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The waiting.

The tension.

The worry.

THE HUG?!?!?!?!?!?

*slams fist onto table* THIS IS THE SLOW BURN SHIT IM HERE FOR

Kix?

Obi-Wan?

Honey, you need to chill. And back up. You aren’t her protector.

“Don’t forget that I love you,” he murmurs. He pulls you close, his breath warm against your cheek, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “And I’m proud of you.”

Bro WHAT

IM SORRY

WHAT

let me just-

…

COMING ON A LITTLE STRONG MY GUY

Ok so yes their Force bond is strong, yes they love each other in more ways than one. Yes I’ve advocated for that, I’ll admit. But that was BEFORE Rex came into the picture. But let’s be honest here, Obi-Wan is not good for her at all. And we’re still not over the “he never believed her about Yaddle” bit

In previous chapters, Goldie kinda dug into her feelings a bit and we got to see into her head. We know she loves him but from her viewpoint and perspective, it’s definitely more platonic. And from the sheer panic she felt here that he was going to kiss her in front of the entire 212th, she wants to keep it that way (and for good reason)

Obi-Wan is an incredible character and person but there’s a ton of stuff that’s not talked about in the SW universe that he’s directly responsible for or played a large part in (I will get on a soap box so don’t get me started), but he does work to redeem himself. He’s not a bad person, per se, but for someone like Goldie who is struggling with inclinations toward the Dark side and with her emotions and anger and feelings, Obi-Wan is not the type of person she needs as a lover

THAT BEING SAID

I do still love their platonic dynamic and how well they can read each other. My spidey senses tell me that could potentially pose a problem in the future, but I also think Obi-Wan loves her enough and is mature enough to recognize that he needs to let go

REX MY BABY

“Don’t,” he interrupts. He pulls back and looks down at you, his brows knitted together. He looks pained. “Please. Don’t apologize. Not for this.”

“But we-“

“Please. Just…let me hold you,” he pleads, his eyes searching your face.

Roy. When I say I melted

That scene was so raw and so emotional and so perfect, I had literally tears in my eyes 😭😭😭

Good gods above I cannot wait for what’s next

Event Horizon

Chapter Thirteen: A Moment's Peace

Chapter WC: 7,041

A/N: screams in love triangle

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Saleucami, 21 BBY

When you finally awake, it's nearly morning. You can see the first rays of sunlight creeping over the horizon, and the air is filled with the sounds of birdsong. You're lying on a cot, a blanket draped over your body, and your armor has been removed. You sit up with a groan, and you immediately regret it as a sharp pain shoots through your body.

A hand lands on your shoulder and pushes you back down. "Easy there, sir. Don't strain yourself."

Echo's voice is calm and reassuring, and you let out a sigh as he eases you back onto the cot. You're sore all over, but you're still in one piece. And for that, you're grateful.

"How long have I been out?" you mumble, your voice hoarse, and you rub your eyes with the heels of your palms. The headache that's pounding in the back of your skull is a dull throb. You've had worse. You'll survive.

"Most of the night," Echo replies. He's sitting beside you, and he smiles when you look up at him. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been hit by a speeder," you chuckle. You shift on the cot and grimace. "Or twenty."

"I'm not surprised. You lost a lot of blood," Echo says. "Kix stitched you up good. You should be fine."

"Thanks," you reply. "And, thanks for, you know, looking after me."

Echo shrugs. "Just doing my job, sir."

"Still," you say, and you sit up, wincing as the pain flares through your shoulder. You reach out and squeeze his hand. "I appreciate it."

He nods, a faint blush on his cheeks, and he clears his throat. "Anytime, sir. It wasn't all me. Kix did most of the work."

"Where is he?" you ask. "Did he get some sleep?"

"A little," Echo replies. "He's outside. We all took shifts watching over you."

"Why?" you ask, confused. It's not like you're in any immediate danger. At least, not that you're aware of. "I was fine."

"We were worried about you, sir. After what happened with the transport, we just wanted to make sure," Echo says. "Kix said it was best if you stayed awake, but, well, he passed out pretty quick after the fight. He's a bit worn out."

"I'll bet," you murmur guiltily. "Sorry for worrying you. I was tired."

"That's one word for it," Echo chuckles. He stands up and walks over to a table, picking up a canteen and a pack of rations. He hands them both to you, his expression stern. "Now, eat. And drink. Please."

You take the items and smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir," he says.

You nod and turn your attention to the rations, tearing open the pack and taking a bite. The two of you sit quietly for a moment, listening to the sounds of the early morning. You look around the tent, taking note of the other cots. Hardcase and Fives are both fast asleep on the ones nearest to yours, their armor removed and neatly stacked on the ground. Most of the other beds are empty, and the tent is still.

You're glad. It means the other men are recovering well, and there isn't a crowd of faces staring at you. You don't particularly enjoy being the center of attention, especially not in the form of concerned looks and quiet murmurs.

You finish your meal, and the food helps settle your stomach. You feel more alert now, the exhaustion fading, and the ache in your muscles lessens. You're still tired, and the pain in your shoulder is enough to make you wish you were still unconscious, but there's another sensation nagging at the back of your mind.

You turn back to Echo. "Have you seen一"

"He commed earlier to say he was on his way," Echo replies. There's a knowing look in his eye, and his mouth twists into a small smirk.

"Oh," you say, a little flustered. You hadn't realized the question was so obvious, but you can't stop the smile that creeps across your lips at the thought of seeing him again. "Good."

He nods, and the two of you lapse into a comfortable silence. The only sound is the chirping of birds, the voices of the camp, and the soft rustle of the breeze through the trees. You lean back and stare at the canvas ceiling, enjoying the warmth and quiet. It's a welcome change from the chaos of the past few days, and you can't help but relax a little.

The peace doesn't last, though.

"General," Echo starts, and he hesitates, his eyes flicking toward the others and back before leaning closer, his voice lowering, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," you reply slowly. You're not sure what's causing the sudden shift in his demeanor. He's usually so calm and professional. Now he seems...nervous. It's a little concerning, and you can feel yourself start to tense.

He doesn't say anything at first, his eyes searching yours as if looking for an answer. You force a smile, hoping it will help him feel more at ease, and, finally, he takes a deep breath and speaks.

"It's nothing. Well, maybe not nothing. I'm not sure. I guess..." He trails off, his expression pinched, and you can feel the unease radiating from him. "Ah, it's nothing. Never mind."

"No, really," you urge him, sitting up a little straighter, ignoring the flare of pain the movement causes. You place a hand on his shoulder, and his body is tense beneath your touch. "What's wrong? You can talk to me."

Echo bites his lip, and the look in his eyes is almost pleading. He looks like he's about to confess a murder, and you can't imagine what could have him so worked up. He's not usually one to hesitate when it comes to sharing his thoughts.

"I was just...wondering," he starts, and he takes a deep breath, letting the air out slowly. "Were you the Jedi Rex saved on Geonosis?"

"I..."

Your mouth goes dry, and the words die on your lips. The surprise is enough to make you dizzy, and your heart hammers in your chest. You're not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. Your hand quickly drops from Echo's shoulder and clenches into a fist at your side.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he stammers. "It's none of my business. I just...when we were talking yesterday..."

"Yes," you finally answer, your voice little more than a whisper. "Yes, I was."

Echo blinks, and his mouth falls open. For a moment, he just stares at you, his eyes wide. You're not sure how long the two of you sit there, frozen in place, but it feels like an eternity.

Finally, Echo glances over his shoulder at the sleeping forms of Fives and Hardcase, and when he turns back, the look on his face is one of sheer delight.

"What?" you ask warily.

"I knew it," he laughs, the sound low and soft, and he leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I told Fives it had to be you. He didn't believe me, but I knew."

"What are you talking about?" you huff. The anxiety has faded now, replaced by irritation, and the scowl on your face only makes Echo laugh harder. "Is this a joke?"

"No," he chuckles. "Sorry. I just...it's funny. I mean, I suspected, but I wasn't sure."

"You suspected?" you repeat incredulously. You can feel the color draining from your face. You know you should just shut up, but you can't seem to stop the words from coming. "How did you figure it out?"

"Just a hunch," Echo replies. "Fives and I talked about it, and it just made sense. You're the only Jedi Rex ever talks about other than the General and Commander Tano. And he got kinda weird whenever anyone mentioned you."

"Weird?" you echo. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you're grateful the light is dim. This is not how you thought the conversation would go. "Weird how?"

"Just...well..." Echo trails off and glances at the others. They're both still sound asleep. "You know."

"No," you retort, the anger starting to bleed through into your voice. "I don't. Explain it to me."

"It's not like that," Echo insists. His expression is serious now, and he looks almost ashamed. "It's nothing, sir. Forget I said anything."

"Not a chance," you snap. "What did you mean?"

"Okay," he relents, his eyes flicking away from yours. He's clearly uncomfortable with the topic, but you're not backing down. You need answers. "Look, I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I think it's great, really. But, uh, well...he's...you know."

"What?"

“I don't want to offend you or anything, but he was always really...protective...of you," Echo mutters, his words rushed. "Even before we met you. I don't know. I just figured something must have happened."

"Oh," you murmur. You can’t seem to find anything more intelligent to say. The flush is spreading from your face down your neck, and you pick up the canteen, hoping the cool liquid will help. It doesn't. "Right."

You can't look at Echo right now. It's too much, too embarrassing. He's probably staring at you with a look of pity on his face, and you're sure he's wondering why the hell you're so upset about the whole thing. But you can't help it. This isn't something you ever expected him to bring up, and it's definitely not something you're prepared to talk about.

"I'm sorry," Echo says quickly. He pats your shoulder awkwardly. "I shouldn't have brought it up. I just—I didn't think it was true. But, clearly, I was wrong. It's...it's okay. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

"It's fine," you sigh. You can't even bring yourself to shrug his hand off. What's the point? He knows. And there's no hiding it now. "It's not a secret. Not really."

"Really?" he asks, surprised, and he withdraws his hand. "Then why didn't you tell us?"

"It's...complicated," you mutter as your hands twist in the blanket that covers you. You can't keep the bitterness from your voice. "That was a difficult day for both of us."

"I bet," Echo murmurs. He glances away, his expression thoughtful, and then back at you. "Rex doesn't talk about it much. We know the basics, but that's about it. I'm guessing you don't like to talk about it either."

"I don't," you admit. "It's...hard."

"I'm sure," he replies. He's quiet for a moment before continuing. "For what it's worth, I think you guys make a great team."

"Thanks," you mutter, though it's a half-hearted response.

"I'm not lying. Really," he says, and there's a note of sincerity in his voice. "And, between you and me, I think he's happier when you're around. It's nice. Makes him less uptight."

You snort at the comment. "Rex is never going to be less uptight."

"Nah, probably not," Echo chuckles. "But he is better when you're here. We all are."

"Well, thank you," you reply, and the tension leaves your shoulders as a faint smile spreads across your lips. "I appreciate that. Truly."

"Don't mention it," he says. "We've been through a lot together, and we're always glad to have you around."

"Thanks," you murmur. You're not sure what else to say. The awkwardness is still lingering in the air, and the conversation is a bit stilted. Still, you're grateful that Echo is trying to make things easier for you. He's a good person. And he's loyal to a fault. It's a quality you admire, even if it's a bit frustrating at times.

The two of you sit there for a moment, neither one willing to speak. The silence is growing heavier by the second, and you can feel the anxiety creeping back into your mind. It's getting harder and harder to stay calm, and the tension is starting to make your head ache. You rub your temples and sigh.

"I'm going to check in with Obi-Wan," you finally say, and you begin the laborious process of sitting up. "Make sure everything's okay."

"Of course," Echo replies. He stands, holding out a hand. "Can I help?"

"Please," you sigh, and you take his hand, using it to steady yourself. He keeps a firm grip on your arm, and together, the two of you stagger out of the tent. The fresh air is cool on your skin, and the sun is just starting to rise over the horizon. Once he's sure you're steady on your feet, Echo lets you go.

"Thank you for keeping me company," you say. "You didn't have to."

"No problem," Echo replies with a smile. "You know we've got your back, right, sir?"

"Right," you mutter. You're not entirely sure how you feel about that, but you manage to keep your frown to yourself.

You give him a final wave and start walking over to where Obi-Wan's tent is pitched. The camp is already starting to come to life, and you can hear the sounds of the men moving about. You're relieved to see that most of them seem to be unharmed, though a few are sporting visible injuries.

Cody is standing outside the tent with him, and the two seem to be deep in conversation. You walk toward them, careful to stay out of earshot. You don't want to interrupt their discussion, but, as you approach, the voices carry to you.

"...not sure. She seemed fine," Cody is saying. "A little quiet, but I expected that. You know she doesn't like this."

"Are you sure?" Obi-Wan asks. He's pacing back and forth, his arms crossed over his chest. "She was acting strange."

"Maybe a little," Cody concedes. "But she's been under a lot of pressure lately. It's only natural for her to get stressed."

"I suppose," Obi-Wan says, though his tone is unconvinced. He sighs, rubbing his forehead. When his hand falls, his face is pinched, his brow furrowed in thought. You wait for him to continue, but he suddenly straightens and turns to face you, your eyes meeting across the distance.

You freeze, your mouth falling open in surprise, and the realization dawns on you. You had been so wrapped up in your own emotions, so consumed by the stress and guilt, that you had neglected to keep a tight grip on your connection to the Force. The energy swirls around you, a maelstrom of worry and concern, and the emotions are pouring off you in waves.

"Shit," you breathe, and you quickly pull back, drawing the energy into yourself, and the world grows quiet once more. Obi-Wan frowns, but his expression quickly shifts into something more neutral.

You know what's coming, and there's no stopping it now.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture, and as you cross the final few feet between you, the two turn to face you. Cody nods a greeting while Obi-Wan just gives you a look. The concern on his face is unmistakable, and he opens his mouth to speak, but Cody beats him to it.

"Good morning, sir," he says. His gaze flickers to the bandage wrapped around your shoulder and back up to meet your eyes.

"Good morning," you say, forcing a smile. You can't seem to look Obi-Wan in the eye. "Sleep well?"

"As well as can be expected," Obi-Wan replies. He's giving you that look out of the corner of your eye, the one that says he's disappointed, but you ignore it just as you ignore the waves of frustration rolling off him. "Are you feeling better? I heard you gave the men a bit of a fright."

"Yeah, sorry," you reply. "It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't," Obi-Wan admonishes. “How’s your arm?”

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, and the movement sends a twinge of pain down your arm. You're definitely going to feel that for the next few days. "A little sore."

"Imagine that," he quips. He turns to Cody. "If you would excuse us for a moment."

"Of course," Cody replies. He smiles and nods his head before turning and heading towards Waxer and Boil. Obi-Wan watches him go for a moment before turning back towards you, sporting a stern look.

"You一"

You hold up a hand.

"Before you say anything," you start, and you glance around to make sure nobody is within earshot. The last thing you need is an audience. "Can we just not right now? It's too early."

"Fine," he concedes. He crosses his arms and sighs. "How bad is it? Really. Don't lie, you know I’ll be able to tell.”

"It's not great," you admit. "But I've had worse. A lot worse. Honestly, it's fine. I'll survive."

"That's not reassuring."

"Neither is yelling at me."

"I don't yell," he grumbles, the irritation clear in his voice. "And if you'd just listened to me..."

"I'm fine," you say firmly. You know you're pushing your luck, but you can't stop yourself. "It's just a flesh wound."

"It's not just a flesh wound. Not with you. I don't need the Force to tell me that," he replies, and the sharpness of his tone is enough to make you flinch. "You know better. You can't risk一"

"Obi-Wan!"

The sharpness of your tone catches you both off guard. Your cheeks burn, and a wave of embarrassment washes over you. It's not like you to snap at him like that, and the way his eyes widen in shock is proof enough of that.

A few of the troopers look in your direction, their heads snapping up from the conversation they'd been engrossed in. You glare at them until they look away, and then you lower your voice and continue. "Not now. Please."

He opens his mouth and then closes it. There's a flicker of pain in his eyes, and he turns away. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," you mumble. The fight leaves you in an instant, and the shame settles heavy on your shoulders. "I didn't mean to...I know you're worried, and I appreciate it, but I'm fine."

"I know," he says quietly. "I just can't help it."

"I know," you sigh.

The two of you stand there for a moment, neither one daring to speak. There's a lump in your throat, and the weight of the emotions is making it hard to breathe.

You want nothing more than to wrap him in a hug and apologize. You want to tell him everything will be okay, that it's going to be fine. That the war will end soon, and you'll have time to heal and figure things out.

But you can't. Because it's not going to end. It's only just begun.

"I'll be more careful next time," you say finally. You look up and meet his eyes, and the hurt and concern reflected there are enough to make your heart clench. "I promise."

"Okay," he says, and he gives you a weak smile. "And, please, try not to scare the men again."

"I'll do my best," you chuckle. The heaviness in the air has eased, and some of the tension has drained away.

"I know you will," he says, and his expression softens.

"So are we good?" you ask hesitantly. You're not sure what else there is to say.

"For now," he replies, and his smile turns sad. "I can't promise I won't say anything later."

Obi-Wan's eyes drift up to the sky, and the smile slips from his lips. He looks tired, and there's a hint of resignation in his gaze. You follow his line of sight, your eyes settling on a black dot among the clouds growing larger by the second.

A Republic transport is approaching with haste, making a beeline straight for you. It's flying low, and the dust and dirt kicked up by its landing sends a cloud billowing over the camp.

"We're headed to Dantooine," Obi-Wan announces, raising his voice as the ship starts its descent. "Master Windu is in need of our aid."

Your stomach churns at the idea of being thrown into another warzone, but you swallow and nod. "Okay, I'll be ready."

"Not you," Obi-Wan corrects, and he holds up a hand when you start to protest. "You need time to rest and heal. That's an order."

"But一"

"I mean it," he says firmly. "Go home. Take some time for yourself. If not for your sake, then for mine. I'll send word to Anakin and let him know to expect you."

The fight leaves you, and your shoulders sag. It's pointless to argue. You're exhausted, and you can barely walk. Even if you wanted to go, it's not like you'd make much of a difference. You're more likely to get in the way, and that's the last thing you need. You've already proven yourself useless once. You're not keen on repeating the experience.

“Fine,” you mutter as the ship touches down, sending another plume of dust swirling around the camp. "I'll go. But only because you asked so nicely."

"I appreciate that," he says with a wry smile. He reaches out and gives your uninjured shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Take care of yourself. I'll comm you as soon as I have news."

"Yeah," you reply. Your throat is tight, and you swallow, trying to push back the wave of sadness that threatens to overwhelm you. It's not fair. You hate being left behind, and, even worse, you know Obi-Wan will be worrying about you while he's gone.

"Hey," Obi-Wan says. His tone is soft, and his gaze is full of understanding. The hand on your shoulder drifts up to your neck, and his fingers curl gently against the side of your head. You can feel the worry in him, but there's something else, too, a feeling you can't quite place.

"What is it?" you ask, the question slipping from your lips before you can stop yourself.

"Don't forget that I love you," he murmurs. He pulls you close, his breath warm against your cheek, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "And I'm proud of you."

"I—thanks," you mumble. The tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "I'll see you soon."

He holds you for a moment, studying your features, and the worry on his face is etched in every line and crease. He tilts your head up and leans in, and your heart clenches with a sudden wave of anxiety, inexplicably fearful that he may kiss you. It's irrational. He wouldn't do that. Not here, not with the men around.

Still, you're unable to stop the flutter of panic that runs through your chest, and you suck in a breath as his mouth draws close to yours.

And then he turns his head and kisses your cheek.

"May the Force be with you," he says quietly, and he lets go of you. He gives you a final smile before stepping back and turning towards the ship. "And stay out of trouble."

Obi-Wan doesn't give you a chance to respond, walking toward the ship without another word. You watch him go, your thoughts a jumbled mess of relief and disappointment, and you rub absently at your neck.

"And with you," you murmur, and you sigh as you watch him rejoin Cody. He says something to him, and the Commander nods, signaling for the 212th to prepare to board the transport. In the distance, you can see the 501st doing the same. The men are gathering their supplies and checking their gear, taking down tents and packing crates. Fives is chatting with Echo and Hardcase, while Jesse and Kix are arguing about something.

You stay back, observing the scene. It's strangely peaceful, and the calm is a stark contrast to the chaos that filled the day before. Despite the ache in your muscles and the lingering exhaustion and anxiety, you can't help but feel grateful. It's over.

For now, at least.

