prayer... He was going too fast down the stairs and tumbles off into the abyss. That's it. I won't say there's nothing of value as it's said to have been some inspiration for a number of fantasy writers like JRR Tolkien and Ursula K LeGuin, but it was not what I wanted.

"Once On a Time" by A A Milne (yes, of Winnie the Pooh). A fairy tale of a king who goes to war against a neighboring king for using seven league boots past his breakfast table a few too many times and he leaves his daughter with the Countess Belvane as her advisor, who would very much like to become the new queen.

This one was very tongue-in-cheek and I found it to be quite entertaining. The characters are almost entirely silly in their own way, even the narrator who is a historian who considers a fellow historian his rival and is quite fond of Countess Belvane (who likes to keep a diary and write poetry). It's also quite sincere, coming off as being for those who like fairy tales or fantasy, but likes to have some fun with it. Also goes to show that fantasy satire/parody has been around for a very long time.

"The Motor Pirate" by G Sidney Paternoster. A motorist is robbing people in their cars while using a very odd sort of vehicle. Sutgrove, after being a victim of robbery by this thief, swears to catch this pirate himself!

This one was somewhat interesting, but the identity of the criminal is almost immediately obvious! After a while, the ignorance of the main character (also the narrator) gets to be frustrating... And then the narrator drops the "hard R" out of nowhere in chapter 22 of 24. Then, after a strange scene where the love interest hears the criminal "calling to" her and a strange moment when Sutgrove is convinced the criminal wasn't involved despite seeing him there, we learned why in the last chapter. The criminal was actually half Indian and, thus, probably hypnotized the love interest and had indepth knowledge of eastern occultism! It was so bad!

#book review #tw racsim

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jannwrites · 2 years ago

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tv show ask meme : GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES (2022). (1/2)

a selection of lines from the horror anthology cabinet of curiosities. modified slightly for rp purposes.

LOT 36.

for some reason, they leave it all behind.

it’s bad luck for them, but good luck for you.

sometimes we roll up the door praying for a big score only to find a pile of shit on the other side.

may he rest in peace up there, down there, or wherever he may be.

you've gotta give me some room.

before we get to that, i wanna show you something.

remember, i'm the one tipped you off.

i'm sorry for your troubles, but they're not mine.

i said, i hope you rot in hell!

don't be a hypocrite like everyone else.

how the fսck do you bring that into every conversation?

i'll take all the losses. but now it's my turn.

you're not the only one that feels fսckеd.

don't be hostile with your big, weird eyes, and your bloody head.

i hate to disabuse you on your relative notion of good and evil, but this man knew and did evil on a scale almost absolute.

something tells me you traffic in the wrong, feisty side yourself there.

now we'll find out why he came here every day.

follow my precise instructions, please.

if anything not from the natural world is found on the other side of this threshold, i have one piece of advice for you. do not make eye contact with it, do not speak with it.

it will be greedy for it, hungry. do you understand.

see, it took her face as a way in.

GRAVEYARD RATS.

i am the steward of this garden of remembrance from which you've so brazenly thieved.

nothing to say for yourself?

are you aware that the very foundations of society are built on the respectful interment of the dead?

we stopped being apes when we dug our first graves.

as you can see, i'm at my wits' end.

i told you never to come here.

i need to know if you've got anything promising.

you don't understand, this is a matter of life or death.

how many times have i assisted you in the past?

i pray you don't one day count yourself among them.

forgive me, but he seems almost alive.

long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

he'll only be in the ground for a few hours before I reach him.

such a touching epitaph will remain with him forever.

that's how you're gonna beat them.

i will commit my heart to you and only you!

THE AUTOPSY.

you're gonna kill us! are you fսcking crazy?

why don’t you tell me what’s going on?

what am i gonna find?

i think i'm cursed.

the innocent get punished and everything is just dust.

from the bottom of my heart, you're not that special.

who are you to claim special qualities of sin from the rest of us?

well, open it! what are you waiting for?

this wasn't animal work. it was knife work.

you got me confused with some other body.

you either had too much or not enough, my friend.

i'll take you if you want to go as soon as we get through with this mess.

you've made your peace with this thing, then?

we're all on the same conveyor belt, [name]. some of us fall off a bit sooner than the rest, but...we're all heading for the same destination.

i'm having crazy thoughts with this thing.

are you sure you're up to this?

i apologize for the indignity, my friend. if it's any comfort, i'm right behind you.

forgive me, friend. my curiosity necessitates opening you up.

death was your escape.

we must not be understood.

put down the knife.

oh, fret not. you will understand what devours you.

come, let me rid you of it. i will love you.

you're going to use your puppet there to pluck you out.

i know what i can and cannot cut.

you are truly self-deluded.

you're nothing but a thief and murderer. a parasite. you're pathetic.

your arrogance makes you stupid.

[name] knew you'd be blind and deaf once you were out of him, you sadistic bastard.

you are in your new home, but you won't be occupying it for long.

THE OUTSIDE.

did you see anyone?

what if someone's in the house?

get some sleep, hon, okay?

she's on xanax 24/7 now.

oh, hey. i didn't know you were still here.

i thought you hated those women.

oh, what do you mean, "someone like you"?

i mean, we already know what everybody wants.

he's not gonna hurt ya.

sorry i ruined everything.

well, you're sensitive.

it's just me. i have a bad face. a stupid, ugly, bad face.

you're talking to me. i can give you the brand-new you, and that's not all. i can give you peace of mind.

you have a lot of healing to do, [name].

there's nothin' wrong with you. nothin' at all.

everybody likes you. everybody wants to talk to you.

come closer. closer. come, let me see your progress.

does it hurt when they exclude you? when they stare at you? when they point and laugh and whisper?

you want to know what it feels like to be pretty?

it's already growing, right there, under your skin.

i'll come down, but please don't say anything, because i already know what you're gonna say.

why can't you just be excited for me, huh?

you don’t need to be fixed.

you gotta put your worries down sometimes.

then why do i want to take off all of my skin and throw it in the garbage?

#rp meme #rp ask meme #rp sentence meme #rp starters #rp sentene starters #rp sentence prompts #* mine.#i'm gonna have to make a part 2 i didn't think abt how long this would get with only 4 eps #meme: tv.

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eclaire-and-pocky · 2 years ago

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Beboptober Prompt Day 15: "The Last Dance"

This one is for you, @aldreantreuperi! I know I wrote a Spike and Faye one already, but looking back at it, I think it was a very poor attempt. This one is one I can be proud of! :D

Thanks, @thestarlightsymphony, for the prompt!

Faye glanced around the large ballroom, her frilly fan open and covering most of her face as she observed the crowd. Sashaying between dresses and suits of varying colors and cuts, her eyes roamed over the faces of each guest at the party.

She had been sent with Spike to capture a petty thief who was supposedly supposed to show up tonight, but it was hard to focus when everyone was dressed to the nines. She eyed a luxury handbag she had been wanting ever since it was announced it would be dropping in stores, and frowned at the sight.

It made her nauseous, really, how rich everyone here was.

As for her own dress, she hoped nobody looked too closely at it. She had found it second-hand when the crew went out to find disguises, and it had clearly been worn multiple times if inspected a moment longer than necessary. Thankfully, due to the revolving fashion trends on Mars, her decade-old dress at least fit the desired aesthetic of the party: big, obnoxious, and covered in lace.

At least it’s not some ugly color, Faye thought to herself as she smoothed down one of the silver pleats on the front. Snapping her eyes back up to the faces in the crowd, her heart leaped for a moment as she caught a glimpse of a head of green hair. As the man turned, however, he clearly was not who Faye had imagined him to be.

She hid her pout behind the fan. Where’s Spike? He should be here by now.

The pair had agreed that it would be less conspicuous if they went to the party separately as opposed to going as a pretend couple– especially because their faces had started getting recognized lately. The last thing they would need is to be thrown out of the establishment not because they were bounty hunters– but because neither had a woolong to their name.

What Faye didn’t realize is that she would be arriving at the party two hours earlier than Spike. She couldn’t help but be put out; her ankles were being rubbed raw by the straps of her shoes, the bar had run out of champagne, and the cloud of perfume and cologne hanging in the air was giving her a headache.

But most of all, she was disappointed that Spike wasn’t there to keep her company.

Of course, she would never tell him that to his face. But when she thought about it, and thought about it honestly– she couldn’t deny that the man made her feel at home. There was something about the way that he lived his life that drew Faye to him, but she couldn’t quite place what it was.

She had given it some thought before, and her best guess was that even though he put up a believable front, he was still hurting deep down. She could see past his go-with-the-flow, devil-may-care facade; and when she chose to, she saw her own loneliness and longing reflected back at her. Just that fact alone, that unspoken similarity, made Faye feel like she could almost trust Spike.

Almost.

Then she’d inevitably remember that Julia existed. That Vicious was someone he’d be obsessed with until the day he died. That those two people mattered more to him than she ever could, that she was just one of the people who was drawn into him like a moon to an orbit, and that’s all she’d ever be: always seen, but never known.

But, oh, it was so easy for her to forget her hesitation when he’d give her that classic playboy smirk, and reach one hand up to play with the cigarette between his lips… And there she’d go again, following her heart instead of her head, back at square one where Whitney had abandoned her years before.

Maybe it’s time, she thought as she narrowly avoided bumping into someone. Time to leave again. She sighed and stopped walking.