Boarding the transports that arrive one by one is slow going, and it’s early afternoon by the time the 501st is ready to leave. You stand by as the men move into formation, and your eyes sweep over the ranks, searching for a familiar blue pauldron.

You know you won’t find him. There hasn’t been any sign of Rex thus far, and while you can feel his unmistakable presence in the Force drawing nearer to your location, you know you won’t be satisfied until you see him with your own eyes.

Still, you can’t keep a whole battalion waiting for one man, no matter how important or missed he may be. So you take a deep breath and let the air out slowly before addressing the assembled troops. You don't have much of a speech prepared, and you're not the best public speaker, but the men seem happy enough to see you, even if you're not their general.

"Hey," you start, and the men fall silent. Their helmets turn towards you, and the weight of their gazes is a palpable thing. You shift your weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. "Thank you for everything you did yesterday. I know it was...difficult. But you kept your heads. You're all brave men, and I'm proud to serve alongside you."

There's a chorus of cheers and whistles from the crowd. A few of the men even stomp their feet and raise their blasters into the air. It's a bit excessive, but you appreciate the enthusiasm nonetheless.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," you say, and there's a tittering of laughter from the ranks. A few of the troopers call out their own sentiments, and the group grows louder. You can't help but grin, and the expression feels foreign on your face.

“We’ll be headed back to Coruscant for some R&R," you continue. "And then you’ll get the go-ahead for your next assignment. So take advantage of this downtime. Enjoy the peace. Relax. Spend time with each other. You've earned it."

Another cheer erupts from the crowd, and you glance around, hoping someone will step forward and take charge of the situation. No such luck.

"Okay, that's it," you announce lamely. "Get on the damn ship and go home."

More cheering and whooping follow the declaration, and the men shuffle into place. There's a line of them stretching up the ramp, and as the first group of soldiers disappears inside, the ones standing near you start moving towards the transport. You step back and watch them go, giving each one a quick nod and smile as they pass. It's a tight fit, and there are a lot of clones, but everyone seems happy enough. It's good. They deserve a break.

"General," a voice calls, and you look up to see Kix approaching as the first transport takes off, another moving to take its place. He's dressed in his full gear, helmet tucked under his arm, and his expression is a strange mix of amusement and exasperation. "Glad to see you up and about."

"Thanks," you say, and you offer him a smile. “How are you?”

"I'm fine," he says with a shrug. "Just trying to make sure everyone else is too."

"I'm glad," you reply. "Thank you for everything you've done. I'm sorry if I was...combative. I'm not the best patient."

"You weren't that bad," he chuckles. "Jesse is much worse. Always complaining and trying to skip out on his shots. And Hardcase has a habit of picking at his stitches."

You make a face, and he smirks at your discomfort.

"Sounds like fun,” you say wryly.

"Something like that," he snorts.

"I'll be sure to avoid that in the future," you laugh.

"Please do." He reaches into his pack, pulling out a bottle that rattles as he holds it out to you.

“Here,” he says, and you take it, glancing at the label. “For the pain.”

"I told you. I'm fine," you reply, and you try to give it back to him, but he pushes your hand away. "Really. You should save these for someone who needs them."

"You need them. I'm not taking no for an answer," Kix insists. "You've got a few long weeks ahead of you. Better to start taking them now."

"Fine," you concede with a sigh. You dump two pills into your hand and tip your head, swallowing them dry. They stick in your throat, and you wince. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic," he retorts, his tone droll. "Now, take it easy. And keep those pills on you. I want you to take one every six hours. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," you say with a mock salute, and Kix rolls his eyes.

"Very funny," he grumbles. He looks toward the ship landing behind him and sighs. "I have to go. Jesse and I are on this one. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Thank you," you murmur, touched by his concern. And the pills are already starting to work. You can feel the familiar warmth spreading through your veins, and your shoulders sag. "Take care of yourself. I'll see you soon."

His brows raise. “You’re not coming?”

“I’ll catch the next one,” you say. "I need to check on some things. And I want to wait for Rex. Make sure he’s okay.”

Kix frowns and glances over his shoulder at the ship. It's fully loaded and ready to go. You can see Fives and Echo waving at him, beckoning him over. He turns back, his gaze sweeping over your face. "I can stay with you if you'd like."

"No," you reply quickly. You shake your head and give him a smile. "You go. I'll be alright. I can't keep you from your brothers."

"Sir, he's fine," he says, and he takes a step forward, his eyes searching your face. "We talked to him. He's doing well. He just needs to rest."

"I know," you sigh. Your hands twist in the front of your robe as you bite your lip. The ache in your chest has returned. It's a dull throb, and it makes your heart feel heavy. You hate it. You look away, your gaze fixed on the horizon. "I just need to see him, make sure for myself."

"Oh," he breathes. The word is barely a whisper, and you grimace at the tone. You can feel his eyes on you, studying you, and he nods slowly. "Okay. I understand."

You meet his gaze, and the corners of his lips curl upward. He's smiling at you, but the expression is tinged with sadness. It's a strange look, and it makes you nervous. You don't like the way he's staring at you, and you shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms.

“Get moving, trooper,” you say. Your voice is gruffer than intended, and the words come out harsh, but you don't apologize. "That's an order."

Kix blinks at the change in tone, but he recovers quickly, his face breaking into a wide grin. He salutes, his fist resting over his heart, and the gesture is followed by a deep bow. "Sir, yes, sir."

He turns and walks back towards the transport. You watch as he boards, pausing to say a few final words to Jesse, who’s leaning against the side of the ship. His expression is stern, and the other clone nods, standing upright and putting a hand over his heart. Kix returns the nod, and the two exchange a few more words before Jesse moves back inside the transport.

Kix looks back towards you, and he waves before the door slides shut, blocking him from view. The engines flare, and the ship lifts into the sky in a smooth ascent, and soon it's disappearing over the horizon.

Once it's out of sight, you turn and walk towards the outskirts of the clearing, your eyes on the forest. Rex should be here soon. You can feel his presence growing stronger with every passing moment. You close your eyes and reach out with the Force. The trees are whispering, telling you where to go, and you follow their lead.

In the aftermath of the dust and dirt kicked up by the departing ship, a figure begins to emerge from the treeline in front of you. You shield your eyes and squint, trying to see through the haze.

The air begins to clear, and you watch as an eopie lopes toward you, its rider bobbing slightly with its movement. The sun glints off the armor of the clone atop the creature. His hair is matted and dirty, and his face is covered in dust and soot, but the smile on his lips is unmistakable, and his eyes are bright and warm.

You feel your heart leap, and you rush towards him as fast as your legs will carry you. The eopie kneels, and Rex dismounts, grabbing his helmet from its back and moving toward you with a swiftness that's almost surprising.

Your pace slows, and you stop a few feet from him, taking in the dents and scratches on his armor that weren’t there the day before. The most noticeable change is the large blaster hole on his chest piece, near dead center. It's singed and charred, and it makes your stomach churn. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eye, still focused on the damage to his armor.

"General," he greets, his voice hoarse and tired.

You don't respond. You're not sure what to say. You've missed him, and you're so relieved that he's alive, but all you can focus on is the hole in his chest.

"Hey."

The sound of his voice makes you jump, and you look up to see him staring at you. His gaze is piercing, and his brows are furrowed. He's worried. You can tell by the crease between his eyes and the way his jaw is set, and it's making the ache in your chest grow worse.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your lips, and you swallow hard. You know you need to say something, anything, but your mind is blank.

"Are you alright?”

"Me?" you croak, and you gesture to the hole. "I'm fine. You—"

"Are fine," he finishes for you. He smiles, but there's a hint of sadness in the expression. He steps closer and reaches out, his hands hovering by your shoulders for a moment before he lets them drop, his eyes scanning the landscape behind you. "Are…we alone?”

"Yeah," you reply, and your brows furrow in confusion. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"No," he murmurs, his voice is soft and low. Rex takes another step closer, his boots crunching in the dirt, until you’re practically pressed against his chest. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

His eyes drift down to your shoulder, and his hand gently traces the bandages that wrap around your arm. "Kix told me you got hurt. I'm sorry I couldn't be there."

"Rex," you breathe, and you place a hand over his. "I'm fine. I'll live."

"Still," he sighs. "I hate seeing you like this."

"Like what?"

"In pain."

"Oh," you mutter.

You don't know how to respond to that. It's such a simple statement, but it carries a weight that makes your heart clench.

You swallow and look down, avoiding his gaze as your hand falls away. "Well, it's not your fault."

"I know.” He sighs again and rubs the back of his neck. "But I can't help it."

"Rex..."

"I know. It's not my place."

"No," you agree softly. “It’s not.”

Rex nods solemnly and steps away, his gaze dropping back to the ground. You watch as he turns and walks back toward the eopie. It's chewing on the leaves of a nearby tree, its tail flicking lazily, and he strokes the creature's flank and gives it a pat. The eopie snorts and lowers its head, nuzzling his hand before moving back towards the trees.

You’re both silent, and you stare after the animal as it disappears into the forest. Your thoughts are racing, and you're not sure how to articulate the turmoil in your mind. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but you can't bring yourself to speak.

Rex turns back to you and takes a deep breath. There’s an intensity to his gaze that’s disarming, and you feel yourself rooted in place. Your throat tightens, and you swallow, forcing down the lump in your throat.

“It is though."

The words are so quiet, you barely hear them.

"What?"

"It is my place," he says. His voice is strained, and his eyes are fixed on yours. You can't tell what he's thinking. You can't even guess, but the way his eyes are locked on yours is enough to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Rex," you begin, and you lick your lips, your mouth suddenly dry. "I can't—"

"I know," he interrupts, and the words come out rushed. He shakes his head and looks away, his brow furrowed in thought. He stares off into the distance, and his hands clench and unclench at his sides.

“I was afraid," Rex admits, his gaze moving back to you. "When I heard the news. That you'd been injured. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I'd...how much we'd lose. If anything happened to you."

"Rex," you sigh, and you cross your arms, hugging yourself tightly. The admission is both painful and exhilarating. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he replies. He takes a shaky breath, and the corners of his mouth lift. "Just glad you're okay."

"Thank you," you whisper. You can't think of anything else to say. You just stand there, staring at him, unable to formulate a coherent thought. You know what you want to tell him, but you can't get the words out. Your brain is screaming at you, begging you to speak, but your mouth refuses to cooperate. And so the two of you remain motionless, frozen in the moment.

Rex is the first to break the silence. "We should head back."

"Yes," you murmur. You nod slowly and blink. "We should."

"Right," he sighs, and he moves past you. His arm brushes yours as he passes, and a shiver runs through you. He stops and turns back, his brows furrowed in concern. "Are you sure you're okay?”

“I…”

You trail off and shake your head. You're not okay, not even a little bit. And the longer you stay here with him, staring into his eyes, the less okay you feel. But you can’t help yourself, can't pull yourself away.

It's not a good idea. It’s foolish, not when there's no telling who might be watching, but you're past caring. You're too exhausted to be afraid. Too tired to fight the impulse.

You take a deep breath and dart forward, your arms wrapping around his torso. You press your face into his chest plate and cling to him, your hands trembling, and you can feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You're being ridiculous, but you don’t care. You just need to be close to him, to feel him against you, to know that he's real and alive.

Rex doesn't react immediately. He stands completely still, letting you hold him, but after a moment, his arms slowly circle your shoulders. His grip is light, almost tentative, as if he's afraid of hurting you. But when you squeeze him tighter, he hugs you back.

His helmet falls to the ground with a thud, and you can feel him burying his face in your hair. His breath is warm against the top of your head. One hand drifts down to the small of your back, while the other slides up to cradle the back of your neck, and his fingers curl into your hair.

He pulls you closer, tighter as your breath hitches and a sob escapes your lips. You can feel the warmth spreading across your face as the tears start to fall, hard and fast. They trickle down your cheeks and onto his armor, and you press your face against him, the cold soothing against your skin.

“Rex," you choke out, and your voice cracks. The words are muffled by his chest, but you know he hears them all the same. "I thought...I was so scared..."

"I'm okay," he whispers, and his hand moves to stroke your hair. "I'm fine."

"I know," you hiccup. "But I couldn't help it."

"It's okay," he says gently, continuing to smooth the loose strands. It's a comforting sensation, and you let yourself relax into him, your hands sliding up his back. "I'm here."

"I know," you sigh. You lean against him, letting the full weight of your body rest on his chest. You can sense his heart pounding against his ribs, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I shouldn't一"

“Don’t,” he interrupts. He pulls back and looks down at you, his brows knitted together. He looks pained. "Please. Don't apologize. Not for this."

"But we一"

"Just...let me hold you," he pleads, his eyes searching your face. He looks almost desperate, and there's an urgency to his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. "Please. For a minute. That's all."

"Okay," you murmur, and you can feel yourself nodding. The movement is small, but it's enough, and Rex's lips curl upward.

You lean back into him, letting your cheek rest on him again as he lets out a deep exhale. Rex draws you close and rests his chin on the top of your head, and his hands return to their places on your back and neck.

Your fingers curl into his chest plate, and you breathe deeply. He smells like smoke and sweat, but there's a hint of something else. Something clean, and crisp, and familiar. You're not sure what it is, but it reminds you of home. Of safety. Of comfort.

He holds you tight, and the two of you stay like that for a long time, neither of you speaking, until your shoulder starts to ache. You wish you could stay here forever, but the last ship is waiting for you, and the last thing you want is for someone to come looking.

Reluctantly, you pull away, and the moment is broken. The reality sets in, the weight of the consequences pressing down on you. You've taken too many risks already. If anyone sees...If they suspect anything...the thought sends a shiver of fear down your spine. You need to put some distance between the two of you.

"We should get going," you murmur. You avoid looking at him, but you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.

"Right," Rex sighs. "The ship."

"I'm sorry," you apologize. "I know this isn't一"

"I understand," he says softly. "And I'm sorry too. For scaring you."

"You didn't do anything wrong," you insist. “I need to learn how to deal with this stuff. I shouldn't freak out like that."

"Don't," he says firmly. He reaches out and puts his hand on your shoulder. The touch is gentle, and it's meant to be reassuring, but it makes you wince.

He must notice, because his brows furrow and his expression turns concerned. “You're still in pain."

"I'll live," you grumble, and you shrug his hand off. "It's nothing."

“Did Kix give you any medicine?" he asks. He steps closer and peers down at your face. "Did he tell you what to do if it starts hurting again? You need to一"

"Rex," you interject, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. "I'm fine. I can handle it."

He frowns. "I don't think一"

"Rex," you interrupt. You take a deep breath and look up, your eyes searching his face. There's a bruise on his forehead, and a cut near his hairline, and he has a few days' worth of scruff on his cheeks. He looks rough. He needs a shower and a shave and a good night's sleep, but his eyes are warm, and his expression is earnest. "Just...take me home."

He's quiet for a moment. Something in your words makes him hesitate, and he looks away, his gaze focused on something behind you. The air feels heavy, and your chest tightens.

"Home," Rex repeats. There's an edge to his voice that makes you tense, and his eyes narrow. You wonder if you've gone too far, pushed too hard, but then he nods, and the moment is forgotten. "Of course. We should go."

You exhale and give him a grateful smile, and he returns it as he bends down to pick up his helmet. His arm brushes yours as he straightens, and he lingers close.

"You ready?" he asks, his voice low, barely more than a whisper.

“I think so," you murmur as you look down and stare at your feet. The boots are filthy, covered in mud and sand, and your robe is stained with blood. You look awful, but that's the least of your worries.

You feel a gentle touch on your hand, drawing you from your thoughts.

You barely stifle a gasp at the unexpected sensation, the barest brush of Rex’s hand against yours, so light and soft it could almost be mistaken for a breeze. It's a small gesture, but it's significant. It means something to you, and you can tell by the way his signature shifts and bends in the Force, glowing bright and warm, that it means something to him too.

Your breath catches, and your fingers curl, seeking his, but he steps away, putting a respectable distance between the two of you. You’re glad for it, despite the flare of disappointment that stabs at your chest. The rational part of you knows it's the right thing to do.

The two of you set off towards where the last transport is waiting without another word. You can see the clone manning the ramp watching you from the top of the incline, and your jaw clenches. You feel strangely exposed, like the trooper can read your thoughts, and you glance at Rex.

He seems unfazed, and his expression is calm, his face a mask of serenity. But there's a tension in his shoulders, and his signature is still aglow, pulsing and twisting, and it makes your palms sweat. You try to steady yourself, pushing the thoughts of his touch from your mind.

“Ready, sir?” the clone greets as the two of you approach. He salutes, and you return the gesture with a nod, your eyes sweeping over him. You’re almost certain this one is Mixer, and you make a note to check the roster later.

"Ready," Rex says, his tone light.

"Let's get out of here," you reply. You glance at Rex as he climbs the ramp ahead of you. "I'm ready for a hot meal and a shower."

"Me too," he grunts. He sounds exhausted. You wonder how much sleep he's gotten over the last two days. "And a shave.”

You bark out a laugh and follow him into the ship. “What a shame. I was starting to like the rugged look."

Rex freezes at the top of the ramp, his head whipping around to stare at you. He blinks, his brows raising in surprise before his lips curve into a wry smile, and he shakes his head. "Very funny, sir."

"I'm just saying. It was growing on me," you say with a shrug. "Suits you."

"Is that so?"

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop the grin threatening to spread across your face at the way his ears turn pink. "It's just an observation."

He chuckles, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck. He starts to reply, but the ramp is sliding closed behind you, and the words die in his throat.

The two of you are far from alone, and while the clones milling about the transport's interior are too distracted with their own affairs to notice the exchange, it's better not to chance it. Rex seems to realize this, and he settles for a pointed look as the ship rumbles to life, lifting off the ground.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the roar of the engines. You can’t hide your smile, and the corner of his mouth twitches too, his lips curving up into a matching grin.

He nods and walks away, making his way towards a group of his brothers. You watch as they welcome him back, the clones slapping his pauldron and clasping his hand in a one-armed hug.

Your eyes stay on them for a moment longer before you look away, making your way to the back of the ship and settling down in a corner. It's not a wise idea. You shouldn't even be thinking about him like that, and there are a hundred reasons not to, but you can't help but feel a little hopeful.

After all, you're both still alive. For now.

And maybe that's enough.

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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New Place

Roy Harper x batsis!reader

Warning: hints at sexy stuff

Roy reached over your body to grab a glass of water and chug it. You didn’t even move but laid boneless in bed. A very nice fluffy bed, mind you. He sat the glass down and kissed the corner of your lip. You smiled but otherwise didn’t even respond. Roy looked at you proudly. You were thoroughly wore out.

He had just moved into his own apartment in Star City. Boxes littered the floor and he had barely unpacked anything. But you were in his bed, in his place. And that was worth all the work. He had been living with Jason and Kori would sometimes stay over and Jason would have Isabel over and Dick and Babs would visit. Which was great. But you lived an hour away from Gotham in Star City going to college and he was getting tired of Gotham’s madness anyways.

But the real reason was that he couldn’t see you whenever. It’s impossible to hide the fact that he was dating Jason’s sister when he lived in the same house. Both of you agreed that your brothers wouldn’t take it well. Dick had ‘accidentally’ broken the hand of your prom date when his hand slipped too low. And Jason have every guy the shovel talk. You didn’t even want to think about what Bruce would say. Especially with Roy’s history of drug abuse.

It didn’t help that Roy was 5 years older. You’d had a crush on him as a kid. Roy had to meet up with your professor of history for a ‘theoretical’ artifact that definitely wasn’t something of importance that they needed to understand for a mission. He had barely recognized you waiting in the office before meeting the teacher but didn’t hesitate to accept your help for his mission. He asked you to coffee and one thing led to another.

“Baby,” Roy said softly, pulling you to his chest. You usually traced his tattoos but you just laid on him with a little pleased smile. “Did I tire you out?” He teased. You groaned and gave him a little scowl before closing your eyes again.

“Some would say 5 is excessive,” you mumbled.

“And yet all I heard was ‘don’t stop! Oh god- don’t stop!’” He said with a smirk. You lightly hit his chest with your hand. Roy laughed. “Alright, I’ll let you sleep, baby doll.”

You drifted off before his words truly even registered in your brain. Roy rubbed your back before falling asleep as well with your nude exhausted bodies tangled together.

A few hours later Roy woke up to the sound of knocking on his door. He groaned and went to move but realize you were asleep on him. His girlfriend at his place. He smiled before slowly sliding out from under you. The knocking continued and Roy almost hoped that it was a food delivery he forgot that he ordered. He threw on some pants before leaving the bedroom to open the front door.