But I’m so tired of leaving. I want to see his stupid face every day. I want to wake up and see him next to me. When I’m not on the ship, it’s like I can’t bear being apart from him. I miss his voice, his laughter, the way he seems to always be on my last nerve.

If I leave… I know I’d just come right back.

Her fan dropped to her side, sliding shut as it fell. She let out an astonished laugh and shook her head, ignoring the weird looks she was getting. Well. In any case, I want to leave this awful party. The guys will just have to deal with it; it’s not like this guy was worth that much anyway. She spun on her heel and was about to head toward the central staircase, when she ran straight into someone.

“Oof!” She said, rubbing her nose with her hand. “Hey, watch it, would ya?”

“Oh, it’s you, Faye!” Spike said as he looked down at her with a smirk. “I almost didn’t recognize you, but as soon as I heard that big mouth of yours, I knew it couldn’t be anybody else.”

“Spike?” Faye looked up in confusion.

It was Spike, but he looked completely different. His hair was pulled back nicely for a change, as opposed to sticking up in weird places all over his head. He was wearing a different suit than normal, and his coat jacket was actually on for a change. His shoes were black Oxfords, as opposed to the goofy-looking shoes he normally wore.

Faye blushed. He looked good. “Sure took you long enough,” she recovered quickly with a huff. “I’m leaving. You’ll have to find the guy on your own.”

Spike gave her a bemused look. “Oh, I already did.”

“You what?” Faye hissed.

Spike grinned. “Yeah, I nabbed ‘im on my way in, actually. It took me a while to take him to and from the police station, though.”

“So you’re telling me,” Faye started, staring daggers at Spike, “That all this time, I’ve been here for no reason?”

��Aw, don’t be mad. I’ll even give you five percent of the earnings. Y’know, since you didn’t do anything.”

“AARGH!” Faye growled, throwing her hands up in frustration. A couple guests nearby backed up to give her some space. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded.

Spike’s smile softened as he looked at her angry face. “Well, because I wanted to dance with you, of course.”

Faye flushed again, her retort dying on her tongue.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and others, this is the announcement of the last dance of the night,” a deep voice rumbled over the loudspeakers.

Spike’s grin returned, and he took Faye’s hand. “C’mon!”

Faye tried to fight the smile that was threatening to show itself. I can be angry tomorrow. But for now… I’m going to dance with Spike while I’ve still got the chance.

#cowboy bebop #beboptober2022 #faye valentine #spike spiegel #spike/faye #spike x faye #not Jet x Faye this time-- who AM I?

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saphirered · 3 years ago

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I’m in love with your writing and binged your entire page one night lol

Could I request a story with Caleb where the M9 find a wounded reader on the run from people who want to use her for her very powerful magical abilities. She doesn’t trust Caleb at first because he’s a wizard and just as she opens up to him and starts to develop feelings discovers he has been studying her powers - thought with no bad intentions. Some good old angsty enemies to lovers type of beat. Preferably with a good ending but do what you wish ;))

Apparently I'm giving you more stuff to binge as this is looking more and more like a several parter 😅. Prepare for loads of angst and conflict and some good hurt/comfort to come but for now, here comes part 1! 😘

Nobody pays attention to a vagrant dressed in rags, looking about a week past their last proper bath begging on the side of the road for money or standing by a shop, mouth watering at the food. Nobody pays attention to what they don’t want to see in their pristine cities. Not unless they want to chase you away because you’re in their way or you’re tarnishing their image. Speaking about image, sometimes some rich folk will take pity upon you, casting a coin your way to make themselves look good and generous in the eyes of others.

That’s exactly what you became when you needed to disappear. You needed to become unseen, unnoticed and a shadow among a crowd. You succeed casting away all remainders of your previous life because in the end, your life is worth more to you than your earthly possessions. Survival above all. You’ll live this way until you can get somewhere where no one will question you, or where you’ll be under the protection of others, far away where your enemies cannot reach you. Maybe Vasselheim is a good place to go? They’re not fond of the arcane magics. Sure you’ll have to give up using some of your own gifts but it’s worth being able to live your life freely.

You’re still a ways away from Vasselheim and you don’t have the funds to get there yet. Even if you make it to a port, stowing away on a ship is fine but you can’t trust them to not throw you overboard or leave you stranded at the nearest island to save provisions. And that’s if they don’t hand you over to any authorities and risk you getting back to square one. You’ll have to wander around Wildemount until you’re able to book passage or find somewhere to lay low, forever on the move. It’s not the worst and you get used to it pretty quickly.

Weren’t you lucky when you saw the recent champions of the Victory Pit were strolling around town flaunting their winnings. You need food. You need warm clothes. And most of all, you could do with some extra change in your pocket. You wouldn’t be stupid enough to steal all of it of course. Just enough to get by and they wouldn’t notice. So you trail them, sticking to the shadows. They don’t seem to notice you.

Then you struck. You got the coin pouch from the ostentatious one. It was child’s play really. He didn’t even notice you lifting the pouch from his belt when you brushed against his shoulder muttering an apology. You were already amidst the crowd when you heard the tiefling exclaim his coin pouch was gone and he put two and two together quickly, the charlatan he is so before you knew it they were on the lookout for someone fitting your description. You had to move quick, buy your necessities and get out of the market. You know just the place to hide out; the Evening Nip. Nobody asks questions there.

Once you found yourself safely sipping on the shitty ale served at the Evening Nip you didn’t expect the colourful group of strangers to stroll in. It was already too late when you spotted them and you had no where to go. Still your quickly gathered up the coin back into the ornate velvet pouch and put it in your own pocket hidden beneath the layers of your clothes putting your hands behind your back as you tried to make a break for the exit. They did not let you pass, a relatively buff looking woman gripping the handle of her sword stepping in front of you while another one, though shorter blocked your escape by interposing her staff.

“No funny business, friend. You have something that belongs to my companion here, and he wants it back.” The half-orc speaks as you grit your teeth. You’d really hoped to avoid this but you weren’t stupid enough to bring out the big artillery… yet… so you lift your hands in surrender and allow them to lead you over to one of the tables taking a seat of your own accord while you’re flanked by the buff woman on one side, the purple tiefling on the other and the rest of them takes up seating of their own around the table keeping an eye on you.

“Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way…” The half-orc leads as the tiefling next to you holds out his hand brushing his other over your shoulder in a soft push, mimicking what you had done when you pickpocketed him. Are they mocking you? Bastards.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, friend.” You speak innocently. You know they won’t buy it anyway, their minds already made up, but it gives you just a second more to get a grasp on all of them. You’re already plotting your escape, despite the odds being turned against you. You have to try.

“Oh, I think you do, and we simply want a conversation. You wouldn’t want to tarnish this new friendship now would you?” The tiefling grins as you look at him. You can feel the strings of enchantment pricking into your mind but you know how this works. You’ll just have to play along. You smile, like being faced with an old friend, just as the spell would have you have, letting your defensive mannerism fade.

“You’re quite right. It’s no way to treat new friends. Let’s not get off on the wrong foot.” You glance between all of them and you feel a pair of blue eyes stare into you, right through you. There’s just something about him that doesn’t add up and you’re almost afraid he knows you’re not under the tiefling’s spell after all but you do whatever you can to not show that on your face and play along.

“Should we get some drinks to commemorate new friends?” You suggest about to get up but the woman in blue’s staff moves across the table right onto your shoulder urging you to stay in place. You don’t look fazed and merely amused with this action as if it is a harmless joke and not a threat. The tiefling moves the staff from your shoulder as you turn your attention back to him as he smiles.

“I think that’s an absolutely wonderful idea. Drinks on me.” He stands with you and begins leading you over to the bar. Clive takes the order and begins pouring the ale as requested while the tiefling keeps conversation with you, completely oblivious and detached from his friends. You play along and when you reach to the coin pouch, you pull out the coins owed to the barkeep. The tiefling smiles and you can see from your peripheral the red head notices too. Both confirm you have the coin pouch. So once you pay you reach for your pocket grasping for a short iron rod placing it in your hand, whispering words under your breath as the tiefling talks to the barkeep, your hands begin to move according to the familiar motions and before the redhead can warn his lavender companion, the tiefling is frozen in place unable to move and you’re making a break for the door.

Spells fly left and right and you dodge a few, take the damage from others as the fighters dependant on close range rush for you. A crossbow bolt hits your thigh and a large cat’s claw appears in front of you. You try to dodge it reaching for you but it catches you and holds you in place despite your struggling to get free. They circle you, bind your hands, take back the coin pouch and your own limited belongings from you as you fight back trying to keep them away from you but you’re just alone and they are the many.

You feel helpless and desperate. That’s when you make eye contact with the blue eyed wizard. There’s a look of recognition in his eyes. Not for who you are directly, but the way you’re acting and lashing out, like some caged animal wishing desperately to be free, like a creature on the run, like you’re two sides of the same coin. His eyes reveal to you pain and suffering and pity but you don’t need his pity. You don’t need anyone’s pity.

“Why did you steal that coin?” The wizard asks as you glare at him from your seated position on the ground.

“Why does anybody steal anything? I’m hungry. I’m cold and I’m broke as hell.” You spit none too kindly.

“Then get a job. Make some money. Or at least learn to be a good thief.” The rude woman snorts. You roll your eyes. Typical. You know plenty of people like her, maybe you even used to be like her but not anymore. You grew out of that the hard way. She will too, in time.

“None of you noticed until you went to pay for something.” You grin and the woman is about to lunge for you at your provocation. So easy to piss that one off. Funny, actually.

“I don’t think she can just get a job. Not a regular one anyway.” The wizard observes as he stares into you. “You don’t have anywhere to go, do you?” Your silence, biting your lip says enough. You don’t have anywhere to go. Once you did but that’s gone. Torn away from you.

“How about this? You spent a good deal of my friend’s coin but we’ll give you the opportunity to make it back as a repayment. Stick around for a little bit and go our separate ways when the debt is repaid?” There’s some protests but the half-orc quiets them down when the wizard speaks up in your favour. He doesn’t trust you, not after the stunts you just pulled, especially not when the look on your face mirrors his own so closely but perhaps it’s something within him that calls to him to make right a wrong, or prevent another soul to be lost to the troubles he’s faced.

With these idiots bound to make a scene they’ll call attention to themselves and by default that means away from you. This might work in your favour. They’re adventurers and given that they seem somewhat familiar with the Evening Nip, you can only assume they’re not exactly always on the right side of the law. You’re not judging but that gives you some safety and assurance should things go south or you need a quick way out. And if things really do turn in your favour, they’ll be your cover to places and funds to get you far far away from this hell hole.

“Looks like you got yourselves a new companion then, friends.” You don’t smile, only displaying an expression so neutral that makes the wizard think for a second he might have made a mistake but for now you have mutual interests and if there’s anything he can count on, it’s the reliability of a common goal, and a lot to lose should you get outed.

So next you know, you’re somewhat absorbed into their little group, learning their names and where they’re from, chatting happily but you can’t help but notice that yours and Caleb’s stories are similar in some ways, mostly the lack of detail. You’ve been raised within the Empire, but found yourself on a less fortunate path fending for yourself. The only difference between you and him is that he found Nott on his path while you had remained alone. The group didn’t seem to mind your lack of details, going with the excuse you’re not about to bare your life story to the people you only just met and you’re lucky. You hadn’t told anyone what happened since you’ve been on the run and you don’t plan on doing so anytime soon, especially not to people who haven’t earned your trust yet.

Of course you’ve been roomed with Caleb and Nott, finding yourself in one of the most expensive inns in the city, paid for by the group. Unlike Nott, who goes through your stuff when she thinks you’re not looking, Caleb is the perfect roommate. He doesn’t cross any boundaries, ask too many questions or has any annoying habits. He just reclines on his bed, going through his spellbook, transcribing new spells to add to his own collection. Every time he does you get extremely uneasy and snappy and do whatever you can to not be in the same space as the wizard. It doesn’t do your roommate relationship any good and may leave you at odds at times. Caleb may not understand why but it’s not his place to ask questions, nor does he think you’ll actually answer them. Instead you make up excuses, helping Beau with training, letting Jester braid your hair, keeping Fjord company while Molly claims their room for one of his escapades, getting some booze for Nott, or when Yasha is there, watch the storms with the woman, anything to get you out of that shared room with the wizard.

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Rain hits the window of your room in the Pillow Trove as the redheaded wizard strolls in throwing his backpack on his bed and sitting down with a deep sigh. You look up over the edge of the book you’re reading seeing the wizard soaked through the bone wringing out his hair best he can. With a wave of your hand and words uttered under your breath you grin as the water evaporates from Caleb’s form, leaving his hair slightly more curly and frizzy, and his clothes warm and comfy. He gives you a look as you continue reading as if you’re completely unaware of anything going on in the room, completely absorbed into your book. Ignoring Caleb.

“I didn’t take you for the type that reads smutty romance novels.” He comments and gestures towards Courting of the Crick. You finally look at Caleb as if he only just gained your attention, as if you’re only just aware of his presence in the room. Both of you know better but this is how it is.

“You wouldn’t. But according to Jester you enjoy them very much.” You grin, having gotten to hear all about their little trip to the Chastity’s Nook. Caleb gives you a disapproving look as he begins to unpack his things, taking out the fresh ink and paper, setting out his spellbook and you mark your page, putting the book on your side table as you quickly get up and go for the door.

“Where are you off to all of the sudden?” Caleb asks as you grit your teeth. Can he not just leave you alone? Does he really trust you so little you’re not allowed to leave of your own accord?

“I’m going to see Jester and Beau in their room. Now I will bid you good day unless you think I need an escort for the room two doors down.” You snap. Okay, that may have been unnecessary. You could have at least been neutral. Too late for that now. Caleb waves his and as if dismissing you. Act like a child, get treated like a child. So you leave the room letting the door fall closed a little harder than you normally would in protest and make your way over towards Beau and Jester’s room.

Jester, happily lets you in and while Beau has definitely warmed up to you, things are still rocky. She wouldn’t go as far as calling you a friend, but more that one neighbourhood kid her parents tried to get her to play with despite the two of you never really having been friends at all. At least you can bond over your slightly criminal tendencies. It’s Jester who’s completely accepted you as one of her own, questioning you about anything and everything, preaching to you about the Traveler, gushing about her romance novels, specifically Oskar, which you’re pretty sure is actually reflecting her major crush on Fjord but let the girl dream. Who knows what will come of it?

#critical role x reader #critrole x reader #mighty nein x reader #caleb widogast x reader #caleb x reader #critical role #mighty nein

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theimpossiblescheme · 2 years ago

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May We Know Them

(Or: How Clarisse de Cagliostro Lived Outside Her Tower)

There was a story Christopher told her once, on an evening lit with fireflies and heavy with the day’s fatigue, over matching cups of hot chocolate. A story about a man whose wife had disappeared.

“He never saw much of her during the day, truth be told,” Christopher said quietly, gazing just past her out the open window. “He was always busy tending the grounds, keeping the trees healthy, polishing the flagstones… and she stayed home with the children. She wanted to work, too, but there was never time. Besides, her--her health was never the best.”

He took a long drink before continuing, as if the chocolate were some fortifying liquor. “He appreciated her for it, really. She worked just as hard as he did, just differently. It let him be away from home more, not worry so much. So he could focus on making the place beautiful again. But one day, he… he got home, and she wasn’t there. The children weren’t there either.” Shaking, gnarled hands replaced the cup on the endtable. “Never knew what happened to the children… he never even saw her die. One minute she was there, beautiful as anything, and then the next… gone. Just gone.”

Clarisse’s hands tightened around her own cup as she puzzled over this. “Even when she was sick, she was still beautiful?”

Christopher’s eyes flickered, as if startled to notice her there beside him, before dropping into his lap. “She was always beautiful… he couldn’t imagine her any other way.”

“Would he have still loved her if she wasn’t?”

At first, no answer. Then Christopher got to his feet, knees creaking, and picked his cup back up. “Let me get us some more chocolate, Princess.”

That was all the answer Clarisse needed.

In her travels across her new kingdom, she had met many such women. Women with tired eyes, bruised hands, and resigned smiles hiding a small army of children behind their skirts, who talked endlessly about the amazing and arduous work their husbands, brothers, and fathers did. Who never failed to mention how proud they were, how much more beautiful Cagliostro would become thanks to their toil. But who never talked about themselves except in passing, selflessly denigrating their own struggles in comparison and never wishing to be a burden on their loved ones. Even if their babies cried all night no matter how much they tried to calm them, or their gardens withered after a hard winter, or their chests heaved with bitter coughs that never seemed to go away. It was all worth it, they insisted, for their families and their country--it was a burden they would gladly shoulder.

Clarisse always figured that if their husbands, brothers, and fathers truly loved them, they would share that burden instead of leaving it miles behind. And if less beauty in Cagliostro meant fewer of these tired-eyed, quietly suffering women, she would gladly accept that bargain.

She’d been in very real danger of becoming one of those women herself, she knew. The Count toyed with the life of a young girl like a boy threatening to rip the arms off a doll, and in the best case scenario he would have let it shrivel to nothing in the darkness of her tower while he stayed below and continued his counterfeiting. After her rescue, Clarisse tried to follow Lupin instead, leaning toward his kindness like a neglected sunflower and blinded by the prospect of becoming the student of a world-renowned thief. He’d seen this foolish wish for what it was and turned her away, and in retrospect she found herself very glad he had.

She was more than a doll or a sunflower, or the lovely gem locked in the topmost tower, or the child in the garden. And lives, especially young lives, were not traded away so rashly.

Since taking her throne, Clarisse had spent many sleepless nights writing speeches, drafting new laws with one or two trusted counselors, burning so many candles she could have collected the wax and melted them together into one giant candle. She ruined countless dresses wading in the tepid water of the catacombs, collected human remains for proper dignified burials, and traded her slippers for boots as she knelt to scrub graffiti from the walls. Her hair smelled like burnt metal for days after the destruction of the printing presses, and her fingernails stayed short and blunt as the space was slowly transformed into a shelter for the poor and homeless. These were all jobs for the men, but she refused to stay at home, delicate and neglected, as they were carried out. Many boys her age--tradesmen’s apprentices, flush and swaggering with pride at working alongside their heroes--gave her glowing, grinning compliments after she helped them dismantle some machine or corrected the angle of a beam they were erecting. Clarisse paid them little mind. Her work was not for them. It was for her country. It was long and difficult and made her arms and calves ache for days, but it was necessary, and she picked up extra duties wherever she could. So more of these men could go home to their wives, sisters, and mothers for a change.