“Hello,” he opened to see Jason standing there. Jason looked over his body with an eyebrow raised.

“Somebody had fun last night. Did you sleep with a vampire?” Jason said amused. Roy tried to not blush because he wasn’t usually shy but if Jason knew it was his sister leaving purple hickeys that definitely led directly to Roy’s dick... yeah, Roy would be dead.

“Yeah, you know,” He shrugged trying to act casual when it was anything but. Jason shrugged too even though he too was complete bullshit with him dating Isabel. He stepped in the apartment and closed the door. Roy thanked his luck stars that the bedroom door was closed.

“So, you wanna go get some lunch later or are you too busy?” Jason asked. Roy thought about it. He really wanted to stay all day with you but Jason would get suspicious if Roy wanted to stay all day with what he must assume is a one night stand.

“Uh yeah. I’ll meet you around 1? I’ve gotta shower and-“

“Cover up those vampire bites? Alright, hold on my phone’s ringing,” Jason answered his phone. “Alright Dickie, I’ll call her. That’s fine. I’ll see if she can do lunch. Do you mind Roy? If y/n meets us at lunch? Okay, talk to you later,” Jason said hanging up and dialing another number.

“That’s fine,” Roy said. And before he can do or say anything, your phone rang in the apartment on the kitchen counter. You pulled on his robe and came into the living room. The one where Jason and Roy were currently standing. Jason stood silent with his mouth slightly open.

“What. In the. Actual. Fuck,” Jason said with a deadly quietness to his voice.

“Jason!” You yelped and pulled the robes closer to your body, wishing it was longer. But Jason had already seen red bruises on your chest and neck. He was currently staring at one right above the robe.

“You? Him?” He said, lost for words. “You slept with my sister?” Jason asked roughly turning towards Roy.

“Jason, just calm down,” you said quickly stepping in front of Roy. Roy put up his hands in surrender but the look on Jason’s face was pure murder.

“You had a fucking one night stand with my sister? And she did that,” he motioned to the hickeys on Roy. Roy shrugged his shoulders with a ‘come on man’ look.

“It isn’t one night-“

“So you’re fuck buddies with her? My baby sister?”

“Jason, quit,” you said. Baby sister was an exaggeration as Jason was only 2 years older than you. “We’re dating.”

“You’re- what?” He said lost.

“I’m dating Roy. We are boyfriend and girlfriend, okay?” You said and Jason’s face went through the entire spectrum of human emotions.

“Why?”

“Ouch bro. That’s mean,” Roy said with a wince.

“Well she’s smart, pretty, successful. And you’re... you,” Jason said with a shrug. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, and I love him,” you said looking at Roy softly. “And if you can’t support that... then- then don’t talk to me.” You sounded more assertive than you felt.

“Hey, woah. I never said anything like that,” Jason said, his eyes softened. “Fuck. I don’t like this. And if you hurt my sister, I’ll break all your bones. But I guess I support you. Only because I trust you,” he said pointedly looking at you instead of Roy.

“Thanks,” Roy said dryly.

“No,” Jason said. “Just never let me see anything like this again. The fact that you did that is something I can’t forget.” He shuddered while looking at Roy.

“So are we good, Bro?” Roy asked with a hopeful half smile.

“Sure. Bring it in,” Jason said with his arms open as if wanting a hug. Roy looked him suspiciously but came in to hug him. Jason rewarded him with a quick jab to the nose. “For fucking my sister. Just standard practice,” he shrugged.

“Fuck,” Roy groaned, holding his nose that was starting to bleed.

“Jason! Really?” You said grabbing a hand towel and holding it over his nose.

“What did you expect? Don’t fuck my sister,” Jason said with a shrug.

“We’re dating. What do you think will happen?” You said rolling your eyes.

“Lots,” Roy added and Jason moved to throw another punch before you moved between the pair. You smacked Roy on the back of the head.

“Don’t antagonize him,” you said.

“Baby,” Roy pouted. “I’m still bleeding. Don’t hit me.”

“I can make you bleed more. Keep talking,” Jason threatened.

“Okay, Jason we’ll meet you at lunch after we change, okay?” You said. He glared at Roy one last time before nodding in agreement.

“Don’t test me, Harper. I’m debating if I want to kick your ass still,” Jason said walking to the door. “And for god sake put on a shirt.”

After the door closed, Roy turned to you and pulled you close by the waist. “Wanna have some fun before we meet him for lunch,” he asked kissing your neck. You pulled back.

“Not a chance. I’ve got to put makeup on these marks already,” you said. Roy pouted. “Plus Jason will just know and kick your ass.”

Roy nodded and moved to find clothing.

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years ago

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✨Birds of a Feather✨

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules

Request; Could I request a YJs1 Dick x reader with the reader being new to the team and a protege of black canary? He’s my favourite 🥰

A/N; honestly, if one robin is AT LEAST one of your favorites, if they aren’t in the top three, i don’t trust you. also, i really like the way i wrote this a stuff, if anyone wants i can make this a thing. I fucking grew up on young justice i love these characters. rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Dick Grayson(Robin) x Fem!Reader

Warnings; fluff, slight cursing

Your upbringing wasn’t pleasant, for a short backstory, Black Canary found you when she did a raid on an illegal Meta-Human fighting ring. Your parents sold you to the leader of the ring. Your power was similar to Canary’s, in which your voice was a power. You could mimic sounds around you like a mockingbird, but you had similarities with an owl in the fact that your neck could turn all the way around and you had night vision. Black Canary found you when you were ten, taking you in as her own. She took you under her wing. *dad jokehehuheh*

She had taken care of you for four years, you ever really made you debut as a hero, until Batman started the underground team of sidekicks. Robin of course knew of you, as did Batman because, duh. Well, Roy did too but that was mainly because Green Arrow was dating Canary. He was like a big brother, and he deeply cared for you.

“And this is Black Canary’s protégé, Mockingbird.” You walked out from the shadows, a black hoodie and red jeans on. Your hoodie had your favorite band one it, whatever it may be. “Sup.” You nod your head at the boys, your hood covered your face since it was dark but you also had glasses on, kinda like Robin’s but they were reading glasses. The glasses could profile anyone and bring up their history, if it’s in the web or files on the cloud, you gotem.

Kid Flash was easy, he didn’t both with covering his face, everyone else was open with you, but not Robin. You glasses always got glitched out when you tried to activate them while looking at him. He knew this and did it on purpose. He didn’t know much about you, only you hero name, you also did that on purpose, it was a fun little battle. You were closer to Robin anyways, being close in age but that didn’t stop Wally from flirting. “Hey babe~ Wanna spar~?” The redhead would ask, before you could speak he would go pale. “Nevermind.” Then he’d run away, you guessed it was Robin, he had mastered the infamous bat-glare.

When Artemis joined the team, you were happy. Another human girl on the team, no offense to M’gann but you felt more comfortable with another human female around. Plus, she was funny. You lived in Star City with Diane and Oliver, and you met her first, it was awesome when you came with her to the Cave and saw all of them shocked.

“What’s up, birdy?” You smile as you trotted over to Robin, you didn’t really have a superhero suit, you kinda took after Black Canary, civilian clothes were your hero clothes. It was usually blood stained black leggings, a navy blue crop top hoodie and black paint around your eyes and bridge of your nose rather than a regular mask because those were itchy. “Do NOT call me that.” Boy Wonder grumbled and elbowed you playfully. You gave him a smirk and batted you eyelashes at him. “You love me.” “No I don’t.” He snorted.

“The Wallman is here!” A redhead yelled through the zeta-tubes as he entered, the loud noise made you yelp and grab onto the nearest person, which was Robin. When you both realized that you both turned red. “Yeesh...stay whelmed Mockingbird.” He finally got out after being frozen. You both had completely ignored the situation going on around you, until...

“Recognize: Speedy, B06.” The computer spoke, making you grinning like an idiot and turn towards the tubes. “Well for starters, he doesn’t go by speedy anymore. Call me Red Arrow.” Your eyes lit up at your brother, well not really brother but you both looked at each other as such. “Roy-” Oliver started but you cut him off. “Roy!” You yelled happily and ran towards your redhead. “Wa to ruin his moment...” Wally grumbled but you flipped him off as you hugged Roy. “Why don’t you call anymore? I’ve been worried. So was Olly, and I guess Robin, Kaldur, and Wally, but I’m your sister!” You whined and teared up, your tears mixing with the paint you used as a mask causing black tears.

“Oh birdie...you know why.” Roy soothed causing you to sniffle and rub your tears away. “Right, sorry.” You mumble and pull away, “Sorry.” You mumbled again and walked back to your spot by Robin, the taller boy put a hand on your shoulder. “Roy, you look-” Oliver started, “Replaceable.” Roy hissed and walked over. “You know it’s not like that.” “Then why bother with a sub? Can she even use that bow?” He gestured angrily to the blonde archer. “Yes she can.” Artemis hissed back. “Who are you?!” Wally whined. “I’m his niece.” “She’s his niece.” “She’s my niece.” Artemis, you, and Green Arrow stated in a matter-of-fact like tone. “Another niece?” Robin snorted, earning an elbow from you.

“But he’s not your replacement!” You chimed in, walking over to the arrows. “We have always wanted you on the team.” Aqualad said, walking over to the now, Red Arrow. “And we have no quota on archers.” The leader continued. “And if we did, you know who we’d pick!” Wally chimed, glaring over at Artemis. “Whatever Baywatch,” Artemis glared, “I’m here to stay.” You stifled a chuckle and looked away. “Baywatch...” You snorted. “But you came here for a reason, right Roy?” You asked when you finally calmed down. “Yeah, a reason named Dr. Sterling Roquette.”

Both yours and Robin’s eyes widened before you both pulled up a file with the holographic computer. “Nano-robotics genius-” Robin started as he began typing. “And claytronics expert at Royal University in Star City! I love her!” You finished and gushed the last part. “Vanished two weeks ago.” Robin continued, earning a frown on your face. “Abducted two weeks ago, by the League of Shadows.” “Woah, you want us to rescue her from The Shadows?” Boy wonder said in a hopeful tone. “Hardcore.” Wally said in awe and fist bumped the other boy. “Dumbasses.” You scoffed and hit them both in the back of the neck. “Roy probably already did that.” You pointed out and walked over to him with a big smile. Roy smiled back and ruffled your hair. “She’s right, I already rescued her. There’s only one problem, the shadows already got her to make a weapon, ‘Doc call it the Fog.” Roy pulled up an image of a dark cylinder looking object with red buttons.

“It’s comprised of millions of microscopic robots, nanotech infiltrators, capable of disintegrating anything in their path- concrete, steel, flesh, bone.- but it’s true purpose isn’t mere destruction. It’s theft. The infiltrators eat and story raw data from any computer system and deliver the stolen data to the Shadows. Providing them access to weapons, strategic defense, cutting edge science and tech.” “Perfect for extortion, manipulation, and power broking.” Artemis starts, earning a groan from Wally, an admiring look from you, and a knowing look from Robin. “Yep. Sounds like The Shadows.” She finishes. “Oh like you know anything about The Shadows.” Wally groans and glares at the blonde, who just smirks. “Who ARE you?!” Wally yells obviously irritated, both you and Robin chuckled a little.

“Roquette’s working on a virus to render the Fog inert.” Roy says, ignoring the childish behavior. “But if The Shadows know she can do that...” Robin started quietly, you gasped softly. “They’ll target her.” You whisper in shock. “It’s okay, right now she’s off the grid. I stashed her in a local highschool computer lab.” Roy shrugs, opening his mouth to speak again. “You left her alone?” Green Arrow asks in shock and mild disappointment. ‘Oh great, here we go again.’ You think as you roll you eyes. “She’s safe enough for now.” Roy spits and glares at Oliver. “Then let’s you and I take care of that together.” “You and I? Don’t you want to take your new protogé.” The redhead spits again, earning a groan from you. “Roy, you brought this to the team, we’ll talk care of it okay?” You say softly, putting your hand on his shoulder. “And she is part of the team. I promise nothing bad will happen. Trust me, big bro.” You smile, a child like glint in you e/c eyes. “Fine, Y/n. I trust you.” Roy whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving. “Speedy-” The computer started, “Change that to Red Arrow.” You spoke up before Roy could, you winked at him before he left.

Robin knew it was a platonic gesture, you both looked at each other like siblings, he knew that. He fucking knew but a piece of him was jealous. He didn’t know why, maybe he like you? No, he wouldn’t, doesn’t matter anyways. The team had a mission to do. But god damnit he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wished he could be the one kissing your forehead, holding you, knowing your actual name like Roy did. Damn, being a teenager with feelings fucking SUCKS.

All of a sudden you all were linked up by Miss Martian telepathy. “Everyone online?” Her voice rung inside your head, causing a giggle. “Mhm.” You hummed in your head while you sat on a table between Kid Flash and Robin. “Woah, this is weird.” Artemis said, in her head of course, and you just giggled in response. “I know right? Prepare for a killer headache when Megan cuts it off!” You giggled more as you popped some of Wally’s fruit snacks in your mouth. Then the doctor started complaining. “Lady, I’m not really diggin your attitude right now.” You say while rolling your eyes. “You literally look like some random kid they got from the street!” The doctor replied earning a huff from you as you sat up straight.

“You literally look like some random kid they got from the street.” You said, using your mocking power, you spoke in her exact voice, earning a shocked look from her. “Now shut the fuck up.” You hissed in your normal voice, earning a stern look from Aqualad. “Oh don’t judge my language fish boy.” You grumbled and crossed your arms, looking through a blind. “Do you always act like this when people try to help you?” Wally’s voice rung in your head. “Pot, kettle, you’ve met?” Artemis replied, you snickered slightly. “Great, now I want kettle corn. Thanks Art.” You whined and then ignored them arguing until Robin spoke. “You should give her some more credit. It was /her/ arrow that saved you from Amazo.” Robin said with a smirk, in which you practically swooned. “No, it was Spee-Red Arrow’s arrow, right?” “Not so much.” Robin snickered and you did as well.

“God I love his voice.” You thought and then you realized that everyone was connected, SHIT. Your eyes widened and your face turned red. “I mean haha, I was thinking of something else.” You got up. “I’ll...I’ll go an patrol the halls...hall monitor duties.” You got up. “Oh god oh god. This is so embarrassing.” You though as you messed with your fingerless gloves. “Should we tell her?” Wally’s voice rang in your head, you could feel him smirking. “THEN DON’T LISTEN!” You screamed from the hallway and you could hear his laughs. Everyone basically knew you had a crush on Robin, it was obvious to everyone but him. He felt the same, it was also obvious to everyone but you. This was not the TIME.

You were walking down the hall, until you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, punching the figure and wrapping you legs around the person’s waist as you pinned them down. “Woah woah, stay whelmed, Mockingbird.” You squeezes you legs tighter when you realized it was Robin. “What do you want?” You whisper-shouted. “You seemed to be distraught. You really should get traught.” He gave you a smirk that you always melted over. “Mind not squeezing me to death?” He asked and you flushed as you let him go from you thighs crushing him.

“Your wordplay is so stupid...” You smiled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “So what? You said you love my voice.” Robin teased. “I do.” You sighed and then covered your mouth in shock. “I-I mean...shut up!” Robin bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to head out with Superboy.” He mumbled in which you sighed and grabbed his wrist before he could leave. “Be safe okay?” You whisper softly, getting closer to him. His lips were inches away from your. Robin smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’ll try.” He smiled in which you turned so red you were sure you would’ve been glowing. “It’s Y/n...Y/n L/n.” You spoke up as he started to walk away. “That’s my name.” You mumble. He turned around, wide eyed.

“Y/n L/n eh? That’s a pretty name.” Robin teased before running off.

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friendlyneighborhoodspider-man · 4 years ago

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Broken Promises (pt. 3)

A/N:

If you haven’t already read parts 1 and 2, you can find them below. I definitely reccommend reading them prior to this because this probably won’t make much sense if you don’t.

part 1 part 2

There were a lot of directions this could go. I had a lot of people ask me to write it different ways, but in the end, this is what I felt. I am debating continuing this storyline with drabbles between the reader, Jason, and Roy (and possibly Zatanna or Dick?) Please like, comment, and send me suggestions/asks!

Love, Z

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It wasn’t until a month later that you were able to go back to the apartment to clear out the rest of your things. The affair had completely derailed your life, but it was nothing compared to what Dick was going through. After the word got out to the press about his cheating scandal, his name was pretty much toast. The only person to reach out to you to apologize for the whole mess was Alfred, but you had a feeling that for the most part no one wanted to confront it.

Jason and Roy on either side, you stepped through the threshold, memories sweeping over you like a wave. The living room that the two of you had painted together in fits of giggles and kisses now felt cold. Memories of lazy Sunday mornings spent on the couch eating waffles and watching the news, and long nights spent wrapped in each other and a blanket watching Netflix were tainted by the afterimages still burned in your brain of him and your best friend consecrating the apartment in their own special way.

Zatanna had had the common sense to break things off with Dick after seeing how his good name was being dragged through the mud-- and she hadn’t spoken to you since the night of the Wayne Enterprises Gala. You knew that one day the time would come to hash out all that needed to be said between the two of you, but today wasn’t that day.

Roy flopped on the couch, “Take all the time you need, sweetheart.” He covered his eyes with the hat he had been wearing and wrapped his arms around himself to doze off.

Jason’s hand touched your shoulder and you turned to look at him. “Do you want me to help, or--”

“Stay here.” You said, looking at the bedroom where you knew Dick was waiting. “I have some things I need to say.”

“Whatever you need, I’m here.” You left his side to pick up the boxes you had brought with you and brought them into the bedroom with you.

“Please look at me.” Dick spoke from the edge of the bed. You stared at him.

“What.” You said harshly.

“Can we--” he wiped tears off of his cheeks, his eyes red rimmed from what you were sure were hours of pity party tears-- “can we please, please, just try to talk this out.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s talk.” You turned to the dresser and opened your drawers up. “You fucked my best friend. I asked you if there was anything going on with the two of you. You lied. You promised me that there was nothing and there would be nothing. I gave you four years of my life and you threw it away. I was going to marry you. I was going to have your children. You broke my trust and you broke my heart.” You spat at him as you threw the contents into an open box. Whirling around to face him, you started again. “I never asked you for anything other than your honesty, Dick Grayson. I resigned myself to a life knowing that I would always come second to the mask, a life where I would be nothing other than a choice. But I knew that at least if we were honest with each other, if we could always be each others number one confidant and best friend, we would be unstoppable.”

You paused to wipe the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. “You ended us. This isn’t my fault. If you want someone to blame, someone to question, someone to ask for forgiveness--” you pointed directly at him “--look in the mirror.”

He was staring at you, cheeks red and eyes blazen with something-- anger, disappointment, regret, you couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else you want me to say.” His voice broke, and a part of your resolve broke too. You went and sat on the edge of the bed by him.

“This is where we end.” You said softly. He choked back a sob.

“I-- I know I can’t take it back, and I know you deserve better-- just let me sh-show you--”

“No.” You took his hand from his face and took it in both of yours. “I loved you with everything I had, and you threw it away. A part of me will always love you, but I can’t do this anymore.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I hope you can forgive yourself.”

After grabbing your few items from your nightstand and keepsakes from the safe under the bed, you left the room.

“Y/N,” Dick called out after you. You stopped in the doorway, box on your hip, and thought.

“Y/N?” Jason called from the living room.

And that was your answer.

You went in to find he had collected your items from the rest of the apartment and packed them up for you already. “I didn’t want you to have to-- if there is anything missing I figured I can come back and get it for you, or I can make Dick bring it, but for now--”

“Thank you, Jay.” You whispered, overcome with emotion.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t cry. Shhhh…” He wrapped you in a hug, while Roy slept obliviously on the couch. “It’s okay.”

“I’m not crying because I’m sad, it’s just…” you cried harder into his chest while you tried to breathe “it’s just so much, you know?”

And he did. You had made a life here, prepared for a life here, and with Dick, for the past four years, and now you were leaving it all behind. It was overwhelming, and you needed someone to hold your hand through it all. While for a while you had thought that Zatanna would always be the one to be your rock, you knew now that it was the two men here with you that would always be there to catch you when you fall.

“Y/N, no matter what, you always have me. I promise.”

“Thank you, Jay. For everything.” You said into his chest and he buried his face in your hair. “Can we go?” You said after a moment, and he laughed.