And when the sun set, even if they were underground and couldn’t see it, she bade them all go home and rest anyway. Nothing, no matter how beautiful or useful, came before their health. Every so often, one of the workers would invite her over for dinner, and she always came with a basket of anything she could swipe from the kitchens. But she seldom sat around boasting with the men and boys. Instead, Clarisse would fill a few new bowls to hand around to all the women and girls sitting near the kitchen before pulling up a chair close to them. To them, she was never “Your Highness”, “Princess”, or even “Little Miss”. She was just “Clarisse.” And she was loved. Not admired, not envied--loved. Even with dirt under her nails.

She wished no less for any of them in return. She’d always been the kind of person who used the word “love” liberally, to the point where it stopped feeling like a word and more like another essential syllable, and she always meant it. And she hoped she’d be the same with grey hair and arthritic fingers.

Between restorations and visits across Cagliostro, Clarisse had taken to writing her own stories, all about these women and girls. So they might never be seen only as beautiful distant objects again, secondary to the men in their lives.

(She briefly considered writing about Lupin, but he must already have so many pages dedicated to him by now. There were enough stories about thieves, even heroic ones, and not enough about the stolen hearts and lives.)

The first person she showed them to was her new friend, a woman called Fio--once starstruck by her own brave hero, now forging her own path as an engineer and mechanic. Fio loved every sentence and urged her to keep writing. “Save me an advance copy when you get published,” she’d said on another firefly-lit evening over another pair of hot chocolates. “And let me know when you’re working on the next one!”

Clarisse knew exactly what to do for the next one.

After several weeks of asking for every tidbit and tale anyone could offer, turning everything Christopher had said that night over in her mind, she found herself in front of an old thatched cottage. A once-proud shed slouched in the back, and over the door swung a sign that read Walter Masonry. When she knocked at the door, the sound of a grindstone came to a stop, and one of the shop workers came out to greet her. Her dark hair was trying to escape its practical bun and falling in limp strands around her (familiar, broad, bushy-browed) face, but when she realized who it was, she hurriedly tucked them behind her ears. “Oh--Your Highne--er, Clarisse!”

Before she could curtsey or apologize for the mess, Clarisse just smiled. “It’s all right, I’m not exactly dressed for a ball either,” she said, gesturing down at her grass-stained skirt and muddy boots.

Miss Walter managed a weak laugh as she pulled off her gloves and tucked them into her front apron pocket. “I’m almost done, anyway. You’re welcome to come in while I finish, and then I’ll put some tea on for us.”

“That sounds wonderful. And actually, when you’re done… I wanted to ask you about your mother.”

Miss Walter’s eyes widened, and her first attempt at speaking stuck in her throat. “What… What do you want to know about her?” It wasn’t suspicion or even grief in her voice. Just genuine surprise.

Clarisse’s smile widened in turn, and she reached out to take the other young woman’s hand. “Everything you can tell me.”

#lupin iii #the castle of cagliostro #fanfic #I was very inspired by stories about Miyazaki himself and his relationships with both his family and his employees #(especially his relationship with his own wife) and the fact that Sumi Shimamoto--the voice of Clarisse--would later voice Nausicaa.#In case I didn't telegraph it enough Miss Walter at the end is Christopher the groundkeeper's daughter all grown up.#And yes that is Fio Piccolo from 'Porco Rosso' as Clarisse's friend because they both need and deserve all the friends in the world.#I will never be off my Justice and Interiority For Minor Female Characters bullshit and that is a threat. XD

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fandomwriterstuff · 3 years ago

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Rewind

Rick Flag x you

Rated T

~6.5k words (I could not turn it into chapters, it didn't work out right)

Warnings: canon typical violence

I highly recommend listening to this song because it is very epic and I listened to it while I wrote the dramatic end scene.

You were a petty thief, a modern Robin Hood; you stole from the one percent to gave to the needy. And you know what? More often than not, the one percenters never even noticed. And every time you got caught you used your powers to get out of the situation. However, you knew a day was coming when you wouldn’t be able to get out of a nasty situation. A feeling of dread was filling up your nightmares and seeping into your waking life. You were filled with anxiety that your next job would be your last. Of course, it was never an issue with your powers. That is, until it became an issue.

You were doing a job in Gotham, a shitty city if you did say so yourself. Nothing like the country home you grew up in. You knew the ins and outs of the city bank. You knew the guard schedules, you knew the camera angles, you knew the passcodes, you knew which day your target would be inside. Bruce Wayne. Local billionaire who wasted his time and money hosting galas for the rich and famous. You loathed the idea of him. He wouldn’t notice a couple million getting lost in the shuffle. You knew everything that Gotham City Bank had to offer. But what you didn’t know would get you caught and sent to a metahuman prison. What you didn’t know was why you’d been feeling the dread of this job creep up on you for weeks. You had a bad feeling about it, more than the rest. So when you walked in, in disguise, you thought nothing of the exhaustion and weakness that filled your body.

You’d barely slept the night before, so it was normal. And this wasn’t a cash job, it was all wire transfers. But Wayne had to be there for the biometrics to work. Unfortunately, he knew all about your little job. He knew and he had you caught. You were confused, at first, when all you saw when you walked in was an empty bank. It was just the tellers looking at you nervously, but there was a swish behind you and you whipped around, military training coming back to you from your brief time in the army as you took a fighting stance to see… the Batman?

“The Masked Marauder,” he mocked you in his autotuned voice. You scoffed, two could play at that game. You were posing as a man today, trying to throw the trail off of yourself. You turned on your voice modulator and laughed haughtily at him.

“The Batman. Fancy seeing you here,” you were unsure as to how Batman was involved with Wayne Enterprises, but you had no doubt he was there for you.

“Feeling a little weak yet? I can see you straining,” you were on guard as he approached you, coming close enough that you could see the stubble on his chin. If you could turn him around so you were closer to the doors you could use your powers to get out of there and make a quick escape. It was easier to change your own position with your powers and not an entire scene, but you could do it if need be.

But he was onto something. You did feel weak. You were tired, your limbs heavy.

“What did you do to me?” You asked, shifting on your feet but trying to keep the charade up. You were masked and cloaked, but he had a nerve-wracking effect on you.

“It’s new technology. Power blockers at every entrance. You’re powerless inside this place,” at his words you backed up, falling weakly towards the ground as your powers were seeping out of you. You tried to use them to get out of this situation, breath shaking and palms sweaty as the seriousness of the situation dawned on you. You were well and truly screwed.

It was only moments before the GCPD came and fixed you with a power-blocking collar, chaining you up in an armored vehicle and sending you on a long trip to Louisiana. You had no next of kin to notify, no friends to take care of your apartment. You were alone.

Belle Reve was a hell of a place. You were brought in under the cover of nightfall and were only given a brief explanation of the situation. You were in a metahuman prison. You had less rights than normal humans. You were being tried for multiple robberies and the associated injuries that people had gained when fighting back against you. You’d never killed anyone, not since the army, but it didn’t matter. The crimes had stacked up. You were looking at forty years in this place.

When they threw you into the cell you were going to stay in, you were relieved to see there was only one bed and it wasn’t occupied. Solitude, at least, was your friend. You could think. You’d have thought it would be less time in prison since you hadn’t killed anybody, but it didn’t seem like it mattered. You shrugged to yourself. It’s not that you had issues killing people, you were in a special metahuman unit in the army before you became the Masked Marauder. You had a different codename then, but working with them had made you a little crazy. You had to see your close friends and colleagues treated with less respect than dirt because of their metahuman status, and you had to see most of them killed in action. You barely made it out, and you came out with a raging hard on for disrespecting authority figures.

You were only in Belle Reve for six days before you met Harley Quinn.

“Live fast, die hard, baby. You gotta do what you gotta do,” was something you heard a lot out of her smirking mouth. If you were in another life, you’d have been instantly attracted to the beautiful blonde, but you had enough crazy in you to not want any more on your plate. Despite the lack of romance between the two of you, you still got close. “As thick as thieves,” Harley would say with a wry twist to her mouth. She loved puns.

“Chronos?” You whipped your head around at the sound of your military nickname. “What the fuck are you doing here you little slut?” Your eyes widened as you recognized one of your previous teammates. Another bad egg, turned away from the army and towards a life of crime.

“Who’s Chronos?” Harley frowned next to you at the lunch table you were at, she hated not knowing things.

“That’s what they used to call me,” you whispered, standing and facing the other woman. You were small in stature, and the Amazon-like woman towered over you.

“Annie,” you knew she hated being called by her real name. She was one of the cocky ones, thinking metahumans were better than regular old humans.

“You’re wrong,” another voice called. “Chronos is a dude,” that came from Blackguard, a weirdo that you were avoiding. You avoided most people, really.

“Chronos is not a dude,” Annie growled, suddenly looking at the smaller man. “You calling me a liar?”

“I think it’s time for us to get out of here,” Harley dug her fingers into your bicep and pulled you towards the rec yard.

“What’s up with you? You normally love people watching the fights,” you wondered, concerned when Harley passed her favorite guard without saying hi. (It was Colonel Flag, the fucking hottest guard at Belle Reve who you’d definitely formed a crush on. You couldn’t help it, he was compassionate and he didn’t spit on you or throw you around or humiliate you like the other guards.)

“You didn’t tell me you had a super secret past with a cool nickname,” she whisper-shouted when you got to a bench and she could slap you on the arm.

“It didn’t come up,” you shrugged sheepishly.

“What does Chronos even mean?” She asked and you were going to explain, but Colonel Flag sat down at the bench across from you with a warm smile.

“Harley, Y/N, just the two people I wanted to talk to,” he then raised an eyebrow at the bruising grip Harley had on your arm. She let go and he frowned at the angry half moon marks her nails had left there.