“Yeah, of course.” He shook Roy awake. “Can you help Y/N carry these boxes out to the car? I have something to take care of before we go.”

“Of course.” Roy picked up the heavier of the three and you left one for Jason to take with him. You shot him a questioning look before you shut the door, and he turned to the bedroom and walked in.

“Here to gloat?” Dick glared through bloodshot eyes. “You always wanted her, admit it.”

“I never said I didn’t. But Y/N is not some prize to be won.” Jason leaned against the doorframe. “You threw it all away-- and for what? For a good lay? Jeez, man, I don’t even know that I want to call you a brother anymore. Not after what you did to her.”

“It was a mistake--”

“No, it wasn’t. A mistake is forgetting your keys in your car, or accidentally texting the wrong person. What you did was a conscious decision, one that took effort, and you did it multiple times. Then you tried to throw it all back in her face at the Gala, and for what? To prove a point? Point taken-- she deserves so much more than you and all you will ever be.”

Jason walked up to Dick and pressed a finger into his chest. “And just so we are clear-- if Y/N ends up with me, it’s not because I poached her, or because I took advantage of her. It’s because she knows I’m the better man. It’s because she wants me. She is moving in with Roy and I and we never want to see or hear from you unless it is necessary. Got it?”

“Fine.” Dick stared directly at him. “You win. It’s not like Y/N wants me anyways. I don’t blame her. But if you think for a second she is going to stoop to the likes of a lowlife vigilante like you, you have another thing coming.” He chuckled harshly. “See you, bro. Now leave my place before I make you.”

Jason turned on his heel and picked up the box from the floor in the living room and met you in the car.

“I don’t want to know.” You said from the backseat, head in your hands. “Can we just go home?”