“Not now, Ricky,” Harley pouted. “Y/N’s been holding out on me! She has a cool secret life and never told me about it!”

“I doubt you ever asked,” he followed up in a deadpan way and you stifled a chuckle. It was true. She could be forgetful and also unobservant. She didn’t exactly ask you about your life a lot. You thought it might be an act, she did have a PhD, after all.

“She even has a cool nickname. What does Chronos even mean?” She asked again, but side-eyed Colonel Flag when he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Chronos? I thought they called you the Masked Marauder. You’re in here for theft.”

“They must not tell you all the deets,” you raised your eyebrows at the man. “Before I was a criminal I was a part of an elite army group of metahumans. But that went to shit and I’m considered a war criminal in several countries. Never got the pardon for working as a part of the US military because they wanted to keep my unit under wraps,” you frowned. You couldn’t ever leave the country because of it.

“Well you’re not going to like the proposal I have for you, then,” he looked like he was regretting coming over to you and you threw a smile on your face.

“What do you need, Colonel?” You asked, tilting your head, but Harley was bouncing up and down in her seat.

“Oh! Task Force X? Is it a new mission?” She looked so excited you nearly didn’t listen to her words. But you did.

“Task Force X?” You asked him, narrowing his eyes. Maybe that’s why he was so nice to you all this time. He was buttering you up. “I don’t think so. I’m not dying today.”

“You get ten years off of your sentence for every mission you do-” You cut him off.

“You had me at ‘ten years off of your sentence.’ Say no more. I’m in,” you grinned, shark-like, at him. He had the wherewithal to not look confused at your sudden change of heart.

“It’s always fun, like weeding out the weak!” Harley exclaimed as you were ushered out of the briefing with Amanda Waller, a woman who terrified you and chilled you to your core. You felt okay though because Rick was going to be your commanding officer. It had been three weeks since your conversation with him outside in the rec area. Three weeks and your relationship had shifted just enough to make you feel safe in his capable hands. If it wasn’t the genuine human respect he gave you, or the dirty looks and reprimands he gave the guards who manhandled and mistreated you, it was the lingering fingers brushing against your back when he led you places and the warm smile he had just for you.

“Flag,” you smiled softly as you passed him on the plane.

“Chronos,” he smiled back. You knew it was commonplace to call each other by their names (Bloodsport, Blackguard, Chronos, etc), but you felt a twinge of fear. This was your first time using that codename on a real life mission since you left the army. But, when Rick came up with a fancy electronic screwdriver and unhooked your power-dampening collar, you felt such a high. You were ecstatic, your limbs felt light, you felt like you could go a million rounds against Mayweather, you wanted to fuck-

“Am I missing something? Isn’t Chronos a dude?” Blackguard asked, again, and you scowled.

“Chronos is a myth, man. This is clearly just someone with the same name, right?” Boomer nodded towards you and you gave him a tight grin. But before you could respond, Rick did.

“She’s definitely Chronos, and you better hope her powers aren’t mythical,” you grinned at that. He had your back. However, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to save them all if it all went to shit. For several reasons.

You hadn’t used your powers since arriving at Belle Reve, so you didn’t know if you were at 100%

You only had certain amount of power over large situations, so you’d likely only be able to save yourself and a few others

You didn’t care enough about these fuckers and they didn’t care about you. Your priority was to get out alive with Rick and Harley

That’s when Harley made her first appearance to the team. She was apparently good friends with Boomer and you mentally added him to your list to keep alive.

After you set off, things happened quickly for you. You made eye contact with Rick (yes, you were mentally calling him Rick now, because you wanted to fucking date the shit out of him), and made small talk with Harley as Blackguard freaked out about Weasel. But when you dropped and made your way to shore, you stuck close to Rick. He had your back and you had his.

As it turned out, Blackguard had set you all up, giving your location to the enemy and getting his face blown off for his efforts. You watched as your elite team of killers was picked off one by one. Harley had run off and you were panicking that you didn’t have an eye on her. You needed her to get out of this alive.

“Follow me!” Rick shouted, nodding his head towards his intended destination - the forest.

“But Harley and Boomer are-” you shut your mouth as Mongal’s actions finally took their toll on Boomer. But maybe you could fix it, if you could use your powers-

“No, we have to get out of here, or we’re next,” Rick grasped at your arm and dragged you into a full out sprint towards the forest, gunshots echoing behind you. You slapped his hand away once you were deep in the forest, though the sky was darkening you cut your eyes to his.

“Harley is all I have,” you spat.

“She’s my friend too, you know,” he frowned. You’d never used that tone on him before. “She can handle herself,” as much as you were loath to admit it, he was right. She was crazy but she could get out of nearly any situation. You sighed and bent over, hands on your knees as you calmed your breathing.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” you muttered, but you gasped when a sudden pain shot through your right bicep.

“That was a warning shot,” you heard a voice call out in accented English.

“A warning shot?” Rick shouted as he crossed over to you, pulling you close to him and inspecting the wound. It went straight through, but it was bleeding badly. “Warning shots are supposed to be in the ground, not at people,” he spat, considering running but you were in too much pain and losing too much blood. “Don’t use your powers in front of them,” his lips brushed against your ear and you nodded imperceptibly. You wouldn’t want to show your hand.

“Take the colonel,” a woman’s voice called and you glanced at him, wide eyed as they dragged him off of you.

“Hey, hey!” He shouted, reaching out as you fell to your knees, putting pressure on your wound. If you could stifle the bleeding until they left you alone you could use your powers to fix it.

“Leave the girl,” the voice passed by you and you stared at Rick, panicking but unable to stop them as three men held him back and dragged him away. You couldn’t help but think this was the worst case scenario. The enemy was taking your leader but you had lost too much blood to put up a fight.

As the rest of the enemies passed you, you sat back on your heels, but one of them roughly bumped into you, making you lose your grip on your arm. The blood flow was back at full force and the world turned black around the edges. You were alone. You put your left hand face up in front of you, and your right hand an inch above it face down. Your hands were parallel to each other and you tried to gather your strength to use your powers, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t used them in so long and you had lost a lot of blood. The last thought you had before you lost consciousness was of Rick’s panicking face.

You awoke to gentle hands cleaning your wound with what you assumed was water and opened your eyes when you felt a tight bandage wrapping around your arm. It was a young girl, younger than you.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” she smiled softly.

“She’s awake?” A gruff voice came from behind you and you craned your neck to see a team of people behind you.

“Let’s get going then” another man said. “You patched her up, she can go on her own from here.”

“Who are you?” You asked the girl.

“We’re the Suicide Squad,” the dark skinned man growled. “Here to collect our Colonel.”

“No,” you sat up, quietly thanking the girl for patching you up. “I’m a part of the Suicide Squad,” you squinted in the early morning darkness. Was that… DuBois?

“Bloodsport?” You asked cautiously. Were these all other prisoners from Belle Reve?

“Who are you?” The guy in red and white asked you… Was that Peacemaker?

“They call me Chronos, but you might know me as the Masked Marauder,” you spoke cautiously.

“The thief? Why would they have a thief on a mission like this?” Peacemaker asked and you shrugged.

“My powers are useful for other things.”

“Chronos is a myth though, right?” A smaller man walked over to you, in a suit you didn’t recognize.

You shook your head. But that wasn’t the point, you had picked up on something DuBois had said.

“You’re looking for the Colonel?” You stood and approached the group, which apparently included a shark man.

“Yup, Colonel Flag was taken by enemies and is alive at their camp. He is our first mission,” DuBois spoke and you nodded.

“I’m coming with you. Colonel Flag helped me get out of the bloodbath at the beach. The enemy camp people shot me and took him away,” you frowned at the thought and the girl - Ratcatcher 2, she had specified - gasped.

“Why didn’t they take you, too?” She asked.

“I think they knew I wasn’t important. They noticed immediately that Flag was a military officer and took him away.” Likely to be tortured, you thought to yourself but didn’t say aloud.

“Well, let’s get going then,” Peacemaker said brightly and the group of you made your way to the enemy camp. You were lost in your thoughts on the way there. You weren’t sure whether or not you would kill anybody. Maybe hurt them or knock them out. You hadn’t killed since your time with the military. But they’d taken Rick and left you for dead. So you had very little qualms hurting them.

Turns out, it didn’t matter. Bloodsport and Peacemaker made what was almost a competition out of who could kill the most people in the sneakiest ways, but it got bloodier and bloodier as the rest of you approached the glowing tent. You heard laughter and glanced in, borrowed gun pointed in as you parted the flaps of the tent. But you immediately put your gun down. Rick was shirtless and all patched up, laughing with a woman who you’d seen the dark of the night before. You couldn’t help the rising feeling of jealousy, you’d never have that with Rick. The easy jokes, the equal ground. You were a prisoner, and you would likely die as one. But you couldn’t help the breathy “Rick,” that came out of your mouth when you realized that he was okay, and he wasn’t being tortured by enemies. He snapped his head over to you and stood.

“You’re okay,” he made his way over to you in three long strides, as if he couldn’t wait to be near you, and your heart swelled at the thought.

“So are you,” you whispered, and took a moment to look him over and let your body sag a little. You’d been so worked up that you had barely felt the pain of your wound.

“I didn’t know you were important to each other, I wouldn’t have let them shoot you,” the woman sort of apologized with a half smile and stood. “Let me get you something for the pain.”

It was then that she noticed the very silent camp, commented on it, and that’s when you looked down at your feet. Whoops, you’d let Bloodsport and Peacemaker kill an entire camp of rebels. People who were technically on your side. Waller had given you bad information.

Rick brushed a hand down your good arm and gently held you, pressing his thumb into your elbow as if making sure you were okay, that your pulse was strong.

“I was so worried,” he muttered, and you were sure only you heard it.

“So was I,” you looked up into his eyes, and if there wasn’t an audience, you would have kissed him then and there. Alas, you had another mission. Well, two. The first was to get the Thinker. The second one was to get Harley, and that was a plan you were ready for. You were down to clown, as Harley might say. As long as you had Rick by your side, you could do anything you set your minds to.

The Thinker would be frequenting one of his favorite bars, and as you left the shark dude in the bus you felt yourself relaxing a little upon entry. You knew bars. You knew how to blend in. You glanced over your shoulder, you couldn’t say the same for your teammates. So, you slinked away and found your way to the bar. The leader of the rebel camp provided you with a pair of stretchy black skinny jeans and a MCR band t-shirt. You’d fought harder battles in more confined clothing, so this wasn’t too bad.

“Una cerveza, por favor,” you spoke fluently. You grew up in the country, but your family was affluent and taught you several languages so that you could travel safely and easily.

The bartender smiled and grabbed you a bottle, and you watched the team gather around a table. They stuck out horribly, and you shook your head. Maybe with a few drinks in them they would loosen up, you watched as Peacemaker ordered drinks and nursed your own. You used to like drinking with friends, but other than Rick (and the missing Harley) you didn’t consider these people your friends. You had a tentative relationship with the Ratcatcher 2, and you were beginning to begrudgingly like Bloodsport. But, Polka-Dot Man freaked you out, Nanaue had the English understanding of a kindergartener, and Peacemaker was a dick.

“You going to join the team?” You failed to notice Rick coming over to you, and rolled your eyes, taking a sip as you mulled over your answer.

“Only if they start looking more interesting. You look like a bunch of tourists. I’d like to gather intel,” you scrunched up your nose at Rick and sipped at your beer.

“Yeah, you really look like you’re gathering intel, darlin’,” it was Rick’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sitting here, sipping on a beer and staring at us.”

You scoffed. How dare he call you out. But it was true, you were busy judging the team to actually get any good information.

“Fine, I’ll join you,” you swigged the last of your beer and glanced at the bartender. “¡Uno más!” You exclaimed, and the man smiled at you before grabbing you another ice cold bottle.

“You speak Spanish?” Rick raised an eyebrow at you.

“I speak a lot of languages,” you shrugged and took a swig of the drink before making your way to the now empty table. It seemed like your compatriots decided to go dancing. That left you with Rick.

“Oh yeah, and how did you come to know so many?” He seemed genuinely interested, though you were hesitant to talk about your past.

“My parents were diplomats and wanted me to be able to travel with them, so they had me learn Spanish, French, German, and Russian by the best tutors money could offer,” you shrugged, sort of stilted, at his curious glance.

“And I thought you were a thief because you were poor,” he shook his head with a smile. “Waller has very little info on you so I wasn’t sure.”

“My parents were cruel, and utilized their money to help bad people get into power,” you looked down at your lap. “I resent the things they taught me. And I tried my best to right the wrongs that people like them did.”

Rick sobered up and placed a hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he frowned and brushed his thumb over your skin. “I knew a little bit about your thievery and who you robbed and why, but it makes sense now. You were trying to help. I get it,” he sighed and took a sip of his drink while you downed yours. You hated talking about your family. You wanted to move on to something else. Anything else.

“I don’t want to talk about me anymore,” you sighed, brushing your hair out of your face and looking up into those beautiful eyes.

“What would you like to talk about then?” he whispered, not willing to break the reverie you were in. You were close, closer than you should be.

“I want to talk about you, Colonel,” you smirked and placed a delicate hand on his thigh. He dragged his eyes from that hand slowly up to your face.

“What do you wanna know, beautiful?” He smirked and blinked those pretty eyes at you. You’d both had too much to drink. It was a little scary making the first move, but you found him incredibly attractive and you were 99% sure he returned your feelings.

“I want to know,” you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. “What those lips would feel like against mine,” you wondered aloud, and his sharp inhale was all you had to go on before a gentle hand was turning your face to his. The kiss was gentle, tentative even, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted everything that Rick Flag could give you and you tightened your grip on his thigh, hoping to convey your thoughts, when everything went to shit. Peacemaker jerked Rick away from you and Cleo pulled you towards a darkened corner of the room.

“They’re asking for IDs,” she hissed, pulling you towards where you saw Abner had the Thinker.

“But what about-” she shushed you as you glanced back, making strained eye contact with Rick. Maybe you could use your powers to get out of this. But… You looked at the Thinker. This was the mission. You looked back at Rick. Would you get your brains blown out to save him?

You made your way to the exit, finding your way to the van and getting out of there. You were only vaguely paying attention while you were in pursuit of the truck holding your … friends? You panicked for a moment when it crashed, and when you pulled to a stop you sprinted out of the van and over to the fiery wreckage, thoughts racing about what could have happened to Rick when he, Bloodsport, and Peacemaker burst through the doors like some sort of boy band.

You couldn’t care less though as you threw yourself into his surprised arms and pressed your lips to his.

“That was stressful and I didn’t like it,” you muttered against his lips, barely noticing Bloodsport rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know,” Rick smiled and pulled away to look down at you. “This is pretty nice.”

You scoffed and grabbed at his hand, not willing to let go just yet, and dragged him to your vehicle.

“Shut it,” you muttered as you all gathered. All he responded with was a light chuckle.

Your next mission was saving Harley, but as it turned out, she was no damsel. You were on your way into the place she was being held when she walked down the street towards you.

“Hey, guys! Whatcha doin?” She was smiling brightly and you rolled your eyes at the situation before hugging her.

“We’re here to save you, obviously,” you muttered and she looked from you over your shoulder to Rick.

“You came back for me?” She whispered and Rick came over to you, Bloodsport rolling his eyes in the background.

“Yeah, it was a really good plan, too,” Rick muttered, but still hugged back when Harley threw herself into his arms.

“Well I can go back in and let you save me,” she offered and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Not necessary, Harley. Now that we have you we can get back to the mission,” you patted her on the back and nodded to the rest of your team.

Now, you could say that you acted heroically and saved the day, but you and your ragtag team… You were amateur heroes. It was a shitshow. You were setting up explosives with Nanaue when you had that bad feeling again. The one you had when you were going into that bank in Gotham. Maybe it was your intuition, but you knew some shit was about to go down.

“Keep at it!” You shouted at the King Shark and raced your way down the stairs to where Peacemaker and Rick were headed. If you remembered their part of the plan correctly, they were with the Thinker, but something went wrong when you were about halfway down.

“Fuck!” You shouted as you heard a great BOOM. They’d set off the explosives too early. Maybe you should have stayed… You looked up at the dust coming down from above. Your brain was telling you to get out before the building collapsed on you, but your gut was telling you to make it to Rick.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you chanted as you raced down the stairwell, crumbling concrete raining down as you danced around to avoid it. Your stomach cramped in warning, and you crouched into a ball as the floor beneath you gave out and you fell several floors. When your falling came to a halt you took stock. There was rubble above you, but not crushing you. Your breathing was heavy and your heart raced as you clawed your way towards the fluorescent lighting. You grunted and groaned as your fingernails cracked and your fingers bloodied, but you were not about to die here.

You crawled out into the open and peered through the dark, dusty hallway. You didn’t see anybody, but you heard a scuffle and made your way towards the grunting and smashing sounds. The alarm bells started going off in your brain again, and you started running. Your feet pounded against the jagged edges of concrete on the ground but you didn’t stop. You whipped your pistol out when you came to the source of the sounds, but you froze.

Your eyes took in the scene very quickly, and you knew there was a decision to be made. You saw Cleo’s figure in the dark corner, eyes shining in the dusty haze. The others hadn’t seen her yet. At first glance, Rick was atop Peacemaker, and your initial thought was that he was winning this fight. But his eyes, wide and shocked, locked onto yours for merely a moment before he collapsed forward, a dead weight, and all of your breath left your body.

You also saw Peacemaker’s eyes shoot to a computer chip that had scattered across the floor right before you came in. Right before they shot over to you.

But you knew this: Peacemaker didn’t know who you were. He had no clue what you were capable of. He roughly pushed Rick’s body off of himself, but you were faster.

You put your hands in front of you, parallel to each other, and green mist started swirling around between them. You hadn’t had to use your powers to alter a scene this big or intense before, usually just using them on your own body, but you could do this. For Rick.

Suddenly everything slowed down, Peacemaker was still lying on the ground, Rick was face-first in the rubble, and Cleo was crouched in the dark, hand reaching out to the chip.

But you were alive as your powers raced through you. You had seen yourself in a mirror once as you used your powers, and you could imagine how you looked to them. Glowing green veins covered your skin as you altered the fabric of the universe itself. A wind picked up in the room, swirling in tandem with the green mist in your hands. You only needed a few moments. You didn’t need to go back and stop the fight, you just had to stop Peacemaker. You contorted your fingers and molded the green mist to your liking before throwing your arms wide, the green mist expanding to encapsulate yourself and the two men. You didn’t need to include Cleo, she wasn’t involved. The wind whipped around, the green mist blinding everyone but you, and things started to go into motion.