“Of course.” He turned around in his seat and gave your hand a squeeze. “Let’s go home.”

~~~~~

It was Thanksgiving when Jason pulled up to the Wayne Manor on his motorbike, you clinging to him like a spidermonkey. “I still don’t get why we couldn’t just take a car.” You grumbled as you got off, your leather jacket wrapped tightly around you as you looked around the place you had come to call home at one time. Now it seemed dark and cold, and you wondered if it had always been this way or if you had just been blinded by love to the point you didn’t notice before.

“You have to admit, babe,” Jason unclipped your helmet and smoothed down your hair, kissing the top of your head endearingly as he did, “the bike makes everything seem more rock and roll.”

“Got me there,” You joked, and linked your arm with his as you walked up the front steps. Alfred greeted you at the door, and nodded.

“Miss Y/N, Master Jason, right this way.”

“I’ve missed you Al,” You stopped him for a hug, which he of course returned. “We have to sit down and have tea sometime soon.”

“Of course.” He smiled. “We’ve missed you around the Manor...well, at least most of--”

“Y/N.” You heard Dick say before you saw him. It surprised you that you didn’t hurt seeing him as much as you had anticipated-- it was down to a dull ache as opposed to a burning fire. “Fancy seeing you here. I see you’ve shacked up with my brother.”

“Go to hell.” Jason said from behind you protectively.

“After you,” Dick bowed at him condescendingly.

“Both of you, back off.” You shouted. “Seriously. I just want to enjoy one fucking holiday without someone trying to kill someone or having to fight at the dinner table. Or both.” You glared between the two of them. “I’m sure Bruce would appreciate that as well, so if we can all just ignore each other for a few hours it will be fine.”

“Fine.” Dick snapped at you, and disappeared.

“The melodramatics in this family never cease to amaze me.” You sighed sarcastically.

“If you want to go, we can just get takeout and watch a movie at home. I swear. I won’t be upset.” Jason whispered in your ear.

“Let’s give it an hour before we bail.” You whispered back, and laced your fingers through his.

As you walked through the halls of Wayne Manor, you felt nostalgic. “Before we go see everyone, actually--” you stopped, and turned to the staircase-- “I want to go see your room.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because, I just realized that in all the times I’ve been here, I’ve never seen the inside of your room.”

“I literally haven’t been in there in months.” Jason deadpanned.

“Humor me.” You laughed and started.

“Woman, you will be the death of me.” He followed.

“You love me.” You joked.

“Yeah, I do.” He said, and you were hit with the sense that he really meant it. Like truly, deeply, meant it. While it should have felt weird… it didn’t. You began to realize that maybe, just maybe, you and Jason were becoming something real. You used to think that you’d had that with Dick, but it had all been smoke and mirrors. Living with Roy and Jason showed you what things should have been like if he was really your number one-- never on the outside of plans, never keeping secrets, as open as a book could be. And sure, yeah, you were practically attached at the hip with Jason, but that was because you were becoming each others best friends-- right?

If you were just ‘best friends’, then why did his hand fit so perfectly in yours, and his hand set perfectly on the small of your back when you were walking anywhere? Or why did you fit together like a puzzle when you fell asleep on the couch or in his bed together watching a movie?

You shook the thoughts aside and grabbed his hand in yours as you started up the rest of the stairs. Today was not the day to confront those feelings, you decided.

He guided you to his door, right across the hall from Dicks, and pushed it open.

It was cleaner than you expected. You didn’t know why you expected it to look like a tornado had run through it, but it was actually very well kempt. The walls were navy and his bed was grey with white pillows. He had a black desk and black bookshelf with a white chair, and a grey sofa to the side. You walked around and touched everything, picking up the books on his shelf and the picture of the Titans team on his bedside table.

“This is me.” He shrugged, taking a seat on the sofa. “It’s not much-- I don’t stay here super often anymore.”

“It’s a lot different than your room at the apartment.” You joked.

“Yeah, well, living with Roy will do that to you.” He laughed. You went and sat by him, then noticed the picture sitting to the side of the couch on a table.

“Who is this?”

“That’s my mom.” He said, and took the frame from your hands. “I don’t have a lot of pictures of her-- this is one of the only ones, really.” He traced the outline of her face and sighed. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if things had ended up differently. If she was still around.”

“I’m sorry, Jay.” You covered his hand with yours, and he took it, setting the picture down.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He ran his other hand through his hair. “Look-- I know you’ve been through a lot lately, and I know you’re still healing, but I need to know-- is this real?” He looked you in the eyes, and the feeling from earlier returned. “I have never felt like this before. And you have no idea how shitty it makes me feel, knowing that you were just with my brother, and that he hurt you, and that we are friends and I really am not trying to take advantage of you in any way, it’s just--”

“I feel it too.” You placed a hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes, searching for your words there. “I-- I have just been worried that I’m going to mess things up with you. Because I care about you so, so much Jay; not just as a friend, but as a partner, and as something more, and that scares me. I don’t know if I know what love really is anymore, and I just don’t want to screw everything up again.”

“Y/N,” he grabbed your face in both of his hands, and kissed you firmly. It was unexpected, and you opened your eyes before relaxing and closing them, deepening the kiss. Kissing Jason was like something you’d never experienced-- it wasn’t fireworks, but it was like finally feeling whole. He brought a hand around to your lower back and brought you closer to him, pressing your upper halves together. You fit like a puzzle, you and Jay, and you felt a warmth building inside of you right as you realized--

You pulled away abruptly. “I think I’m in love with you.” You told him.

“I know I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He grinned, and pushed a stray piece of hair out of your face. “I’ve been completely whipped ever since you kicked Dick’s ass in training at the Titans tower when you came for a visit.”

“That was, like, three years ago.” You said.

“Yeah, it was.” He laughed.

“Promise me.” You said suddenly.

“What? Anything.” He took your hand and pressed it to his heart. “I’ll give you the world, baby, just tell me what you need.”

“Promise me you won’t break my heart.” You whispered, and it felt stupid once it came out of your mouth and your cheeks went red. “Just-- please”

“I, Jason Todd, do solemnly swear that I will never break your heart, even should my life depend on it.” He said.

“Thank you.” You said, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Lets go eat.” He said and pulled you to stand with him. “I’m starving.”

“How long do you think it will take for your family to notice we are together?”

“I give them until Christmas.” He winked at you as you went down the stairs together.

“The end of dinner.” You argued.

“You’re on.” He grinned and the two of you headed to what you were sure would be the most eventful Thanksgiving yet.

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starkatana · 4 years ago

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#BadassJasonPartyIsOver

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary:You and Jason just start dating and the rest of the family finds out.

Cute/fun/fluffy

Note:

Jason has not died and has not become Red Hood yet in this AU

Selina is your godmother. You are the child of Selina’s childhood friend. There is no family relationship between you and Jason even though you live in Wayne Manor. She calls you KitKat a nickname for your hero name: Black Cat.

Inspired by:

@capricornprince118‘s post

@telling-lies-co‘s post

Cass’s Text Section by @fanfic-suspicious-bluejay post

“So, do we tell your family?” you ask. “They’re a bunch of detectives, they can figure it out themselves. What’s going to change between us anyway?” You shrug, “I don’t know.”

The beginning of your relationship felt like the start of any other day. Nothing changed with how you two interacted with each other. You two still went to school with each other every day, you two didn’t treat each other any differently. The public displays of affection; hand-holding, arms around each other, and others didn’t happen until later.

You, Jason, and Roy still hung out as usual. Jason made a post of you three at the beach. Jason asked a stranger to take the picture. The sun was setting in the background, Jason was between you two, Roy had his arm around Jay with a peace sign at the camera, Jason had his arm around you and Roy with a big stupid grin, and you had both arms around Jason trying not to ruin your waffle cone. The picture was cute. Roy went off to grab some food while you sat on the railing of the pier eating your ice cream as Jason stood next to you making a post with the picture:

“Out with my best friend and girl. She really wanted to go to the boardwalk to see the sunset, I thought she was being cliché, but I can never say no to her.” He typed a heart at the end of the caption. Deleted it. Tried a kissy face. Deleted it. Re-read it again and just posted it as a caption.

“Jason.”

“Yeah?” he puts his phone away in his back pocket. Then placing his hand on your thigh, he looks up at you.

“Thanks for this.”

“No problem.” He gives you a soft smile. You smile in return, getting lost in his blue eyes. There was a new sparkle in his eyes. Looking at him, being with him, it made you happy.

You push your hair out of your eyes and your body leans into Jason’s. He rests his head against the front of your shoulder. You place your hand at the nape of his neck, gently running your fingers through his hair. He turns his head and takes a peek at you. You smile at him and stick your tongue out at him.

He lets out a light chuckle, lifting his head, you place a hand on his cheek and he leans into it, while you lean to the opposite side. Slowly your bodies lean into each other, giving in to your bodies’ the magnetism. Sharing your first kiss. Light and sweet, the first of many, forever.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor:

“GRAYSON!” Damian knocks open Dick’s door.

Dick turns around form his computer, “Damian?”

“Explain the meaning of this!” he holds out his phone on Jason’s post. “Are Y/n and Jason in a relationship?”

“I don’t think so. This seems like a pretty average post for them.”

Damian takes his phone and stares at it intently.

“Why?”

“Y/n can do so much better than Todd! I’m her voice of reason so she remembers.”

Dick laugh and ruffled Damian’s hair.

“I’m sure we’d know if they were dating or not, it can’t be that hard to figure out.”

Meanwhile, Selina saw the post and liked it.

“Bruce.”

“Hm?”

“Looks like our Little Wing and KitKat got together.”

“I thought they were together.”

“They’re official, darling.”

“Weren’t they before?”

“Oh, Bruce.” She chuckled, “you’re so lucky you’re cute.”

He winks at her, “And that’s why you like me.”

In the Batcave:

“Look at this.” Duke brought his phone over to Babs.

“Good they finally got together. About time,” she chuckled, “I had an idea when we went to the drive-in the other day, but I’m glad my suspicions are confirmed.”

“I give it about a week before everyone else figures out.”

“A week? I give it two, they are pros at keeping secrets.”

Duke laughed, “It’s a bet.”

After your first kiss, every action you two shared had so much more purpose and meaning behind it. It turned into Jason putting his arm around your waist. Where people began to give you curious looks. Then you two would hold hands when you walked together or even in each other’s company. That’s when people began to question if you two were official or not. One day, after school, before you left for dance practice he kissed you on the cheek in front of Tim and immediately went to the family group chat.

On your train ride to the studio, your phone was blowing up.

-Text conversation below-

Timbo: EXCUSE ME! CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME IF JASON AND Y/N ARE DATING?! DickeryDock: I thought they were acting closer than usual. Baby: Todd with Y/n?! Timbo: Y/n just left for dance and Jason kissed her cheek! Jaybird: Did you guys just figure it out? CassAFass: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! Baby: This isn’t a joke?! The Best Bro: I had suspicions. Babs and I had a bet going on. Baby: HOW LONG?! WE’RE A FAMILY OF DETECTIVES AND IT TOOK US HOW LONG? Stephie: Wait, they weren’t dating this entire time? You: I’m proud of all of you. JayBird: 2-3 weeks? You guys suck.

It was hard to stifle your laughter on the train from the exchange in the family chat. Then you got a tag on Instagram from Tim. It was a blurry picture of what you think is Jason getting tackled by Damian with the caption: “EXCUSE ME! @notjtodd and @yourusername HAVE BEEN DATING FOR WEEKS AND HAVEN’T TOLD ANYONE! Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE YOU BEING FORCED TO DATE HIM?”

You almost miss your stop from how entranced you are with your phone. You like Tim’s post when you are tagged in another post by Babs. Where you and Jason are asleep together in the backseat of the car. It was from when you, Jason, Babs, and Dick were coming back from the drive-in movie together. Your head was on Jason’s shoulder and you two were holding hands. With the caption: “Went on a double date and never even realized they had made their relationship official. We all knew it was going to happen. #BadassJasonPartyIsOver”

Bab’s hashtag sent the Batfam into a flurry of posts.

Roy was first where it was just multiple pictures of you and Jason snuggling in different areas, the couch in the theatre in Wayne Manor, the back of the jeep when up at lookout point, the floor at a dance competition, and another in the hotel they just went on. Not only did all of the pictures feature you two snuggling but Roy was at the forefront of the picture holding up a peace sign with an exasperated look, your third wheel forever. His caption: “Hello, my name is Jason ‘I don’t cuddle’ and ‘We’re just friends’ Todd, I’d like to call bullshit. #BadassJasonPartyIsOver”

Dick’s picture was of you and Jason hugging at your first dance competition in Gotham. “Let’s never forget the time Jason made me turn the car around in the middle of a busy intersection, made me speed across town, and drive to a flower shop so he could buy @yourusername a bouquet of her favorite flowers so he can give them to her after her dance competition. #BadassJasonPartyIsOver”

Damian’s picture was of you “lecturing” Jason in the Wayne dance studio while practicing your dance routine together. “We all knew they were going to get together when Jason learned that dance routine just to impress @yourusername #BadassJasonPartyIsOver (I still think Y/n can do better. You better not fuck this up, Todd.)”

Cass had a slide show for her post. The pictures were of the family’s most recent winter vacation to Bora Bora. The first picture was of Jason sitting across the table from you assume Cass (who took the picture) with his face turned away. The second picture was you walking away with Babs and you were flipping off the camera with a smile. While the last picture was the chicken SpongeBob meme: “Jason: I just like her so much you know. Me – politely listening because I have heard this 100+ times-: I know just tell her that! @yourusername walks up, “Hey, guys.” Jason: “What the hell are you doing here, leave us alone!” Me: *smacks palm against forehead and immediately whips out my phone to take these pictures* Y/n: flips Jason off and with a smirk and walks off. Jason smirks back and waves her off. Me: “What the fuck was that?” Jason: “What? That’s how we show affection.” I had a red mark on my forehead for hours! #BadassJasonPartyIsOver”

The last post you saw was Jason’s. It was just a picture of you smiling at the camera with a hand outstretched towards Jason behind the camera. The caption was: “Shut up and let me be cute with my girlfriend.”

The post was small but it was enough. Now your family and everyone in Gotham knew, you and Jason are together.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x oc #dc jason todd x reader #bat brothers #batfam #batfamily imagine #dc jason todd #dc jason todd imagine #dc jason todd x y/n #dc jason todd x you #dc jason todd x oc #dc batfam #dc batman

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 16-20

well we're back after a short break from last episode's explosive discoveries

episode 16: that which is lost

lust plz fuery has never spoken to a hottie before

you know what i need an alcohol

pause

ok im back

roy r u a masochist

bradley youre lying about marcoh

wait...why does bradley think the philosophers stone doesnt exist?? um

omg why is team mustang running their mouths rn

edward that was SNAPPPPPPPPPPYY

mustang please shut up

armstrong is top tier

always has been

alphonse is as precious as ever i see

yes tell him edward cause 2003 roy mustang cut off my big toe

nina flashbacks ope

scar be holding kids hostage now? aight....

damn marcoh whad did u do!!!!!! homie stabbed lust

it wont work but im proud of the effort!!!

alphonse is lost???? not my son!!!!

a farm boy hello farm boy

drawing passed down the armstrong line for generations

oooooh ed droppin the ishval bomb

GIRLY JUST STOLE HIS LEG???? MAAm

how did he not feel the nerves coming apart from his body

also girl that wont work for your dad hes probably 85 times taller than ed

al getting deep with farm boy

ALPHONSE

ED HOW DID YOU REATTACH THAT LEG YOURSELF

whats going on here anyway

just to talk about ptsd and stuff ig??

why does ed just tell anyone now that al lost his body sir keep it to yourself

HAHAHAHA "YES????"

i love them

episode 17: house of the waiting family

"no family waiting" edward...pinako and winry are rolling over in their graves

awww light purple worksuit love the look win!!!

proud of u for growing ed

ed your heart eyes are showing

this episode is so far like the same as fmab 6 so i feel like theres not much to say

oh a weird cow and a girl

nelly or whoever has a big ASS FOREHEAD

oh the beginnings of al's identity crisis i see

hahaha armstrong

AL OF COURSE YOU HAD FRIENDS BABYDOLL

where did armstrong come from

sry i stopped paying attention for a sec

SEE THIS IS WHY I WAS LIKE HOW TF DID ED CONNECT HIS LEG HIMSELF LAST EP

ed and winry are god tier ship no matter the medium

major spaz

oh winry is gonna open that watch

i guess they dont need to go to freaking rush valley and have paninya steal it if they already did the birth arc with gracia instead ugh

ed were you showering in your boxers

my son is so stupid

GO OOOOOOFFFFFFFF WINRY ROCKBELL!!!!!!!!

awwww theyre at the house

omg winry's got the light they were talking about

she loves them so much

dont forget 3 oct 10?????? nah 11 homie

anywayyyyy

episode 18: marcoh's notes

before we start ROSS AND BROSH MAYBE PLEASE???? wouldnt put it past them to take them out

huh???? lust looks like who now

side note my sister, who is watching brotherhood for the first time, had the idea to make gluttony shaped stress balls like HOW CUTE????

anyways

edward is an absolute nerd

"not as if the library is going anywhere" sure sure dont jinx it armstrong

OMG ROSS AND BROSHHHHHHH

HEART EYES

hahahaha edward on the floor

"I THOUGHT YOU'D BE FULLER AND MORE METAL" BROSH PLEASE!!!!!!

oops bye bye library

guess we're off to see sheska again

sheska is definitely a lesbian

i mean shes like amestrian velma dinkley

sir r u really gonna transmute the ashes

i-jesus

i mean i think of this everytime i see sheska i think about how crazy having a photographic memory would be but how crazy would having a photographic memory be

s2g hughes' eyes are literally like highlighter green

why is alphonse such an angel!!!!!!!

whenever hughes goes off by himself i get nervous because 03 can do anything...like expect the unexpected when it comes to 03 honestly

so um is lust....scar's brother's gf or something?

oh i forgot i was reacting and now the episode is over hahaha okay

episode 19: the truth behind truths

the kids have it ROUGH

maria ross mom friend vibes rn

oh my god edward

the tea cup...al's face...my kids

03 ed is so depressed my god

both ed and al need a hug

ooooofffff 5th lab

i guess we're gonna see barry again since they decided to introduce alive human barry for shits and giggles

the boys are gonna SHIT. THEIR. PANTS. when homie shows up

hold on

aRE THEY SAYING BLOCK???

yEAH

I googled it and Brosh is also pronounced as "Bloch" which i guess makes sense

so thrown off but im dumb as heell so

hahahaha with the barbed wire

hi scar ya too late pal

kinda vibin with these background tunes

spoopy

ummm scar what r u DOIN

what the f alchemy is that

oh great scar is going to the 5th ig

envy i missed u!!!

oh imitating my son? rude

“the guards are idiots” well here we go slicer bros and barry

to be honest if i ran into a booby trap smorgasbord in real life i would Die

there they are the armored palz

THE BOULDER AND HE’s SMALL

HAHAHAHA

um was that

greed? lying down in a purplish aura thingy?

um sir?

*rewinds 10 seconds to check*

yeah

number 48 is kinda snatched though???

gasp! a blood seal!! what who knew!!

episode 20: soul of the guardian

im just impatiently waiting for the barry reveal at this point

but ed and 48 are just doing their thing ya know

for an episode with two fights, they sure do a looooottttt of talking

yessssss here we go barry the chopper

ok i do prefer this in manga/fmab canon though

cause its so funny when barry is offended that al had never heard of him and he thinks he this prolific serial killer and al is like

well um im from the country sooo

but anyways yeah i totally forgot he kidnapped winry in this what an odd choice fr

AL’S FACE HHAHAHA

“no im not a crook” of course not alphonse

tbt to my first time watching fmab and being like “...kyo????” as soon as barry started talking

here comes lil slicer

there he is!!! bros just being bros

i TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT SCAR JESUS CHRIST

um where’d he go he was just here

seriously where tf did he go

gonna have to rewind in a second but maybe im just stupid

actually i am stupid thats a well established point

oh here we go al’s full fledged identity crisis subplot

oh baby

ok now that ive got to the end lemme rewind and see if i actually saw scar or if i blacked out for a hot sec

OHHHHHHH HE WAS PICTURING SCAR’S DESTRUCTION STRATEGY it was a lil baby flashback

yeah i truly am dumb

we’ve known for awhile now

#carol watches fma03 #carol's remaining brain cells #fma 03 #fullmetal alchemist #ive been watching like 1 a day not that anyone cares #THUMBS UP EMOJI

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royed otp question thing

oops i’m in a royed mood

***also disclaimer all of my royed headcanons/ship things are post-canon by at least a few years and ed’s at least in his 20s thank u gbye

Who is the most affectionate?

ROY 100%, ed secretly loves it, also he’s super clingy, but roy is more likely to initiate anything sappy or cute that isn’t just like, “UGH -flops on lap after long day at work-“ or something, ed does grabby hands for hugs but only when he’s sulking, says “APPRECIATE ME” after he’s finished a chore. at random roy will just kiss ed’s forehead or the top of his head, or say something really sweet that makes ed blush and swear and “you are so embarrassing al is right there wtfff” but al thinks it’s sweet and rolls his eyes bc “you’re such a hypocrite, brother” bc ed doesn’t hide his clinginess around close friends/family (oops i added al but LISTEN)

Big spoon/little spoon?

NO SPOONS bc if u call ed little he will ATTACK, plus roy likes to do the holding so they compromise and ed lays on top of roy or half on him, puts his face all in roy’s neck, OR when roy needs to be comforted it’s the opposite but his head under eds chin and ed rubs his back 😔👌

Most common argument?

oh god where do i START, so much petty arguing over little things but nothing that actually hurts the other? bro i cant even give specifics you know they argue about fuckin what to have for dinner and shit

Favorite non-sexual activity?

ed LOVES a good rant about work/alchemy, roy loves to listen bc he loves when ed is passionate. roy likes going to the theatre/dinner in fancy places and ed indulges him bc “hey free food /i will never admit i like this too/“, ed, is a cuddle adDICT, so is roy

Who is most likely to carry the other?

ed would do it out of SPITE, cut to roy just hanging over his shoulder in defeat, the team is laughing, al is shaking his head, also roy just likes to hold ed whenever he can and sometimes even lets him fall asleep on the couch so he can carry him upstairs even if he grumbles about it whilst half asleep

What is their favorite feature of their partner's?

roy loves eds hair, eyes, and scars, ed thinks their matching scars are cool as shit “how badass is THAT” + never hesitates to tell roy he has a great ass, smacks it sometimes when he walks by, accidentally does it in the office out of habit, roy finds it hilarious but ed won’t stop blushing

What's the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

FIRST NAMESSSSSS, ed goes from mustang to roy, roy goes from fullmetal/edward to just ed, also (lemme add my boy back in here for a sec) he finally fINALLY starts calling al by just al, instead of alphonse after ed n al both encourage him. al says “you’re basically like my brother-in-law now” ed gets VERY embarrassed. and as a compromise al stops calling roy “the general”

Nicknames?

roy for ed: darling, love, ed, fullmetal,

ed for roy: bastard, jackass, asshole, (but nice tho)

OK IM DONE

rb and add urs if you want 🤔

#royed #safe royed #fmab #fma #roy mustang #edward elric #my post #fma:b

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staytiny-angel · 5 years ago

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War of Hearts

Chapter One

Rating: Mature

Main Pairing: Seth Rollins/Becky Lynch

Co-written with @riottbliss

Summary: Seth Rollins was once known as the Bad Boy Prince of MMA, now years after a career ending knee injury he's stepping into.the Octagon again not as a competitor but as his little sister's coach. Unfortunately for him the redhead across the cage from he and Paige is not only woman he'd just had a one night stand with but the younger sister and protege of the Finn Balor...the man that ended Seth's career.

Warnings: MMA style violence, Alcoholism, Implied Self-Harm (DM for details), Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending

Hunter Hearst Helmsley, or professionally known by Triple-H sighed with embarrassment, reading tweet after tweet from his youngest son Seth Rollins.

"What happened to him?" His best friend and practically brother Shawn Michaels asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Cody took him out of the press conference, Seth's hungover, blaming everyone but himself"

Shawn shook his head, "Kid is letting the hype go to his brain. He's all over TMZ, The Bad Boy Prince of MMA is what they call him"

"Seth is the best fighter in the world in his division. He's earned the cockiness but his lifestyle…." Hunter shook his head

Shawn made a disgusted sound. "Kid reminds me of me before I got my act together"

"Fatherhood is what made you get your act together. That won't work for Seth" Hunter clicked on a video of his drunken son yelling into a camera about Finn Balor that had gone viral last week.

"He talks so much shit about Balor being a low rent MacGregor, hell Seth acts more like Conor then Finn does."

Hunter sighed "He's turned this into a complete mess, I wouldn't be surprised if his team drops him."

"Hey, Dusty loved that kid, Dustin and Cody wouldn't release him until he stopped making them money"

Hunter nodded but looked nonetheless unthrilled.

"He keeps making excuses about everything. I'm this close to calling Steph"

Shawn nodded with agreement as the two entered Seth's penthouse, greeting a tired looking Cody Rhodes. "I can't do this anymore Hunter" he said in place of a normal greeting.

"You are not dropping him" Hunter said matter of factly.

"AEF is supposed to be for fighters that respect the sport, he fucks around and doesn't even show up to the gym" Cody said.

Hunter ignored him and went upstairs to where he could hear his youngest groaning in misery.

Hunter sighed as Seth looked up from the toilet he was practically hugging. "I'm twenty five, perfectly legal" he muttered, Hunter's gaze looking at the black and gold championship that laid discarded.

"While ago you would have treated that with respect" He said, Seth rolling his eyes. "Would you rather me puke on it? It's just a fucking belt' "

"Don't let anyone hear you say that" Hunter said lowly. "You're going to the weigh in today even if I have to drag you by your hair there myself"

"No the fuck I'm not, don't you see me dyin' here?" Seth whined "I'm going to fucking sleep"

"What the fuck happened to you?!" Hunter yells "Every since your Uncle Shane became your manager this is what you've turned into."

Seth looked unfazed. "Don't get angry because I'm better than you ever were" and shoved his father out of his way, flipping off Cody, and ignoring Shawn.

"What am I going to do with him?" Hunter sighed, exhausted.

"Knock his ass out?" Shawn suggested. "I'll take care of him" Cody rolled his eyes. "Britt and I will make sure he gets to the weigh in. I just need painkillers and food"

"I'm gonna go talk to Shane, I want to know what kind of garbage he's been filling my kid's head with" Hunter mutters

"I told you listening to Vince was a mistake." Shawn replies shaking his head "All of you let Vince snow you into thinking it was embarrassing that his mother managed him"

Hunter sighed. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to drag Steph back, Shane has a tight grip on him"

"Worry about that fuckface later" Shawn said. "Seth needs you, not him" Hunter nodded firmly, making his way downstairs to see Seth passed out on his couch, his dog Kevin and cat Daryl laying on him.

"This was our compromise" Cody explained. "I let him take a nap, he goes to the weigh in later"

"He isn't going to beat Balor in this condition. He doesn't spar anymore and his knee has been inflamed for weeks" Britt says quietly

"He shouldn't even be fighting. We told Shane but he says there's too much money at stake for Seth to pull out"

"Money money money"' Shawn mocked. "All he cares about is fucking printed paper"

Hunter ignored them and instead chose to brush back some of Seth's hair, his son unconsiously responding to it. "What did I do wrong raising him?" he asked. Hunter rolls his eyes at the look his older brother gave him "The truth" he says quietly

"No offense bro, but this family is a whole fucking lot to live up to and you weren't exactly shy about your expectations once Seth showed an aptitude for the sport. None of us were. I have to even ask myself, when was the last time any of us actually had a conversation with the kid that wasn't about fighting?"

"He's cracking underneath the pressure" Cody chimes in

"Yeah, he is and now Shane is filling his head with all these ideas about the image he should project" Shawn continues "Quiet guys who, play with their dogs and write poetry when their not in the Octagon don't sell tickets, but Bad Boys sure the fuck do."

*Later*

Seth scowled at his phone as Britt ushered him into the arena the weigh was taking place in. "I'm assuming you told the press he was gonna bail?" Cody growled at Shane who held his hands up. "They were gonna find out sooner or later" "Yeah yeah, no press is bad press" Seth said.

"Except the press says you're an asshole" Cody deadpanned. "Don't do anything stupid up there, or Mark is going to have a stroke" Seth didn't respond, instead heading up the stairs to the stage, where Balor had clearly made weight, despite being skinny. Seth took off his shirt per usual, standing on the scale.

"197 pounds" The announcer said, Seth smirking at Balor. The Irish man looked unfazed and rolled his eyes. Seth, in a act of annoyance, promptly flipped him off, hearing everyone in the crowd either laugh or groan

-Backstage -

"Gonna be fun beating your ass Balor, I promise not to hurt you too badly," Seth says cockily, slouching in a chair and putting his sunglasses back on.

"Oh, Rolly its almost time to give up your precious" Finn responds, "Clock is ticking boyo and your time is almost up"

"Mon roi, nous devons-oh shit" a pake woman walked up, speaking rapid French and stopping in her place when she saw Seth.

"Hey Seth" she said coldly.

"Vi" Seth responded, his attitude gone.

"He your king now?" "Surprised you even remember any French, from what I read, you've drank yourself through everything"

"It's what happens when you give your heart to someone and get it ripped in half, I wasn't enough for you, that's what you said right? I wasn't straight enough for you?! So you threw my ring in my face and left" Seth yelled "Cause Bisexual people, we're all cheaters didn't you know?"

At least according to Violet Gillath, wait I'm sorry Violet Balor now isn't it?."

"Stop it" Finn growled. "Before I knock your ass out now"

"Try it bitch" Seth snarled back.

Violet got between them and shoved Seth back. "Chaton, stop" she hissed.

Seth stumbled upon hearing his old nickname. "Why?" he choked out. "What did I do?"

Seth shook his head as if to shake his thoughts into place "Why Violet? Why did you leave me? You...you fucking broke me" he said in a small voice "I have the right to know why, just tell me. Why would you do that after everything. I was going to quit fighting for you because you didn't like seeing what it was turning me into. You get up on stage and you still sing my songs, but you said you hated me. I just wanna know."

Violet crossed her arms and closed her eyes. "I didn't want to be with you. You never signed anything so legally those songs are mine. I said what I meant, you weren't enough"

Seth looked like she had rebroken his heart.

Thankfully Britt walked in. "Hey, we gotta go"

Seth grabbed his title and held it to Finn. "This is mine. You can keep that bitch but you will never get this"

-Backstage-

"I've never known you to be biphobic, wanna explain to me why Rollins is convinced you are?" Finn said sitting down in his locker room with his wife a few minutes later.

"His uncle...manager, that bastard Shane got me my record deal in exchange for breaking Seth's heart" Violet told her husband "Seth hates fighting, he was going to quit and go on the road with me. He can't sing a note but he writes and plays guitar. We were going to be a duo. Shane was watching his cash cow walk out the door. So he threatened me and made an offer. Seth was the sweetest thing and he loved me and I broke his heart and let Shane turn him into that"

"If I could go back in time and slap him across the face I would but I can't" Violet said brokenly. "Shane has made it perfectly clear that if I ever tell him that he would ruin both our careers"

Finn hugged her to him. "I'm still gonna kick his ass" Violet slapped his arm. "Please try not to" Finn shrugged. "I'm undefeated"

"You know Seth is too. And the thing with being undefeated is that there's only one way down, being kicked off the mountain"

-Next Day-

Seth was throwing up again having had drank himself to sleep following his encounter with his ex.

Cody looked extremely tired and Britt concerned. "You have to fight in an hour!" Cody yelled out

"I don't fucking care." Seth yelled back "I don't even want to fucking fight." He muttered to himself, as he rubbed at his knee. "Come on fucking give already." He whispered to the inflamed appendage.

He knew what he was doing was dangerous but it was his only way out. If his knee would just give up the fucking ghost, he could quit this bullshit once and for all.

"Your sisters are out there tonight" Britt said, walking in, holding a brace.

"I really don't care" Seth growled, letting Britt put his knee in it.

"And your mom' Britt added. Seth took a breath when Britt touched his knee.

"Holy shit, it feels like its burning"

We're letting you go after tonight" Cody said angrily. "I don't care if you win or not, you've ruined All Elite Fighting's reputation"

"I don't care, I never wanted to be in your shitty gym anyway" Seth shrugged. "I'm going to get changed"

#shai writes #Shai Writes With Hela #Rollynch #Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins #seth rollins edit #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins smut #seth rollins #becky lynch #Finn Balor #finn balor imagine

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The Outlaws x Reader x Deadpool - “Team Red” [Part 13]

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, and this is the second to last partt omggg T-T

Warning: language, gore/violence.

“EVERYONE WAKE UP WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!” The voice roared as the obnoxious sound of footsteps echoed in the apartment.

“Are you trying to wake up the whole block or just our building,” Jason grumbled as he walked out of his room with an extremely pissed off face.

“What was so important that you had to wake all of us up huh?” The girl snapped, grimacing deeply.

“It’s Francis!!” Wade waved his arms widely, “he sent me a text!” he placed his phone on the counter.

“So?” Roy grunted, eyes nearly shut.

“So, we need to act quick!”

“It’s a message, who cares, is it on read?” Jason muttered with a stoic, unimpressed look.

“Y-yeah, yes it is,” Wade sulked.

“WADE!” The girl scolded, slapping the back of his head, “I don’t care what happens from now on, but I am exhausted and I need my beauty sleep, so toddlo motherfuckers!” She waved, entering her room and closing the door.

“Roy, you can go back to bed if you want, I’ll come up with a plan with Wade and we’ll fill you in when you wake up, we won’t do anything today,” Jason explained.

“Thanks bro,” Roy patted his best friend’s shoulder, “by the way,” stopping in his tracks, he turned back to him, “you and (Y/N), I approve man, like, I know she could have fallen for any one of us and such,”

Jason raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him, smirking at how he simply had to deny that fact that it would deeply wound his ego.

“Well you know-” The Wayne started.

“Aaaanyway,” Roy interjected, knowing fulling well what he was about to say, “good night big guy,” was the last thing he said before meandering to his room.

****

“Wake up princess,” the hand softly clasped on her shoulder and shook her gently.

“Mmh,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“Come on, we’re going to see Francis,” Jason caressed her cheek. Her eyes slowly opened and locked with his beautiful blue ones.

“See or kill?” she chuckled softly, hugging her pillow, shy under his piercing gaze.

“Kill,” He smirked.

“Do I have to go?” She pouted. He bit his lip in amusement, moving a wild strand of hair out of her face.

“I’ll let you stay if you want -- but I’m sure you felt more relieved if you saw that asshole dead you know? Plus you’d be leaving me with those two idiots to babysit,” he snorted.

“But you love your babies don’t you?” the girl smiled sleepily, “Did Wade take the chemical? I completely forgot to ask.”

“Yeah, he did, I suggested he took it as soon as possible so he could get his better looks back.” The man mocked as she giggled.

“How are you feeling?” It was her turn to extend a warm hand and

****

“So we’re just going to sit here?” Roy grumbled.

“Fuck, (Y/N) is gorgeous,” Jason cursed under his breath as he stared from the rooftop. Arsenal glanced at his best friend, chuckling.

“You’re so in looooooove with her,”

“SHUT UP!” He slapped the back of his head.

“Aaah, so mean!” He whined, pulling him down and bitch slapping him as well.

From the parking lot below, there stood the bald asshole, was standing with two of his men and a silver briefcase. Opposite them was (Y/N) in another one of her suits design that revealed more skin and that look more like a badass outfit than a vigilante one. By her side at one or two meters in his Deadpool suit, if it was up to any of his teammates, they would not hold back on speaking their mind about how much of an idiot he looked in it, in the middle of a parking lot… with katanas.

“Nice to see you again sweetheart,” Francis smirked.

“Get your ankles broke” she snapped, “what the hell do you want?” the girl played dumb as she was told to.

“Oh, yes,” he nodded, licking his lips, “I came because I want you off my case, I never want to see your face again -- although, I wouldn’t mind to see your face once more (Y/N),”

“Keep talking before I snap my fingers and break your neck,” (Y/N) threatened.

“I have a little something for you,” The mutant turned back to Deadpool, who raised an eyebrow behind his mask. The two men in tuxedos opened the briefcase and let their leader take whatever was inside.

“If I give you this, you piss off, forever -- because clearly I can’t kill you, as many times as I’ve dreamed for that to happen.” The bald man was very aggravated.

“It’s the modified formula,” Arsenal confirmed through their earpieces.

“Just as anticipated,” Red Hood purred. The girl tilted her head to the side. She picked up two nearly silent gunshots that tore through the two guard’s necks. They collapsed to the floor.

“What the fuck,” Francis cursed, glancing at his dead men. Red Hood and Arsenal jumped down the rooftop, thumping up beside their teammates.

“Aw, you brought your boy toys?” He teased.

“Not really no, we brought the rest of our team,” the girl ignored him, sliding her arm around Red Hood’s waist and grinning at him.

“I take it you won’t agree to the deal,” The asshole sneered, “what a disappointment you are,”

“Actually,” Wade shook his head, “I don’t need it”

“What?” Francis roared. Deadpool peeled his mask off, making the enemy's eyes widen. His skin was immaculate, it was as if he was never experimented on, like when he first started off.

“How did you-”

“Long story big guy,” Roy shook his head.

“Bye bye,” Wade pulled his gun out of his holster and shot him in the forehead without batting an eye.

“Woohoo, we’re done!” The girl cheered.

“Let’s go celebrate,” Jason smirked under his mask, “good job guys, we finally settled it,”

“Thanks for helping!” (Y/N) grinned.

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lillaxtrigger · 5 years ago

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Young Hope: Chapter 23(Pt1)

Shining out from the horizon of a calm suburban neighborhood, the twilight sun casts through the cracks of a set of semi closed curtains; the light shining upon the purple haired teenage boys face. Awakening from his slumber, Roy rises out from the comfort of his bed and stretches his arm; loud yawn escaping from the depths of his lungs. Swiping his phone off the top of his night stand, he looks at the lock screen; the time showing to be along 6:24. “Ohh...Gotta get shit ready. Almost time for me to be on the clock.” “Aw, already?” Rising out from the sheets next to him, a teenage boy hugs the purple mercs arm; rubbing his face against Roy’s as he softly pleads if: “Can’t we stay just a bit longer and cuddle?...” “No can do, twix dick.” Leaping out from the comforting memory foam of his mattress, the purple haired angel lands in front of his bed; finishing claiming that: “I got me a big night ahead. Going out on an important assignment tonight. Gotta get ready to head out ASAP.” “Really?” another voice wonders. Rising out from the other side of his bed, a teenager with a much more toned body stands out from the sheets; asking the merc: “What so important that’s got ya up and ready?” “That, my big sexy plowing machine is private info. Nothing personal, just business.”

Nabbing a pair of purple briefs off his carpeted floor, Roy starts sliding them along his legs as he reminds his two love bugs that: “Speaking of business, think you two should get going before the sun sets.” Prying a pair of black pants off the end of the bed, the purple merc continues by warning them that: “Imagine that your parents would flip the fuck out to the Bahamas and back if they figure out you’ve been slipping dick with the purple angel, would we?” The bulk teen lets out a small growl as he rises from the bed; the twink leaping out towards Roy and locking lips with him. “Hope to see ya soon, baby cakes.” the teen wishes before departing. Lightly dressing themselves, both of the teenagers climb out of the purple boys window; streaking through his backyard and leaping over the fence. Gazing away from the retreating duo, Roy looks to his signature purple hoodie hanging upon his closets door knob; a determined smile stretching between his cheeks.

The door to the darkened room opens; the light from the hall revealing the fully dressed purple merc. Strolling out from the hall, Roy soon comes to the kitchen; a paper bag with his name awaiting on the counter. Through the kitchen, he passes by a blue haired woman washing the dishes; claiming that: “I’m heading out, Mauricia.” “Best of luck, Roy. Be careful out there.” “Thanks, I will.” he assures as he departs, grabbing the bag on his way out.

Coming before the front door, the purple merc came face to face with an orange haired girl standing in the doorway; a wide smile planted on her face. “Alright...What’dya want this time?” “Since I know ya got stuff to do and little time to waste, I’m just gonna cut to the chase here.” To Mally’s declaration, the merc can’t help but pinch the top of his nose; an exhausted sigh passing between his lips. “Tore and I couldn’t help but find out that you got yourself one hell of a job tonight and thinking that maybe ya might need a couple of partners by your side, huh?” Roy jumps back upon hearing the girls request, waving his hand in front of her and exclaiming: “Oh hell no! Ain’t no way in the hellish dunescapes of Libya, Africa are either of you are coming with.” “Aw come on Roy!” their blue brother shouts. From the couch behind them, Tore leaps off and approaches the two; further questioning his purple brother with: “You get to go on cool ass adventures to countless countries all the time. Why can’t we come along and kick some scrotum beside you.” “Because I take my profession very seriously, and I don’t want to babysit the two of you while tryin to earn by pay.” Roy enforces.

“You’ve been doing freelance work for about 4 years now, and all we seen you do is just fly out the door; you don’t even tell us what you did after you get back home.” the blue boy explains. “I doubt he does anything worth braggin about. Probably just some boring shit like delivering packages or escorting people.” Mally denies. Roy turns back towards his doubting sister, going on to rant with: “You fuckin serious bitch? I’ve pulled off some of the most dangerous assignment neither of you’re sugar high brains can even hope to imagine. We talkin about crazy shit like stopping whole high class organizations single handedly, delivering insanely destructive weapon payloads, assassinating heavily guarded politicians, even rivaling against equally deadly mercenaries like myself. All of which risking life and limb for the most highest profit imagina-” Roy puts the hard breaks his angry babbling for moment, soon returning to reality with: “Hey! Hold the fuckin phone.” He glares at Mally straight in the eye and points out: “You ain’t gonna play that reverse psychology bullshit on me, especially since I told you how to play it in the first place.”

“Maybe not, but I know what might. Holding an incriminating blunder over your head.” the girl declares. To his sisters vague threat, the merc can’t help but let loose a loud snicker before mocking: “Like you have any shit you can use on me that everyone doesn’t already know. I’m like an open book baby.” “You seemed pretty open about taking Renee back to her abusive dad.” Tore counters with. Saying this makes the purple merc jump up; his back completely straight as he turns his head towards the blue boy. “How….How the hell did you two find out about that?” he quietly question. The obvious answer then hits him softly cursing with: “Cayenne...That spicy loudmouth cunt.”

“What’s the matter with you, Roy!? Tryin to screw up our plan to rescue Kingsley’s girlfriend from her batshit cray cay papa! And after all the trouble I went through to fish you outta your depression. Pretty ungrateful if ya ask me.” Mally berates. “Look, it was the only thing I could think of to stop the riots in their tracks. If he got his daughter back, he call of the hunt. A hunt that Tore inadvertently caused.” Roy points out, his hand trailing to the blue boy himself. “Roy, if you wanted that, why didn’t you just join us for the gala that night instead of jumping in right at the end.” Tore questions. “Because I was trying to get use fighting with my newfound disability. And by the time I did get back, shit had already hit the fan.”

“The point we’re trying to make is that you owe us for your questionably moral backstabbing stunt and we plan to take full advantage of it.” the orange haired girl states. “Yeah, either you bring us along on this job or we’ll hold that over yer head until the sun violently explodes and burns us all to a deliciously crispy space treats.” his blue brother threatens. After a slew of frustrated noises come out of his mouth, the duo’s purple brother lets loose a defeated sigh and admits: “Fine...You two can come with.” Both of his siblings cheer on his submission, their yelping echoing through out the house.

Roy soon shuts their celebration with a sharp: “But!” From Roy’s sharp interruption, Tore and Mally listen as Roy warns them that: “The job that I’m on tonight has a massive reward on the line, and I can’t have either of you pissing around and fuck the whole thing over in every single orifice. You two are gonna do what I say, when I say it. No if’s, and’s, or but’s. Am I clear?” Such strict rules make his blue brother blow out raspberries, wondering: “Pfft. Come on, Roy. Quit being so paranoid. Since when have I ever screwed thing over things over for everyone.” To that question, Tore is met with the scornful glares of both his siblings; the blue boy letting out a nervous laughter and admitting: “Right, um….I’ll-I’ll behave myself...He he...heeuh...”

Under the pitch black air lay a vast city, littered with classically structured buildings; very few of them reaching out towards the sky. Breaking up this trend be the occasional castle or palace; their sharp tipped tops pointing out towards the night sky. Gliding through this very sky be the angelic trio, Tore and Roy flying across the city skyline with Mally riding atop her blue brothers back. “So...mind telling me what ya gotta do out this far in Austria.” she questions. “Guess now’s a good time as any to tell ya two. See, there’s been a growing domestic terrorist group out here in the middle of Vienna just going around wreckin shit, taking names and blowing up buildings like some shitty 3rd graders throwing tantrums just to try and get attention. We’ll they got it alright, but not the kind they’d be hoping for.” “What’s got these guys so mad off anyway?” Tore wonders. “Can’t say for sure. Something about their economy being screwed over but the report didn’t say. Come to think it, the report didn’t say much of anything. Just about the terrorists and to meet some asshole on the edge of town.” “Man, I can’t wait to glide across the flooded streets, waving hello to passing people in canals. Wonder if they’ll be a motorboat just speeding by.” the blue boy hopes. “Tore...that’s Venice Italy.” Mally corrects. “Yeah, sorry bro. We ain’t going swimmin tonight.” Roy adds. “Aw dammit.”

The trios flight soon comes to a soft descent, the pair of angels landing upon the roof of an abandoned building; broken and beaten into beyond any hope of repair. “So why out of anywhere else is this gorgeous city are we meeting this somebody out in a wreck like this.” the blue boy asks. “Don’t know. Me thinks that an Austrian official wouldn’t want people to find out that they’re dealin with a less than morally encompassing mercenary.” The purple merc answers. “Hang on. You’re taking this job from somebody in the government.” Mally questions, leaping off of her blue brothers back. “Yep, taking an order from the very top. Every hardcore merc’s dream. Just doing one job for those political swine holes can land ya hearty trillions in reward money, stuff that can set you and dozens other for life. I’ve reached the top motherfuckers!”

“It seems like we’re a far ways out. You know when this informant of yours is supposed to get here?” the blue angel wonders. “Should be coming around here soon. Guess we’ll know who they be when they show up.” the merc mentions. “So you don’t even know what this asshole’s supposed to look like? Why would even go along with something this ludicrously shady?” Mally disputes. “Welcome to the vast underbelly of the mercenary world, sis. A dangerous field of work filled to the brim with limitless shady dealings and boundless distrusting anonymity. Ain’t no pretty line of labor, but it’s one I excel at.” “I’m not to sure about this, Roy.” Tore worries. “Will you two cool it. I’ve done this whole dance with darkness plenty of times now. Just let me do all the talkin and we’ll smoothly sail through the shadows.” Reassuring such, the merc heads for the door leading downstairs; both of his sibling looking at one another with unsure glares.

Descending down from the rooftop of the broken building, the three find themselves standing within a dimly lit room; the sides littered with debris, garbage, and moldy wooden crates. “Wow. I wonder why people just put their garbage in random broken down buildings like this. Might as well just tear the whole place down and replace it with a giant dumpster.” Tore jests. “Ugh, tell me about it. This place smells worse then the sewage treatment place I pass on the way to school. How much longer will it be before this informant of yours shows up?” Mally asks her purple brother. Turning away from a set of crates in the corner, the merc admits that: “Think we might have gotten here a little early. It could take awhile; half an hour or two I bet. Ah well, guess that’s time zone’s for ya.” “So you’re expecting us to just wait in this house fly paradise until your informant shows their rear?” Tore frets. “That be the game plan.” To their purple brothers words, both Tore and Mally groan aloud; their wailing echoing throughout the dim building. “Hey! Hey! Cut that shit out!” the merc demands. Though still disappointed, the two cease their howling upon their brothers orders; their faces looking like the ones an upset toddler would show their moms. “I ain’t havin any of this whining bullshit while I’m here, kids. Merc work ain’t just all beatings and speedings. Sometimes ya need to apply some patience.”

And with this, the trio can do little but await for the purple merc’s informant to show themselves; passing the time by distracting themselves in various ways. Through the dim room, the trio start to lightly spar; throwing and blocking punches and kicks to one another. Tore soon feels his sister hit the side of his chest, stopping Mally in her tracks. From their, he grasps his sisters fist; guiding her knuckles down towards his kidneys. Mally staring up to her blue brother, finds him nodding in confirmation. Standing proudly before her, his sister swings hard into the side he showed her; causing the blue boy to double over in pain. While Mally seems on the verge of panicking, Roy tries his damnedest not to bust out laughing.

Pulling out the paper bag he had grabbed back home, Roy shares the food held within. Mally catches the apple tossed at her, nibbling on its bright red skin with small crunching bites. Tore witnessing a PB&J thrown his way, chomps it whole midair in one bite; smiling from the mixing flavors of the classic snack. The merc himself pulls out a can of Faygo from the depths of his bags paper, smiling as he pops open the top and swigs down the wicked elixir. The blue boy swallowing the sandwich, both his sibling toast the apple and soda; a wide smile stretching across his face.

On the floor, the three attempt to pass the time with a game of paper football; Tore aiming the triangular piece of paper between his sisters fingers while Roy watches on the side. The blue boy finally takes the shot, flicking the piece hard enough to smack into Mally’s eye; the girl falling over as she covers her head. Both her brothers swiftly approach to her aid; worried gazes across their faces.

Eventually, their distractions die down; the three left reduced to simply lying on the cold hard concrete floor. In the seemingly never ending march of boredom, the blue boy breaks the silence with a frustrated scream; drawing the attention of his sibling. “I can’t take this torturous waiting train anymore! Standing around in this oversized garbage dumpster is so boring! It’s been more than 3 hours and this government lackey hasn’t showed head or tail!” “It’s only been 20 minutes.” Mally calmly reminds him. Turning towards his purple brother, the blue boy can’t help but question: “Roy, it’s been way too long now. Don’t you think that whoever posted the job is just screwing with us?” “Hmm...I’m beginning to wonder the same thing.” Rising from the cracked concrete, the merc continues by informing that: “I’ll be up on the roof to see if anyone’s coming, also to get outta this shithole. Place smellin worse then an open graveyard. You two wanna come?” “Nah. It’s way too cold out there.” Tore decline. “Yeah, as rancid as this place is, it’s kinda warm.” Mally adds. “Meh, suit ya selves” With this, the merc heads right up the steps; exiting out the roof doorway.