It would all happen very quickly for everyone involved. Just a rewind. But for you, you had to painstakingly watch as Rick’s body rose above Peacemaker, and you had to watch as the ceramic in his heart was drawn out. You had handcrafted this reality and you were forced to watch as your handiwork took place. But you had gotten to the moment you needed. They were near the end of the fight, Peacemaker had slammed Rick into a wall, and with a wave of your hand, the mist disappeared and everything was clear.

“Wait, what?” Peacemaker shot his eyes over to you, but he was too slow in his understanding. You had already whipped your pistol out of its holster and shot him twice in the throat. He grasped at his, trying to stifle the bleeding and crumpling to the ground, but your eyes were focused on Rick. A very shocked, but very alive Rick.

“What did you do?” He asked, and you weren’t sure if that was disgust or wonder in his voice, so you turned, walked slowly over to Cleo (who had witnessed the whole thing through a haze of green), and picked up the chip.

“I believe you were looking for this?” You asked, holding it out in front of yourself to him. He gulped, walking over to you, but your strength was draining from with a display of your powers. When he pulled the chip out of your hand and tucked it into your utility belt, you wavered, edges of your vision darkening as you slowly knelt to the ground.

“What are you doing, we need to get out of here?” Cleo shouted at you, but you waved her off.

“I just need to sit for a moment,” but your voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

“No you don’t,” Rick hauled you up by your armpits and lifted you into his arms, princess-style. “Let’s get out of here,” he muttered and followed Cleo out of the rubble and into the daylight. You squinted, the bright sun blinding you after being underground for so long.

“Shit,” you muttered, shoving your face into Rick’s neck to avoid the light.

“So,” he sounded very casual and you tensed up. “I really thought you weren’t going to use your rewind powers at all, what happened to make you use them?” You bit your lip, not sure what to say.

“Peacemaker killed you,” Cleo answered for you and Rick stopped walking. You winced and looked up at his face.

“I panicked,” you whispered, not sure how he was going to react. But when he turned his head to face you, it was as if he was looking at you for the first time.

“You saved my life?” He asked and it was your turn to gulp.

Okay, so maybe you had feelings for Rick. You knew that. He was a hot piece of ass, and he was kind, and he respected you. And you kissed at the bar and after the van chase. So he definitely knew you liked him. But did he know your feelings were deep enough to save his life and endanger your own in the process? Well… Now he did.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to lose you to that prick,” you tried to shrug it off, but Rick gently let your legs fall and your feet touch the ground. You weren’t sure what was happening until he reached out and pulled you into the warmest, most all-encompassing hug you had ever experienced.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered into your hair, and you let yourself sigh and sink into the hug.

“Yeah well now you owe me one,” you muttered jokingly, trying to slightly ease the seriousness of the situation. He squeezed you tightly once more before pulling away and smirking.

“Anything you want, you can have,” he smiled that sunlight-bright smile at you and you blinked at him once before returning his smile.

“You can take me on a date once I’m out of prison, how does that sound?” You asked and his smile widened.

“I can do that.”

“That might be a lot sooner than you think,” Bloodsport had walked over to you and (you assumed) Cleo had explained everything to him. You blinked.

What did he mean by that?

Apparently he meant he was going to threaten Waller and keep the information hostage. It wasn’t exactly what Rick wanted, but he got out with his life, and you didn’t have to go back to prison. You were thinking about it as you settled into your new apartment, only two weeks after fighting Starro and killing Peacemaker, your first kill in years.

You were sitting on your comfy couch watching reruns of Adventure Time when Rick called you.

“Hey,” you answered warmly, and smiled at his voice when he responded.

“Hey, yourself. What’s up?” You drew a blanket over your lap and muted the TV.

“Just relaxing. What’s up with you?”

“I was thinking, how about I take you on that date tonight? I’ll pick you up at seven?” If your instincts were correct, and they usually were, he was nervous about it. He was unsure you would actually want him, considering how sheltered and uneven your relationship had been before. You were quick to dispel that.

“That sounds lovely, Rick,” you couldn’t help but bite your lip in anticipation when he hung up a few minutes later. You also couldn’t help the excited squeal you let out and the little dance you did. Things were finally falling into place.

#rick flag imagine #rick flag fanfiction #rick flag dc #rick flag x you #rick flag x reader #dceu #rick flag #harley quinn #peacemaker #ratcatcher 2 #starro #polka dot man #nanaue #king shark #bloodsport

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cerastes · 3 years ago

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Commission of my OC Kaleis Lakatos, by the talented ToraSan.

Kaleis “Kali” Lakatos, a metal manipulator who can materialize and shape metal from her body as well as turn body parts into metal. Though the metal produced by her magic looks like silvery steel, the hardness, sharpness, and strength of the metal is proportional to her own strength and skill with magic, outclassing actual steel several times over. Her left eye and the skin surrounding it are irreversibly corrupted, a symptom associated with the consumption of Fairy flesh. She declines to comment on it. Ex-Pardoner of the Church Knights and rival of “Lavender Haze”, the Oni noble thief and folk hero, Uzuki Reid. After a bizarre turn of events, Kali came to adopt Uzuki’s daughter, starting a bizarre chapter in her life.

Her favorite form of metal manifestation is as a pair of blades. Even when not actively using them, she’ll keep them “unsheathed” in what she calls “bracelet form”. She insists this is fashionable, even when she’s knocking around glasses at taverns when reaching for them.

More details for those interested under the cut!

Laconic and blunt, Kaleis is the daughter to a noble family, but her love for fighting and hatred for all the useless, insincere social rituals of high class society drove her to leave this life of hollow decadence she had no love for. After spending a number of years in the Church Knights and making it as a Pardoner after impressing a high-ranking Pardoner for disobeying orders, juicing herself up with six bottles of adrenaline enhancing potion, and destroying an entire mountain bandit hideout by herself, making it out barely alive but the happiest she’s ever been, Kaleis deserted to try and make a name for herself as a top mercenary, but ended up meeting Uzuki Reid, who handed her her ass impeccably. Though she suffered her first crushing defeat at Uzuki’s hands, Kaleis couldn’t be happier, it had been the very best fight in her life, against an opponent that truly seemed like an insurmountable wall to her. Kaleis, at the behest of her morally bankrupt employers that wanted to drive away the native people that Uzuki protected from their ancestral homelands to install a large-scale mining operation, clashed several more times with the bombastic Uzuki, a smile plastered on her face as they became more and more evenly matched with every encounter.

Through fighting Uzuki over and over, she found the first person she truly loved, and Uzuki managed to convince her to side with the village instead, as it was tragic to see someone as skilled as her lending her muscle to an amoral company. Kaleis agreed on the condition that Uzuki fight her again after they were done. Together, they decimated the living hell out of the company’s forces and sent the survivors packing. Kaleis realized that fighting for fighting’s sake, as fun as it is, is still lacking that certain something she was looking for, more so than just a strong opponent and someone that could truly get her: She had a tangible effect on the lives of others, helping save the village’s sacred homeland, and her being able to live freely, do what she wanted, and make her own decisions was truly what she wanted. Kaleis parted ways with the Oni fencer after one last duel, which Uzuki won, promising to meet as enemies again sometime. Uzuki, instead, recommended Kaleis drop the mercenary plans altogether and instead adventured, that she should face the adversity and challenges beyond merely fighting like a musclehead if she truly wanted to improve, advice Kaleis took, bringing her short stint as hired muscle to an end.

The metal manipulator’s trails eventually led her to the Floating Gardens of the Fairies, where she—[transmission lost] – which had the side effect of permanently altering her left eye. With newfound wisdom, ache, and command over lightning, Kaleis put her long adventure in the Floating Gardens behind her and made her way back to the desert hills where she first met Uzuki, feeling ready for the rematch. Upon arrival, she learned that Uzuki Reid had passed away, and had left a message for her, entrusted with a courier. Devastated, Kaleis read the letter, brief and to the point, contrary to Uzuki’s usual prose dripping in purple and wrapped in flair, which merely read as an apology and begged for a favor from Kaleis: “I apologize, but our eagerly awaited reunion won’t be possible. I beg of you, Kali, please protect my Hazuki”.

Kaleis asked the courier what this meant, who knew nothing except the location of this Hazuki: After 4 days of traveling the desert, in a remote location at the edge of the forest, where the sand meets the shy blades of grass past the river, there was a small village, absent in many a map. In a humble cabin that had a few signature items of decoration indicative of Uzuki, a small figure peeked from the window, a head of red hair and black horns, just like her mother’s…

Things took a strange turn for Kaleis, but this was the least she could do for her beloved enemy. Maybe this, in time, would yield the answers she wanted.

#commissions #kaleis lakatos #tiza #VERY happy with how it turned out :)

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janetbrown711 · 3 years ago

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"Why should you get to be angry? It's my life you're messing with" Yakko?

Yakko was still angry, even though it had been over a week since Max had visited.

His siblings' hostility towards Max was really getting on his nerves. Sure, Max caught on pretty early and no one was hurt, but still. It threw everything off- though what that 'everything' was, Yakko wasn't sure.

All he knew was that there was this... pulse, or energy. Like a magnet- Yakko had wanted to touch his face. Why? Max had almost not stopped him- what did that mean?

The fluttering, the blushing, the magnetism, what did it mean???

And why was it every time Yakko felt like maybe he'd figure it out, something or someone always interrupted. Even when Max wasn't there- Yakko would just be trying to sort things out in his head or reading a book, but either his sibs, or his classes, or his parents, or something else distracted him.