The sound of the door closing echoing through the room, Mally’s gaze turns towards her blue brother and asks: “Hey Tore, mind if I ask ya something?” “Uh, sure Mal. What’s on your mind?” “Have you’ve been noticing that Roy’s been acting kinda...strange lately.” “Well duh. That’s kinda our default Mally.” “No, I mean like more...unstable…losing his mind and stuff.” “Aw come on.” “I know, but...I-I’m worried. I think all this merc work might be getting to him. Since we moved to Townsville, Roy hasn’t had a lot of sleep. With his job going on during the night, the only time he’s got to sleep is during school.” “Yeah, and the some of the teacher won’t stop hounding him to stay. I keep tellin them that Roy does his schoolwork best when he’s sleeping like a hung over dad fresh from a night out at the strip joint, but they don’t believe me.” “What’s worst is that I catch him talking to himself sometimes, almost as if he’s arguing with somebody.” “Alright look, Mal...Roy’s just kinda goin to a rough patch right now. I mean, he’s adjusting to a new school, new schedule, new place, new people. Hell, he’s even lost an arm. But he’s still pulling through all of it just fine. And ya know why?” Mally looks up from the cracked concrete as her brother continues with: “Because he got us to fall back on. We’ve been through a lot together. Far worse stuff then even most adults have gone through. And we got through it because we got each other by our side. So as long as we’re hand in hand, we can beat life tough ass inside out.” To his brothers speech, Mally can’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Guess I needed to here something cheesy like that.” After letting a relieved sigh, she looks back to the blue boy and thanks him with: “You’re right. I’m sure now he’ll be just fine.”

Sitting atop the edge of the roof, the purple merc gazes up into the pitch black void above; not a single star visible thanks to the city lights shining below. A deep breath leaves his lips as he pulls out his phone; looking away from the night sky and onto its bright screen. Beyond the lock screen, Roy taps into the text; sliding his thumb across the screen until stopping at a single name: Roxanne. Tapping the name reveals a text conversation shared between the two.

Roxanne: “Had a fun night last night.” Roy: “Thanks. Think we meet up again sometime?” Roxanne: “How’s next Saturday sound?” Roy: “Cool! Can’t wait.”

Staring deeply at the conversation, a familiar supporting voice chimes in his head; wondering if: “Are you’re ready for this?” An unsure moan leaves his lungs, the purple angel admitting that: “Gotta be honest Hera...I haven’t felt like this in so long...I’m not too sure.”

Back within the dim confines downstairs, both Tore and Mally simply relax and wait for the informant to get here. Lying against the wall, she lets a small yawn pass through her mouth; smacking her lips as she shakes off her dull inducing drowsiness. Tempting to distract herself from the seemingly endless boredom, her gaze drifts over towards the stack of crates in the corner; her site beholding a stray shadow beside the boxes. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she takes another glance to the crates; soon witnessing the same shadow retreat from behind the boxes. Having witnessed the shadow slip inside, Mally dons her helmet as she approaches her blue brother. “Hey Tore. There was something else I forgot to mention about Roy.” she feigns to Tore. “Alright...what now?” the blue boy ignorantly wonders.

Once next to her brother, she pulls him in face to face; whispering to him: “I think they’re might be somebody watchin use behind those crates.” Hearing his sister mutter such a warning, Tore eye’s gaze out towards the only set of boxes in the room. “Think it might be the informant Roy told us about?” the blue boy whispers. “Don’t know. Roy didn’t bother telling us about him. They could just some homeless guy. Let’s just act casual and see with happens.”

With this suggestion, Tore picks up where he thinks the false conversation by blurting: “Whoa, really. Can’t believe he even stoops to something like that. When he gets back down here, were gonna have a long talk with him...And kick him in the testies.” Saying this, the blue both badly feign walking off towards the side; Mally sliding her palm against her face as she starts putting on her skates.

Quickly tying her pink skates, the skater soon sees the shadow of an arm peek out from behind the boxes, the shadow of a knife held above. Realizing her brothers back turned away, she rushes over to him as fast as possible; the man behind the boxes throwing his sharp dagger right towards the back of Tore’s head. Just before the flying knife could plunge itself into the blue angels head, Mally tackles her brother aside; the dagger instead piercing through a lone garbage bag.

Falling onto the cracked concrete floor, Tore fires a white ray right at the cluster of crates; someone in an overcoat dashing out from the resulting explosion. Rising from the cold floor, both Tore and Mally stand back to back and scan through their surroundings for any sign of their overcoat assassin; watching the countless bags of garbage and scraps of broken appliances lying around the edges of the room. “So sis, ya got any plans in that helmeted head of yours.” the blue angel asks. “This guy seems to be waiting for an opening to strike. Me thinks we should counter with strat 26.” his sister suggests. “Ooh, that’s always a good one.”

In the midst of their standoff, Mally witnesses a faint shadow trailing into a junk pile left at the wayside; the skater digging through her pocket to pull out her trusty grapple-yo. Casting the gadget out towards the pile, she wraps its string around a destroyed fridge; uprooting it from the cluster junk. Swinging the broken icebox throughout the room, Mally slams the heavy appliance into the countless piles of scrap and garbage; her blue brother ducking under the passing string. Soon, she swings the broken freezer high in the air; sending the fridge back down onto the pile it came from like a crashing hammer. From the impact, their overcoat assassin leaps up in the air, pulling out two dual pistols and aiming right at the skater in his descent. Firing down a storm of bullets, Tore blocks his sister from the led assault; gliding towards the assailant as his foe lands. The angel grabs hold of the assassins pistols by their front, crushing their barrels with his bare hands.

Releasing his destroyed firearms; the mysterious assassin jumps back from his blue adversary, pulling out a sharp machete in his retreat. The edge of his blade coated in green, the figure in the overcoat thrusts his poisoned blade towards Tore; the lethal lunge stopped by the neck of a hockey stick. Blocking their poisonous sting be the orange haired skater, pushing the overcoat foe back and away from her brother. Swiftly striking back, the coated assassin slashes rapidly swings at the skater; Mally blocking and dodging the blades barrage. In a single swing; the skater knocks the assassins poisoned machete out from their hand; the blade breaking through the glass of a window. Having disarmed her assailant, Mally readies to deal the finishing blow; the coated assassin jumping out from her swing. High above the skaters head, her foe pulls out a slew of butterfly knives from their sleeves; tempting to rain their sharp steel down upon the orange haired girl.

Just before the assassin could unleash their steel rain, they’re snatched in the air by the blue angel; Tore holding his assailants in the air and spinning them about. “Get ready Mal!” the blue boy exclaims. Upon her brothers word; Mally rushes out towards the edge of the room; skating up through the molding wall. His sister near the roof, Tore flings the their foe across the room; the assailant careening over the horizontal support beam. Leaping off the top of the wall, the skater tangles her grapple yo around the assassins throat; soon trailing herself and the string over the support beam. Both descending from each side of the metal beam, only one of them lands back upon the concrete floor; Mally suspending the assassin in the air via her yoyo. Feeling its hold tighten around their neck, the figure in the overcoat attempts to free themselves from the yoyo’s tense hold; the string too thin to pry off. Eventually, the last of the assailants breath leaves their lungs; the coated assassins body going completely limp.

Having finished the overcoated assassin, Mally drops their lifeless body; their facade shedding to reveal a blonde haired man. The skater reels her grapple yo back in the palm of her hand; her brother descending from behind and congratulating her with: “Way to go, Mal. Really stuck to the strangling perfectly.” “Thanks. Didn’t think we could pull it off, to be honest. Barely had anytime to practice it.” “What the hell is happening down here!?” they hear a familiar voice shout. Gazing back towards the flight of steel steps, the duo find their purple brother climbing down; a less than pleased expression painted across his face. “Roy!” Tore excitedly exclaims.

Rocketing towards the merc, the blue boy goes on to explain how: “You’ll never guess what we just did! We pulled off strat 26! Ain’t that amazing!?” “Roy, what the hell?” they hear their sister call out. The two angels turning towards the skater, they hear her question: “Why didn’t you warn us there was someone in here. Could’ve save us a ton of trouble.” “I thought he was just some homeless crackhead.” “The guy was waiting all night for us to let our guard to go down, attacked from the shadows like a hobo ninja.” the blue boy elaborates. “Will you guys gimme a break!? Maybe the guy wants to overdose in peace, ever think of that?”

Skating over towards the guys remains, Mally digs into the contents of his overcoat; pulling out what seemed to be a wallet of sorts. Opening it revealed displayed along the face an ID of sorts; the golden symbol of an eagle sown on the other side. “Hey Roy, think ya know what this eagle might be for.” she asks, showing her siblings the emblem. While Tore looks upon the symbol with curious wonder, Roy’s eyes widen, mentioning how: “That- that’s the same crest that was on the report.” Hearing this, the blue boy hisses between his teeth, guiltily admitting that: “Nnn...I think that might’ve been the informant.” “Really!? Ya don’t say dumbass!”

Leaping off the stairs, Roy glides over towards the dead man his siblings had dispatched; hearing Mally question: “If we was who he was waiting on, then why did he attack us?” “Dude probably thought it was a set up seeing the two of you. If I had some shady dealing going on and didn’t see who took the job, I’d think the same thing.”

Landing next to the freshly dead corpse, the purple merc begins to strip him down; Mally soon covering her eyes and asking: “Egh! What are you doing!?” “Tryin to see if this asshole had anything on him. These kind of government lackey usually keep files of their assignments on hand.” Roy’s search soon has him dig through the corpse overcoat, pulling out a folder from one of pockets. “Ah, jackpot! We’re in the clear, kiddies!” the merc exclaims, holding the folder up high. “Eh, cool. But...did ya hafta strip the guy nude to get’em.” Tore wonders. “Not really, just wanna take a peak of the package he had down their. Third time in my life have I ever been so disappointed.” “Just read the damn thing already!” his sister demands.

With a disgruntled groan, he cracks the folder wide open; a relieved breath leaving his lungs. “Looks like this job ain’t a bust just yet. Got our assignment right here.” “Alright! What all does it say?” his blue brother asks. Checking the dossier once agains, he explains aloud that: “Says here that the terrorist group plans on attacking the Austrian Parliament building tonight.” “Cool, so...what’s that?”. “Basically like a building politicians gather to discuss stuff like rules, trade, bunch of boring stuff like that.” “So, from what all we got in here; I’m guessin that were supposed to stop these assholes and uproot them from their base of operation. Could’ve gotten a lot more out of it if the guy this thing came from wasn’t choked to death.” Roy elaborates, staring at his siblings right at the end. “Hey, the guy shot first! It was self defense!” Tore exclaims. With an irritated groan, the merc takes one more look at the file; his demeanor quickly winding up as he adds: “Oh shit! Attack’s supposed to go on in 20 minutes!” “Well what’re we waiting for!? Let’s move!” Their sister proclaiming such, the three rush up through the steel steps; soon taking off into the Austrian night sky.

Streaking through the cold Vienna skyline, the trio glide east above the city streets; the lights below shining upon the angelic duo’s chest. In their flight across the Austrian city, the orange haired skater can’t help but turn towards his purple sibling and question: “Oy, Roy. If these government guys know about these terrorists attack, then why are all of them still going along with the get together.” “Most of them probably don’t even know that its goin down tonight. Too worried about laws and trade to even check.” “Can’t we just warn them all?” Tore suggest. “Not a bright idea. Since our report came from the government themselves, a couple of the guys in there might see the bullet coming and don’t wanna tell anyone. Don’t wanna risk making the uninvited guests suspicious, do we?”

“Roy, I feel like you’re leaving something out.” Mally accuses. “Oh, pfft. Gimme a fuckin break Mal. You honestly think I’m the kind of deceitful piece of jack ass shit that’d lie to ya like that?” To his defense, both of the purple brother’s sibling gaze upon him with contemptuous glares; their wordless gazes being all Roy can take before caving him. “Ahhghn...Fine. The other reason why I don’t wanna go in there is cause...I kinda wound up on the country’s wanted list.” “What!? What’d kind of kooky 90’s action cop flick style shenanigans did you do to get the entire country after your purple hide?” the blue angel question. “I miiiight have done something to piss of one of the Austrian government boys. It’s nothing that bad, I swear.” Roy reassures. “You fucked their daughter, didn’t you?” Mally guesses. “That, and their son.” Reveal such scandalous escapades makes the merc’s sister let loose an upset groan, Roy adding with devious smile that: “They were twins.” “Roy!” the skater harshly exclaims. “Relax. They were the same age as me...I think.” “Not the point here.”

Guiding her blue brother closer to the merc, Mally continues her scolding by mentioning how: “You can’t keep going on these amorous shenanigans anytime you see a nice ripe ass or a big fat dick. You keep getting in trouble with this kinda shit.” “Yeah, like the time in middle school where you were screwing around the principal’s son. The guy went so catty batty banana’s, he tried to burn the whole school down.” their blue brother brings up. “It ain’t my fault he went freaky for fruit loops! Maybe the district shouldn’t have hired a bipolar asshole to run the place.” Their sister than brings the conversation back on track, baiting Roy’s attention with: “The point were making here, Roy, is that his kind of scandalously frisky habits of yours need to screech to a stop. Else, you’re not only gonna land only yourself, but your entire family and beyond in some serious shit.” “Oh come on! Neither of you think I can handle all of it? I’m been fishing in the vast, dangerous waters of the amorous sea’s for 2 years straight now and it hasn’t gotten the overly swollen testicles to bite back.” “Hey, think I see our ahead up ahead.” Tore points out.

With the Austrian parliament building locked in their sites, the trio float down upon its flat rooftop; Mally jumping off of her blue brothers backside. Landing on the rooftop, Tore himself throws his purple another question; asking: “So, if your banned from the country, then why would a government official hire you. Wouldn’t that get them blacklisted or something?” “Well considering that the job came from an anonymous source, they might already know that and are wanting to keep things on the down low. Plus, with my kind of resume; how the hell could they refuse.”

“So, how we gonna snoop out these uber Austrian bastards anyway?” Mally question. “We got all we need to track those home grown terrorist right here.” Roy answers, pointing to himself. “Oh please. You couldn’t even snoop out your informant before we wound up doing him in.” “Gimme a break alright! I thought he was just one cracked out bum. A terrorist attack on the other hand’ll need a whole orgy’s worth of motherfuckers to pull off. Bet they’ll all try and bust in while all the politicians in there are busy yapping their asses away. But before they can, we’ll all dive down onto them and beat their uber assholes through the seven layers of hell and back on the other side of the earth.” “So were just supposed to wait here until they show up?” Tore questions. “Again?” Mally adds. “That’s the game plan.” To their brothers strategy, both the merc’s brother and sister groan aloud; Roy himself demanding that they: “Hey, hey; shut it, you two. You want the whole damn block down there to know we’re up here.” His siblings reluctantly comply with their purple brothers demands; upset glare drawn upon their faces. “I ain’t gonna have my chances go off the rails just cause you two are feeling bored. We’re gonna wait here and watch for those domestic terror fuckers until I say otherwise. We clear?” “Yes, your majesty.” both sarcastically comply.

And so, the trio await patiently atop the roof of the parliament building; passing the time in their own way until the action arrives. Curious of what the people inside could be discussing, the blue boy approaches the sunroof and peeks inside; finding a whole room full of well dressed people inside. Pressing his ear against the glass, Tore could hear their political disputes; a curious expression forming upon his face. Mally meanwhile passes the time by practicing with her grapple-yo; casting out her gadget and twirling it in the air performing trick. These practices eventually causes the skater to get caught in a bind of her own trappings; her Yoyo entangling around her hands. Roy meanwhile can’t help but sit along the edge of the building, staring down onto the screen of his phone with the text conversation still on; a visible breath escaping from the purple angel’s lunges.

The blue angel soon withdraws from the clear ceiling window, approaching her struggling as she tempts to untangle herself from her own yoyo’s string. “I can’t understand a single word those guys are saying in there. It all just sounds like random gibberish.” he goes on to explain, starting to help his sister sort out the string of her grapple-yo. “Why? Cause it’s all political stuff.” she wonders. “No, cause I can’t understand a lick of German. All I’m getting outta it is nothing but a bunch of “Gutens” and “Wirtschaft’s”. Sound pretty funny though.” “Well maybe Roy can give ya some lessons. He won’t shut up how he’s been all over the world.” “Whadya say, Roy? Think you can gimme some pointers on the complex and foreign workings of the cultural German tongue?” The blue boys question however is left unanswered; Roy continuing to sit upon the buildings edge, staring down upon his phone. “Uh, Roy...you there?” he asks to bait is attention. “Roy?...Roooy?” Alas, Tore’s calls fall on deaf ears; the merc himself remained gazing upon the text conversation between him and Roxanne. Finally, the merc finally hears their cry when Mally mildly shouts at him: “Yo, Roy! You listening!?”

The suddenly loud call catches Roy off guard; his surprise causing him to loose grip of his phone. “No!” the merc utters. With his single hand, he attempts to catch the midair mobile device before it starts to plummet; his grip failing to grasp the phone in time. “Dammit!” Watching as his device descends towards the hard concrete, Roy soon witnesses his sister’s yoyo grab hold of the phone just before it hit the pavement; the gadget retracting up through the parliaments edge and flying high in the air. Soon, the yoyo and phone plummet back down towards the roof; the mobile device landing right in Mally’s untangled hands. “Gotcha!”

Standing off the buildings edge, Roy approaches his sister with a thankful smile; congratulating the skater with: “Nice save, Mal. I owe ya.” The purple merc soon finds his orange haired sibling staring at the screen; his hairs standing on end as he hears Mally asks: “Roy...who’s Roxanne?” Swiftly swiping his phone back from her hands, Roy responds to her curious question with: “It’s somebody you don’t have to stick your nose in. Hear me?” “Oh oh! It’s it one of your merc buddys!” Tore pops in guessing. “Sounds more like a fuck buddy to me?” Mally adds. “Could be a drug buddy.” “Roy’s not on drugs though.” “Oh, right.” “Think it might be an old school buddy.” the skater questions. “Eh, I don’t remember anyone back then called Roxanne. Maybe a current school buddy.” Tore guesses. “He isn’t that well liked in school though. He won’t stop pickin fights and asking people to fuck. Foreign buddy?” “Could be. Hey Roy, is Roxanne some new foreign buddy. Huh?” the blue angel asks his purple brother. “Yeah Roy, are they?” Mally hounds. “Come on, Roy. Tell us.” “Ya gotta. We need to know.” “Were just gonna keep asking til ya tell us.” “Spill your brains out, you devilish purple bastard!” Their constant hounding eventually gets Roy to cave in; harshly demanding the two to: “Alright! Just both of ya shut the fuck up.” Both of his siblings listen closely; awaiting in anticipation for their purple brother to answer them.

A heavy breath passes through Roy’s lips; soon admitting to the two of them that: “Roxanne is...My...my new girlfriend.” To the mercs response, both of their faces swiftly go sour; Mally asking: “I’m sorry...What?...” “She’s my girlfriend. We’ve been dating.” “Is...are you serious?” Tore wonders. “Oh my god, yes. I’m going out with her. How many times to I have to say it?” “Oh...Oh that is just unfortunate...” Mally dreads.

“Pffth, okay. Why is me getting a girlfriend such a big bombshell for you two?” the merc question. “I don’t know, Roy. You tell me why a sexual deviant like you being in a committed relationship is so baffling?” the skater sarcastically asks back. “Especially since you haven’t really been like that with anybody. Not since...well...umm-” the blue angel adds. “I can handle being in a loving relationship just fine, thank you very much.” “We’re being serious here, Roy. If you’re not screwing around about all this, then you can’t have you’re less than abstinent habits screw you over. Pun intended.” Mally states. “How long have you even been going out with his girl for?” Tore wonders. “Hnnn...thinks its been about a week. Somewhere close to that.” “You’ve been going out with this poor girl for that long and you’ve already cheated on her with two other dudes?” the skater reminds him. “You saw those two?” “Of course we did, Roy. Who wouldn’t notice a couple of nearly nude teenage boys streaking across the neighborhood?” the blue boy questions. “Tsk, so I gotta couple asses on the side. What’s the big whoop?” the merc questions. “The big whoop here is that if you don’t want your girlfriend walkin out on your ass, then you gotta stop chasing ass. No more booty chasin, no more cock gobblin, and especially no last second bangs with people you barely know.” Mally chastises. “And how do you she ain’t into that stuff?” Roy counters with, making his siblings loudly growl.

“I don’t havta drop a damn thing sista. I can keep up being with my girl with staying dick deep in the wonderful world of fornication.” the merc declares. “That isn’t how a stable relationship is supposed to work!” Mally claims. “Oh, and like you two know out one does? Mr. “I don’t give a rats ass about being with anyone.” and Ms. “I’m too much of a nervous lesbian to ask anyone out.” “I’m working out my own problems. But that don’t mean neither of us can’t work on yours.” “Roy...We love you. And we just want you to be happy.”

Struck with the statement from his siblings, the purple angel is left upset and speechless. Roy then turns away from the two; his gaze aimed towards the buildings set to the side. “At least look at us while were chewing you out!” the skater demands. “Shut it. I’m sensing something over there...A crowd of people clustered around that building over there.” the merc informs, pointing over towards a run down building set along the street ahead. “Think it might be the terrorists?” Tore asks. “Don’t know. Could be.” In that moment, Roy turns back towards both of his siblings; ordering the two with: “Both of you stay up on this roof. Not sure what they’re planning yet, so I need two of you here if they try anything up close.” Having relayed those orders, the purple merc fly out towards the broken building in question. “We’re not done talking about this, Roy.” Mally warns his leaving brother. Watching the black winged angel soar above the streets, the skater can’t help but let out a worrying sigh; hoping aloud that: “Just wish we could get through to him.” She soon feels her blue brothers palm on her shoulder; her gaze turning to Tore as he assures that: “We will, Mally. He just need some time to process all this. That’s all.”

In his flight above the Austrian streets, the black winged angels tempts to calm himself from the heated discussion; assuring to himself that: “What the fuck is their deal? I’ve been in a relationship once before, I sure as hell can do it again.” “Can you, though? Your less than wholesome habits may work to hinder your honest efforts.” the merc hears echo in his head. “Oh come on. You’re on my ass too? Why the hell is everybody trying to shove their dicks in my personal life?” “I’d much rather call it...divine intervention.” “And I’d rather call it bullshit. The hell is your point?” “My point is that from as much as I’ve seen, you honestly seem to want to make things work with this girl. So if you would be so kind as to help shed some light on a few simple questions that I have. Is that okay?” With a small breath passing through his nose, the merc tells the voice in his head to: “Fire away.”

“Roy...Do you honestly like this Roxanne girl?” “Yeah...” “How does she make you feel?” “...Better.” “How long do you hope to be with her?” “...” “Roy?” “For as long as I can.” “Well then...If your wanting to have a long, meaningful relationship with this woman, then you must be willing to make and maintain some commitments. Part of loving somebody is to make compromises with one another; to make sacrifices for your other to stay together.” “So what’re you saying I have to give up? My wealth, my body...my mind?” “I’m referring to more along the line of what you enjoy in life. The pleasures that somebody of your...deviancy constantly partakes in.” Roy fails to give the goddess a response to her statement, simply gazing below; taking in the view of the Austrian streets. Walking through the Vienna streets be couples walking together hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder; huddling together through the cold passing winds. Set along those concrete streets be various restaurants, packed with all kinds of couples of all ages and all sex’s; mingling and eating together. Staring out to these loving couples, the merc hears the goddess finish with: “Believe me, Roy. If Roxanne really loves you, then there’s no doubt that she’ll do the same for you.” Hera’s last statement leaves the purple angel with food for thought; platters of statements and meals of questions that he knows he’ll have to swallow soon. But alas, those morsels be put on hold as he begins to descends upon the abandoned building; sensing the group of people below the rooftop.

Quietly cracking open the rooftop doorway, the purple merc’s ears catch the sound of German echoing through the stair way; careful to not make a single peep as he slowly comes inside. Hovering over the old wooden steps, Roy descend through the molding stairway; the voices below growing louder the further he flies down. Roy’s descent soon takes him down to a run down hallway; the stretching darkness ahead upset by a dim light shining out from an open doorway. Peeking through this doorway has the merc discover what his senses have warned him about: a whole crowd of people donned in masks; their design resembling an upside down white falcon. Littered around the sides of the decrepit room be large wooden crates, with some of the renegades sitting atop their lids; some of the boxes toppled on their side to reveal nothing within. Kinda makes one wonder what the hell these guys are up to. Aside from some weapons and grenades, they don’t really look that prepped to take on the big house. What even came in those crates anyway?

As he wonders what their plans could involve, a booming voice grabs the entire rooms attention; everyone’s eyes glued to a tall, hulking figure with snow white hair standing in front of the window. “(Listen up everyone.)” Through her muscular body, patches of ice layer parts of her skin; small icicles forming out from the coats of frost. She soon points her icy finger out towards the parliament building in the distance; starting her speech with: “(Our city’s capital there has been infested with greedy swine. Heartless pigs that have more than eagerly left the people of this country’s starving out in the cold to line their pockets. Hyper inflating our economy was the last mistake those swine will make. Tonight, this economic nightmare shall come to an end!)” After her announcement, the entire room is swept in an uproar; cheering upon their icy leaders declaration.