That didn't stop him from trying though, as he and Max still continued to write to each other daily, already setting up for Max to visit again tomorrow. He constantly read and reread Max's letters- absorbing every word to craft a perfectly witty yet sincere response. He valued Max and his friendship, he didn't want to ruin it.

And hey, he could tell he was improving. Over the letters he managed to never bring up his grandmother even once- and most of his conversations with Max avoided her too (for the most part... he was working on that). At least he knew other topics now.

However, he was still peeved at his siblings for their attempts to ruin it. Sure Max was clever enough to catch it- but if he hadn't? What if Max had never wanted to see him again after that? What if he had gotten hurt? It was totally irresponsible. He thought Wakko and Dot were better than that.

So- yeah. He was mad, though perhaps angry was too strong. He had mostly buried his anger deep within himself when his father pulled him aside and told him not to get mad at his sibs and that they just needed time, but the anger still resided deep in his chest. Reading the letters did calm him a little though, so that was nice.

However, the day before Max was to come over again, as Yakko went to reread through the letters he found the box that he stored them in to be empty. He searched through every possible drawer and every possible location in the entire castle before admitting what his gut instinct had told him.

His letters were stolen.

And he had a theory on who the culprit could be.

.o0o.

Yakko found his younger brother in his old room, the one nearby the room once belonging to their grandmother, with the private letters all sprawled out before him as he read over them.

All attempts to keep this a civil conversation were thrown out the window in that instant.

"Wakko, what the hell are you doing with my letters?!" Yakko did at least attempt not to shout, but he caught his brother off guard, as he nearly jumped to the ceiling in surprise.

"Y-yakko- I-i thought- I'm just-" Wakko scrambled to gather his mind.

"These letters are none of your business! Why on earth do you have them?!" Yakko approached, angrily taking the letters back.

"I-i thought you read them all- I thought you didn't need them- I-i just-" Wakko fought Yakko, pulling on the letters.

"These are private letters full of private emotions, Wakko. You have no business- I haven't even read this one! What is wrong with you?!" Yakko yanked harder, causing Wakko to let go.

"I-i just- Max is just-"

"Max is just what? Being my friend? Being the first person outside of my family that's ever connected with me?! God forbid I have a life outside of you two!" The elder brother fumed.

"H-he's just trying to take you away! You can't see it because you're like- in love with him- or something!" Wakko bit back.

Yakko froze.

"What did you say..?" Yakko's eye twitched.

"Y...you're like- in love with him. He's just trying to take you away- he's just like grandma!" Wakko argued.

"Max is nothing like grandma." Yakko snapped. "Max has made me the happiest I've ever been in my entire miserable fucking life! You should know that after snooping around my private fucking letters!" Yakko shouted, his voice cracking slightly as he felt himself begin to tear up.

"I just- god-! How could you be so selfish? Why can't you just be happy for me?!" Yakko demanded to know.

Wakko opened his mouth to utter some kind of reply, when without warning, their mother burst through the door.

"What on earth is all this shouting about?" She demanded to know. Wakko attempted to blink away his tears, which unfortunately caused them to fall so instead he picked up what letters he could before storming out without another word.

"Yakko. Tell me what happened. Now." She locked eyes with Yakko, deciding it best to give the younger brother a moment to himself.

Yakko sighed, wiping his tears from his eyes as he sat on Wakko's old bed. Lena was quick to join him, slowly rubbing his back.

"He took my letters. he's been reading them- all of them." Yakko explained bitterly. Lena slowly nodded.

"I just- those are private thoughts between the two of us- it's not just my privacy, it's Max's too. I-it's like Wakko has no respect for either of u-us," Yakko hiccuped a little.

"Now Yakko, you know that isn't true. Wakko thinks the world of you," Lena reminded softly. "He's just... confused. And scared."

"Oh yeah? He can join the club then," Yakko sniffled.

"Look... I know you're going through a lot with Max right now: new emotions, new situations, and the like, but... you've been plenty selfish too, especially in neglecting your siblings, Yakko. They've tried getting your attention several times but they feel as though you won't give them the time of day," Lena held one of his hands.

"I-i haven't-..." Yakko's instinct was to protest but as he reflected upon the past few months, he recognized the truth behind her words.

"Shit..." He muttered.

"Now, I'm not going to make you cancel Max's visit for tomorrow, but do know that after he's gone I want you to spend some good quality time with your siblings, alright? I'm sure Max will understand your situation plenty," Lena said softly yet firmly.

"Y-yeah... I guess I've been pretty wrapped up, haven't I?" He chuckled weakly.

"It's alright dear, so long as you do your best to recognize the mistake and make up for it through your actions," She kissed the top of his head. Yakko sighed and leaned his head on her shoulder.

The pair stayed like this a moment, before Lena decided she had waited long enough and it was time for her to seek out Wakko. However, as she started to head through the door, Yakko stopped her.

"Mom?" He asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you-... Am I...?"

Yakko bit his lip as he tried to think of what to ask.

"How do you know if you're in love?"

Lena chuckled softly.

"Hard to say, as it truly is different for everyone... But from what I remember... it's a sense of comfort and peace; being at peace with who you are and who they are to the point where you constantly want to be with them for that peace... if that makes any sense." Lena shook her head.

"Then again, when has love ever made any sense?" She snickered.

"Uh-huh..." Yakko pondered her words.

"I'm sorry dear, I'm afraid that's something you'll have to figure out on your own," She explained. "I'm afraid I have to go to your brother now though, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah- that's... yeah," Yakko nodded and Lena headed out, leaving Yakko to sort out this new information.

.o0o.

Wakko hated shouting.

It made him feel small- like he was four all over again. God- why did he always just make things worse? He never backed down, even when he said something stupid.

He hid in one of the storage closets near the tower. It was dark and cramped, but it was where he felt he ought to be. After all, he didn't want to be seen.

He gripped the letters in his hands tighter. He didn't know why he took them that time- it was dumb. He was already caught- Yakko already knew he was a thief.

But it was to protect him against Max-

Max.

Just that name made Wakko's blood boil and angry tears increase.

He hated Max.

He hated him a lot. Yakko wouldn't see it- he was under his siren spell somehow. Wakko thought taking those letters would show him some kind of clue to unraveling it, but instead, it just showed how messed up and lost Yakko was. It hurt to read each word and Yakko's notes on the letters- the little question marks and underlines and occasional heart. Wakko hated it.

Wakko hated Max.

He hated him very, very much.

He was taking his brother away- his brother would never ignore him unless there was something very sinister forcing him too- which Max clearly was.

R...right?

Wakko continued crying.

However, after a while of crying in the dark a soft knock interrupted his tears as the door slowly opened to reveal his mother, who slowly sat on the ground outside the closet and opened her arms. Wakko hesitated a moment, before practically leaping out into her loving arms.

"There, there Wakko..." She soothed as he sobbed in her arms.

"I-i w-was just- i-i just-" he couldn't get his words out.

"I know darling, he shouldn't have shouted so much," she stroked his head.

"I-i just..." Wakko attempted to breathe enough to calm himself.

"I know... you don't trust Max yet, and it's scary seeing Yakko connect so quickly, I know," She moved him so she could see his face, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Wakko sniffled. "H-he's just trying to take him away."

"That's not true, Wakko. Max is just spending time with him- Yakko is just getting... a little caught up is all," Lena sighed.

"B-but he never ignored me like this before he met him," Wakko frowned.

"I know Wakko... he hasn't done his best with balancing everything out..." She said. "But... you haven't made it exactly easier either."

Wakko blinked at that.

"What I mean is... you haven't given Max a shot yet. You rejected him without giving him a shot to prove himself to you," Lena said.

Given him a shot..? Was she insane? She would never suggest he "give grandma a shot" so why was she suggesting to give Max a shot? Because he "seemed" friendlier and more charismatic???

"Wakko, look. Whether or not you like it, Yakko really really likes Max. The least you can do is give him a day to prove himself, alright?" Lena made him look at her.

She looked so desperate for him to believe her, it made him sad. She was clearly under Max's spell too.

It became clear to Wakko he had been underestimating Max. If he wanted him gone for good and to free his family from his influence, he was going to have to take drastic measures.

"Maybe..." he mumbled for her sake. Lena smiled softly and kissed the top of his hat.

"Yakko will really appreciate it," She said.

"Yeah, okay," Wakko looked at the ground.

Yakko will appreciate it when he's free of Max's stupid curse- all of them will be.

"I have to go back to work- will you be okay?" Lena asked. Wakko nodded. Lena slowly stood, helping Wakko up as well, before giving him another hug and a kiss on his hat.

"It's gonna be okay Wakko, just give him a chance," She said.

"Okay," he said, giving a weak smile. Lena gave a similarly weak smile back before hugging him once more and walking away.

'Give him a chance.' Oh please- Wakko would give him a chance alright.

Wakko stormed right back into that storage closet, climbed up to the tallest shelf, and pulled down the highest key, before storming right on down to the tower- quickly and furiously unlocking the massive lock just to be sure, and-

Yes, they hadn't bricked it off quite yet.

Wakko now had the perfect to keep Max far away from his family for the rest of his life.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

#my fics #animaniacs #wakko warner #yakko warner #queen angelina ii #angelina warner #it's finally done!!!#sorry for the wait #and the shitty chapter-#this took a shit long time to write-#but hey! we got hella angst coming up #so look forward to that ;3 #(which should be coming out a lot sooner fingers crossed)#if you read this i love you #and again so sorry for the wait

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