Once the crowds hype dies down, the cold hard woman points out towards the side of the room as she calls for: “(Lukas, approach.)” Out from the crowd, a masked man with blonde hair steps forward; a remote grasp firmly in the palms of his hands. “(Yes, my cold commander?)” “(Have the explosives been set in place?)” the icy woman wonders. “(Indeed they have. With all of them packed tightly together nice and neat, the resulting explosion should wipe out the entire building and all who reside inside.)” Hearing these plans unfold, the merc thinks to how both of his siblings are still awaiting at the rooftop; his eyes swiftly squinting out to the blonde man. “(Excellent! Now the only thing left to do is set of the detonator. Care to do the honors, Lukas?)” the woman offers. “(I would be honored to, Ilana.)” “(Right. On my count. 10...9...8...7...)” In the midst of their countdown, Roy swiftly slides right inside; his eyes locked right on the cold commanders second hand man.

“(3...2...1…Now!)” Upon the end of her countdown, the icy leader watches the parliament building out in the distance closely, awaiting for the entire place to erupt in a fiery explosion. Alas, her vision of the capitals destruction fails to come; seeing not a single hint of red among the black sky. “(Lukas...You...You can press the button-)” Turning over to her comrade, he find the detonator having vanished from his hand; a gaping red hole laying across his chest. “(Button?)” Her right hand man falls right upon the wooden floor in a splatter of his own blood; the entire room taken back by Lukas sudden demise. “(You know...)” they all hear. Turning out towards the side of the broken room; the entire group finds the purple merc sitting atop one of the crates; the detonator in his hand. “(I can’t really imagine what your next move might’ve been. Did you really think that just blowing up a pig pen would just solve everything? If that’s your last step, then you guys are a long way off from your cause.)” With this declaration does Roy crush the detonator in his hand; its pieces falling upon the cracked wooden floor.

One of the henchmen breaks from their shock and lets out a vengeful growl, pulling out a pistol as he curses out: “(You bastard!)” Aiming his pistol right at the purple merc, the goon fires right at his forehead; the led bullet proving completely ineffective as it simply ricochets right off Roy’s noggin. “(Yeah, bullets won’t work.)” he warns as he points out towards the gunman. Shooting out a small black beam from the tip of his finger, the merc blows the cronies hand off with a single blast; his painful screams echoing throughout the broken room. Though a lot of the crowd proves distracted by their comrades, one of them sneaks around towards their purple guests back; swinging out a heavy iron crowbar to his head. Before she could slam her weapon down upon the merc’s skull, her crowbar is swiftly caught just before she could touch even a hair. Tempting to snatch her weapon away from the purple mercs hands, she finds his grips far too strong; Roy himself turning towards the unlucky henchwoman and warning that: “(Sneak attacks won’t cut it either.)” After saying such, the merc snatches the crowbar out from the goons hand and pierces its sharp end right through her chest; the crony sent slamming into the wall upon impact. In hopes of overpowering their unwelcomed guest, the rest of the crowd comes charging at the merc all at once; Roy jump off the crate and facing the crowd with a devious grin.

The first one out from the approaching mob be a man with a massive hammer; swinging the hard iron end out towards the purple merc. With but his only arm, Roy blocks the henchman’s iron hard swing; grasping the hammers hard flat end. He soon sense somebody else lunging after, the merc glancing towards his right to discover a woman with a cattle prod closing in. Dodging around the goons electrical stab, Roy pulls the man with the hammer in her path; the henchwomen inadvertently delivering an intense shock to one of her own comrades, The shock causes the hammer wielding terrorist to lose grip of his weapon; the purple merc taking the opportunity to snatch the heavyweight hammer away. In his grasp, Roy smacks the two goons away; swinging the heavy iron hammer almost as lightly as a wooden stick.

While the two goon can’t help but knock over some of their approaching comrades, others leap out from their tumbling teammates; diving down towards the purple merc with their own firearms. The airborne renegades rain down a shower of led bullets down upon the purple merc; none of their fire even coming close to hurting Roy. “(The hell did I just get done saying?)” he chastises, as he readies to throw the hammer in his hand. Tossing the heavy iron hammer at one of the terrorist, he fires down a couple of his own barrage up towards the descending cronies; the hammer and his rays striking them back. His beams don’t intercept all of the falling goons; a lone henchwomen diving down towards the merc with a sharp blade in her hands. Right when the tip was on the verge of stabbing Roy’s eye, the purple merc catches the goons blade before it could plunge itself into his pupil. Roy kicks the woman aside and snatches her blade out from her leaving grip, tossing the sword out towards the groups cold commander; watching as Ilana effortlessly steps out from the blades careening flight.

From the other side of the room, one of the icy woman’s goons pulls the pin out from a lone grenade; tossing the ticking explosive out towards their purple foe. Roy quickly glances over and finds the small bomb closing in; a smile stretching across the merc’s face as he lifts his leg back. Like an oncoming kick ball, he boots the bomb right back towards the mob of cronies; the crowd attempting to dive for cover as they witness the grenades return. Alas, they fail to find any cover in time; a good chunk of the terrorist consumed by their own bombs blazing blast.

“(You bombing motherfuckers should’ve came better prepared. You guys really think these shitty toys are supposed to stop me?)” the merc mocks. Though he attempts to chase after the rest of the renegade herd, Roy soon finds his feet glued to the floor; glancing down to see a coat of ice quickly crawling up from his legs. Just before he could even attempt to escape, the encroaching frost quickly consume his body; hearing in his icy prison: “(They might not.)” The merc gazes out towards the window; the frost freezing him revealing to have come from the cold commanders own hands. “(But I might.)” she finishes. After entrapping the merc in a cold cage of her own making, the icy leader starts to approach; a disgusted look forming upon her face as she gazes upon Roy’s own features. “(Unbelievable. To think that those government swine would have the gall to send someone so young as a teenager after us.)” Ilana complains. “(Hey!...You ain’t dealing with some random...punk ass teenager.)” he struggles to object from his shivering voice. “(Truly not. The way you’ve torn through a good chunk of my forces being more than enough proof of that.)” “(What are we supposed to do now? We can’t risk someone like him following us back to base.)” one of the henchman questions. Gazing upon the merc’s face, she lets out a small sigh, agreeing on how: “(I’m afraid you’re right.)” The cold commander then erects a sharp ice spear from the palm of her hand; claiming to the merc how: “(Our cause cannot allow someone of your lethal caliber to stop us, even if it means snuffing out a life as short as yours.)” The city woman then aims her icicles frosted tip onto the young merc’s head; apologizing with: “(And for that...I am truly sorry.)” “(Don’t be.)” Roy denies. From his statement, the ice coating him begins to quickly crack apart at the seems; parts Roy’s body beginning to break free. Hoping to end the purple boy before he can free himself, the ice cold commander thrusts her sharp icy needle at the mercs head. Roy right then and their bursts out from the cold commanders icy prison as his black wings sprout forth; the shock wave breaking apart her thrusting icicle.

Free from the icy leaders cold cage, the purple angel kicks out towards the one who entrapped him in the first place; swinging his leg out towards Ilana’s side. Though the cold commander manages to block the merc’s kick with her icy solid arm, her frosty armor proves no match for angels raw strength; Ilana sent careening across the room. After tumbling back towards the opposite side, the icy leader places her palms upon the wooden floor; a trail of frost snaking through her remaining forces feet and climbing across the wall behind the merc. From behind the purple angel, razor sharp frost blades pop out from the frost; some of which slicing the side of his leg. Roy flies away from the icy wall before the rest of the ice needles could spring out; throwing out a pitch black ball of dark power in his advance towards the terrorists cold commander. Stopping his approach be some of her masked cronies, coming at the purple angel with brass knuckles, chainsaws, and sickles.

As the merc fights off her clustering goons, Ilana herself watches the angels ball of dark power as she creates an icy bat in the palm of her hands; taking a batting stance against the approaching black sphere. With one powerful swing, the cold commander smacks the merc’s own ball of black energy bacl towards the purple angel. Witnessing his own sphere on the brink of returning, Roy grabs hold of one of the commanders cronies and uses him as a human shield; the terrorist exploding in a shroud of black smoke. Soon lunging out from this cloud of darkness be the purple merc, charging right towards the icy leader once more. On the black winged angel’s approach, Ilana plunges her frosted bat right into the wooden floor; the frost spreading out soon erecting a rising block of ice right underneath the merc. The ice halting his lunging flight, Roy attempts to push the rising ice back towards the floor; his back soon meeting with the ceiling in his struggles. Her black winged foe trapped between the roof and her climbing ice, Ilana creates a cavalcade of icy spears to rise out towards the merc. Finally, Roy delivers a powerful headbutt right to the top of the frosty pillar; the cold commanders column of ice shattering into tiny pieces. Discovering the icy spears growing beneath him, the merc blasts away the ascending cavalcade of frosty spikes just before they could reach; Roy snatching one of them right out from the resulting explosion. Twirling in his descent, the purple angel decides to imitate the cold commander and fling one of her spears pointed tips right back at her; Ilana herself erecting a thick icy shield in hopes of stopping her own spears approach. Though her icy javelin manages to halfway pierce through her frosty barrier, Roy on the other hand breaks right through her defense as he tackles through her icy shield.

The purple angels tackling assault sends the terrorists icy leader tumbling right into the wall; Roy landing right before her as she gazes up. The merc looks upon the cold commander with a sinister smirk; a powerful pitch black power charging in his palm as he proclaims: “(Game, set, match.)” Before he could finish off the frosty leader, Roy feels something smack against the back of his head; glancing back to witness the rest of the remaining terrorists scuttling behind the wooden crates. His gaze drifting down, the merc lets out a little chuckle; finding nothing but a grenade aside his feet. “(It’s like you people never learn.)” he scolds as he readies to kick the bomb back. Unfortunatly for him, the grenade goes off earlier than he expects; Roy covering his face from the expecting explosion. Though instead of a violently fiery explosion, the bomb expels a thick pink cloud into the open air; Ilana encasing herself in an icy shell to block out the gas. Turning back towards the cold commander, Roy readies to break through her frosty defenses; claiming how: “(You still think that your shitty ice can still stop me?)” Right before he could end it, his offense soon starts to slowly dwindle; growing ever more tired among the surrounding smoke. “(Sleeping gas?...dammit...)” Driven to the brink of drowsiness, Roy finally descends into a deep slumber; dropping down onto the wooden floor below.

After the gas soon dissipates, Ilana sheds her icy shell and stands back up; gazing upon the merc’s unconscious body. Walking up towards the window, the cold commander looks out towards the Austrian parliament building; witnessing the cars within in its parking lot pulling out. A heavy sigh passing through her lips, she mentions how: “(It’s honestly a joke on how some teenager could spoil our plans so quickly.)” Her comrades start to come out from behind the cover of the crates, some of them approaching the slumbering merc. “(What do we do now?)” one of the questions. It takes the icy leader a second before answering with: “(Clean up here and return to base.)” “(And...the boy?)” “(...That is no boy. That is a demon.)” With that, the terrorist icy cold commander leaps out through the window; her troops staring down on the unconscious Roy.

Gazing down from atop the parliament buildings rooftop, Mally watches as the last of the cars depart from the parking lot; soon merging with the traffic outside. “Whelp, there goes the last of them. Guess Roy managed to stop those terrorists after all.” “Hey Mally, check this out!” her brother tells her. Having grabbed her attention, both Mally and Tore look out towards the building that Roy had flown to; discovering a figure jumping out through the window. Both brother and sister watch as the figure create a slide made of ice that slides her across the neighboring buildings rooftop; the ramp at the end launching her across the city skyline. “I think that might be one of the terrorists tryin to get away. Come on!” the blue boy mentions. “But what about Roy, shouldn’t we go check on him?” the skater questions. “There ain’t no time. He’ll be fine on his own. Let’s move!” From reassuring this, the blue angel takes off towards the escaping terrorist, Mally jumping off the parliament rooftop and skating through the Vienna streets after.

Back within the broken down building, the icy leaders cronies look upon the purple merc’s slumbering body: one of them suggesting that: “(Let’s just get this over with.)” Mentioning this does another from the crowd grab hold of a machete buried deep within the chest of her comrade; pulling the blade out from the depths of their lung. With her blood covered weapon in hand, the henchwoman slowly approaches the sleeping merc; affirming how: “(You’re death shall avenge those that have fallen tonight. May your sins send you to the depths of hell!)” Declaring this does the goon attempt to end the mercs life right there; aiming her swing right at his neck. Her strike however is stopped at the last moment by a single hand; the merc’s arm grasping her machet. Swiftly snatching the blade away, the purple merc plunges the machete straight through the goons stomach; soon falling over to the shock of her comrades.

Their site swiftly turns back towards their purple foe, all of them watching in horror as he arises from the cracked wooden floor; his head slumped forward and covering his face in darkness. All of them await for whatever the purple merc’s first move may be; some slowly retreating towards the exit. Its then that he instantly lunges out towards the crowd, the entire room scattering away from the approaching angel. Out from the fleeing terrorist group, all of them watch in terror as the merc punches his entire arm straight through one of their teammates through the back; their panic skyrocketing from the horrendous site. “(How!? How is that bastard still awake!?)” Dislodging his arms out from the cronies back, the renegades soon witness the purple merc leap out towards the other side of the room. His foot soon meets with the side of another terrorist, kicking their head straight into the wall beside him; the goons head bursting like a tomato on impact. Backing away from the display of carnage, one of them near the scene frantically questions: “(Did the gas even work!?)” Before his question could be answered, the purple merc dashes over to the goon and rips his arms off like printing paper; soon bashing his head in with his own torn limbs. One of them glances back towards the merc and makes a harrowing discovery; answering that: “(The gas...It did work!)” To her claim all of them look towards the murderous merc, Roy’s head tilting back to reveal his eyes still shut; a soft snore passing through his nose. “(He’s still asleep!)” From their, the sleeping angel dashes out towards the terrorist, the last thing she witnesses be his fingers plunging themselves into her eye sockets.

Creating ice slide after slide, the cold commander of the terrorist slides across the lit Vienna streets like a professional ice skater; the civilians scattering away as she travels through the frozen roads. Ahead, she erects another ramp to launch herself high in the air; performing the greatest 360 pirouette through the midnight sky. Ending her twirl, she casts out a wave of frost to the road below; soon creating a slide out of its ice. Her landing ramp is however swiftly destroyed; a bright pale ball blasting the frosty slide to ice shards. Finding her ramp shattered, Ilana coats her feet in a block of ice; the block taking most of the landing and leaving the icy leader unharmed.

After her chilling landing, the cold commander witnesses the blue angel descend before her; floating inches over the frost ridden roads. “I assume you to be with that purple demon?” she asks him in English. “Ya know it! And together, we’re gonna send your icy ass melting straight of hell!” Tore proclaims, taking his stance against the chilling terrorist. “Hmph, good luck trying. Hopefully you do better than you’re black winged comrade did.” Ilana wishes, standing against the blue boy.

Tempting to sneak in a strike from the cold commander, Mally leaps out from behind her back; ready to swing her hockey stick at the back of her chilling foes neck. Unfortunately, her swing is caught by the last second; the icy terrorist grasping the skaters weapon mere inches from her neck. The very moment that the chilling leader turns back towards her assaulter, Mally’s eyes alight; her face flushing bright red from gazing at her icy smooth features. Bewitched by her cold stare, Mally proves far too distracted to stop her icy adversary from throwing her aside. Careening through the air, the skater find herself tumbling out towards a window; soon casting her grapple you out towards a street lamp and pulling herself to safety. After recovering from her tumbling spiel, Mally skates to her brothers side; Tore wondering if: “You alright, Mal?” “That face...” she utters. “What?” “Never did I think that somebody so ice cold could be so unbelievably hot. I wonder if her mouth taste like ice cream?” “Mally!” Upon her brothers exclamation, the skater snaps out of infatuated daze; hearing her brother continue with: “Put it back in you pants, and focus! We got a fight on our hands!” “You’re blue comrade is right young lady.” they hear their foe advise. Glancing back towards the cold commander, both of them witness frost swirling around Ilana’s hands as she informs that: “If not careful, your infatuation could spell your downfall.”

From where she stands, Ilana casts out a waves of icy needles out from the palms of her hands; the small spears flying out towards the duo before her. While Mally rolls away from the oncoming icy storm, Tore stands his ground and blocks against the cold barrage; the tiny sharp spears breaking upon impact. From her icy salvo, the cold commander watches her roller blading foe jump out towards the row of buildings beside them; the skater gliding over their smooth brickwork walls. Nearing the icy renegades side, Mally leaps off of these walls in attempts to take another swing at her. Ilana erects a massive block of ice to halt her rollerblading foes strike, taken aback how much cracks the skater put onto the thick, icy pillar. This amazement gives the skaters blue brother the moment to approach; swiftly punching the cold commander across the frosted streets. Tumbling through the cold hard roads, Ilana acts fast and cast out frost to the road ahead; erecting a curving ramp that flings her back towards the night sky. Careening above the Vienna streets, the icy renegade aims her legs down towards the blue angel below; coating her feet in a spike covered shell of ice as she descend. Tore swiftly jumps back away from the leaders lethal descent; her spiky ice block shattering upon impact. Some of the scattering pieces wind up getting into the blue angel’s eye in his retreat; Tore covering his face from the flung shard. With the blue angel blinded, Ilana dashes forth and readies to finish him; unaware of the skater trailing right at her side. With third time being the charm, Mally strikes her chilling foe away from her blinded brother; Ilana sent flying towards a nearby lamp post. Quickly constructing an icy sickle in her hands, she hooks herself onto the lamp post; the momentum from her careen rising her right to its top.

Landing gracefully upon the lamps metal cap, the cold commander looks towards the blue angel; Tore whipping away the last of her ice as his site turns towards her. His gaze locked onto their icy adversary, the blue boy fires out a beam of light out towards Ilana; the chilling leader rocketing out from the rays reach with a rising pillar of ice. In her ascending rise in the sky, the cold commander rains down countless icy swallows upon the duo; the birds heavy enough to smash through the cars left on the wayside. While the blue angel rises through the aviary hailstorm, Mally twirls her hockey stick to block against the icy barrage; the birds breaking against her spinning weapons surface.

Ascending through the chilling onslaught, the blue angel powers through the flock until reaching the cold commander herself. From the midst of the barrage, Tore grabs hold of the icy terrorists neck; heaving her overhead and throwing her right towards the streets below. Plummeting towards the concrete roads below, Ilana begins to coat herself in a protective layer of ice; bracing herself for the crash down. Witnessing their icy enemy drop towards the roads below, Mally races after before she can drop; moving through the streets at the speed of sound. With one momentum carrying swing, the rollerblader breaks through the cold commanders icy defenses; sending her chilling enemy careening through the Vienna streets. Ilana soon manages to regain her balance, landing on all fours and sliding back through the concrete roads; a trail of frost left behind in her drag. From the frost do a whole pack of icy leopards jump out into the streets; racing out towards the skater.

Back within the darkness of the abandoned building, the purple merc slowly begins to open his eyes; rubbing the top of his head as he growls out. Dammit! Of course it was a fucking sleep grenade. Why else would those assholes throw an explosive near their own leader. Bitch knew it was one too. Why she shield herself a second time. When those asshole show themselves...again? His thoughts are swiftly silenced upon the site set before him: dozens of torn open, militated bodies littering the room. Oh no. Standing himself up, Roy moves through puddles of blood spilling out through the wooden floor; the spilled organs squishing underneath his feet as he walks through the room. Not again. Roy’s eyes lock upon one of the henchman’s corpse, his mask fallen off to reveal the lifeless pupils staring out into nothingness. God dammit! They were supposed to squeal where their base was at. Slowly beating the info out of them like punching the stuffing out of a screaming heavy bag Now how the hell are we supposed to find there hideout? Questioning such does the merc hear an explosion coming from outside; flying out from window and gazing out behind the abandoned building. Along the streets, the purple angel could find the site of white rays and ice shooting above the buildings; sensing three familiar presences among the chaos. Guessin Tore and Mally wound up chasin after that icy mocha brain freeze of a bitch while she was getting away. Its then that an idea sprouts within Roy’s head, devious smile painting itself across his face as he pulls out his phone. Might just be able to save this whole thing yet.

Back out in the frost covered roads, Ilana stands before the duo; finding the angel and skater nowhere near exhausted as she beginning to feel. Soon, the sound of sirens start to echo through the Vienna streets; the cold commander turning back to discover flashes of red and blue approaching in the distance. A growl seeps out from her teeth before she barks out: “(I don’t have time for this!)” After declaring this, the icy renegade takes in a vast deep breath; bellowing out a thick chilling blizzard towards the two. Both the angel and skater ground themselves midst the freezing gale; Tore blocking against its winds, while Mally pierces the end of her hockey stick in the asphalt road and holds on. The icy storm swiftly passes before either of them realize it; the brother and sister gazing ahead to find their chilling adversary having vanished. “Dammit! Where she go?” Mally question. “She couldn’t have gone far.” Tore declares, soon rising out towards the Austrian night sky. Mally prepares to follow after, but the sound of her ringing phone urges her to stop; pulling her device out from her pocket to find Roy on the other end.

Ascending up through the pitch black sky; the blue angel encircle around him for any sign of the escaping terrorist; eventually finding bits of ice floating out from between a pair of buildings. Diving down towards the alleyway, Tore soon finds their icy target and swoops in after her; Ilana launching out a massive icy pillar up towards the approaching angel. The freezing column fails to even slow down her pursuers advance, Tore landing right on top of the icicle and sliding down its slick surface. Descending down into the alley itself, Tore leaps out towards the chilling renegade; ready to finish her off. Acting fast, Ilana ducks under the approaching angels charge; tossing out bits of frost right into his eyes as he passes through. “Ah! Not again!” he exclaims while tumbling through the alley; careening head first into a brick wall. As the blue boy pulls himself out from the alleyway wall, the cold commander sprints right past him. Dislodging himself from the brickwork, Tore whips the frost out from his eyes; healing them with a bright glow from the palms of his hands. His site returning, the angel catches a glimpse of the freezing terrorist running out into the lit Vienna streets; dashing out in turn to continue his pursuit.

As Ilana skates through the concrete roads, she looks back to see her angelic pursuer swiftly closing in; the chilling woman casting out a cavalcade of icy piranhas back at the approaching angel. Witnessing the school of ice piranha nearing, Tore begins to spin about in his charge; his twirl shattering the barrage of frosty carnivorous fish. Finding her school having been destroyed, the cold commander then throws out a salvo of freezing heavy hammers towards the pursing blue boy. The blue angel punches through the onslaught of mallet; grabbing hold of one of the hammers and flinging them right back towards their sender. The freezing terrorist jumping over her own returning mallet, Ilana quickly creates a huge frost beast in her escape; the monster landing before the blue boy and letting out a chilling roar. With nothing but two punches and a kick, Tore breaks the fierce icy beast to pieces; flying over the monsters remains and closes in.

The blue boys pursuit starts to come to a close; Tore reaching out towards the icy terrorist as he slowly approaches. His finger be mere inches from the cold woman shoulder; the blue angel ready to finally snatch the freezing renegade once and for all. Just when Tore was on the verge of catching her, he feels something wrap around his shoulder; soon jerked away from his escaping target. Sent careening back, the blue boy can do little but watch as Ilana escapes from his site; soon tumbling through the open Vienna roads.

His tumble soon stopping, Tore traces the string hugging his waist; trailing the wire back towards his sisters yoyo. The skater approaching the tangled angel, she hears her brother wonder: “What’s your deal, Mally!? I was just on the verge of pinning her down!” Asking such, he finds his skating sibling handing him her phone; mentioning that: “Roy wants a word.” Taking the mobile device from Mally’s grasp, the blue boy puts it up to his ear and asks: “What’s up my purple bro?” “Listen here. Gonna have to ask the both of ya to stop chasin down that sweet piece of frosty sundae ass.” the purple merc orders. “What? Why?” “Changing the game plan a bit here. We’ll let that icy bitch slide for now. Let her get just comfortable enough to lead us back to her lair. Don’t matter where she tries to hide, her energy’ll give her spot away all the same.” “Oooh, nice one. Mind if I call this little operation of ours “Caught in the cold”? “God dammit.” Roy curses. “No, Tore!” Mally barks. “What the hell, man.” “Seriously bro, don’t.”

#Young Hope #lillaxtrigger

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