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lostinwoso · 3 years ago

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you can do a fic where the reader and alexia have been dating for some time and the reader was never jealous of the relationship, and she didn't have jealousy crises, she was very calm, different from alexia who was already more jealous, however, a new player arrives on the team which begins to give in to Alexia blatantly leaving Reader furious. (Reader and Alexia didn't keep their relationship a secret, but due to an injury, Reader was out of training for two weeks and didn't meet the new player in person, but when she comes back she's faced with this situation)

I Don't Like This Feeling (Alexia x Reader)

You are currently sitting in the passenger side, Alexia being the one driving.

After some weeks of not being able to attend training, due to an injury, you can now join the squad back on the field. You are excited to finally see the girls again and meet the new players that arrived during your absence.

"Excited to be back?" Your girlfriend asks you, glancing your way before focusing on the road again.

"Of course, it was getting boring at home." you reply as the car pulls into the training place.

You two decided to get in a bit earlier to do some light training by yourself before the real training starts.

"Well then, let's go."

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It's not long after when the others girls and the training staff are arriving, greeting the girls you make your way to introduce yourself to the new players.

Everyone seems excited to meet you, except this one girl, all she offered was a quick greeting before greeting your girlfriend clearly excited with a hug, which Alexia rather awkwardly returns.

You were confused, it's nothing new that Alexia takes the new players under her wing to help them fit into the team faster but this time you felt a weird feeling inside you, shrugging it off as excitement to be back you focus back on the training.

The last drill before the final short game is one you and Alexia always team up for, so you are not surprised when you see your girlfriend making her way over to you as soon as it was announced to form pairs.

When she arrived, a voice could be heard behind you two, "Alexia! We are teaming up right?" turning around you see the new girl, that seems to hover around your girlfriend no matter where she goes.

"I was actually going to team up with Y/N." she tells the girl, a bit uncomfortable by the situation.

Coming over now too, she throws her arm across her shoulder, "Please? This drill is not my strongest suit, and I'm sure you could help me improve."

The weird feeling from earlier iscoming to the surface again, so before Alexia can reply you speak up a bit harsher than intended, "It's fine Ale, seems like she really needs your help, I'm gonna find someone else.".

Turning around, you walk over to find another partner, in the meantime Alexia pulled the girl's arm off of her and sends you a concerned look.

You usually never speak like that so she was a bit confused, but it didn't just confuse her, but also you.

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The feeling always came back the next trainings, you also started to notice how whenever you saw the newbie close to your girlfriend you started to get annoyed, even angry sometimes.

"You know she won't disappear no matter how hard you glare at her." You hear a voice speak up next to you.

Turning to the voice, you see Mapi standing there, "I don't know what's happening every time I see her, I just feel weird."

"You are jealous." She states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

This has you thinking, are you really jealous? You never had problems with jealousy before, always on the more laid back side when it came to this. But it would be the only explanation on why you just can't seem to stand her.

"I don't like this feeling." You exclaim.

Hearing her laugh, she throws an arm around you, "I'm pretty sure no one does."

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When the training is called to an end, you make your way over to your girlfriend. Being close enough to be in hearing range, you hear the newbie talking to your girlfriend, "You could come over later maybe? I'm not sure that I understand everything we've done today yet." stepping closer to her.

But before Alexia can answer, you quicken your step, pulling her into a kiss as soon as she is in reach.

It takes her a few seconds to understand what is happening, but when she realizes it's you, she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss.

Lost in your own little bubble, you don't notice the girl leaving unhappy.

Pulling back, she presses one more small kiss on your lips before whispering, "What was that?".

"I just missed you." you say, not wanting to say the true reason behind your reaction.

Hearing the laugh you love so much, you look at her, "You know I would have turned her down, right?"

"I know, I just wanted to make sure the message came across." A blush starting to form on your face.

"It's the first time I saw you jealous, it's cute." she starts to tease you.

"Please stop, I hope I never have to feel that again, it's weird." blush deepening.

"It is, now let's go, I reserved us a table at our favorite restaurant." she says, pulling you in one more kiss before leading you off the field.

Safe to say that the girl avoided you both for a while.

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #alexia putellas imagines #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #espwnt x reader

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silkling · 4 years ago

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Of Rules and Regulations

Of Moments of Life AU

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Chase didn’t understand humans, sometimes. Chief spoke of the importance of following the rules, but fairly often the human let the citizens of Griffin Rock get off with very little punishment in regards to their rule breaking. Yes, he did ticket speeders and illegal parkers, but all too often he would allow people to break the same rule multiple times and would not increase the penalty, as so many human law books suggested was prudent. It confounded him. He did not understand. Were rules not important?

Chase knew they were. Rules were the pillars of a structured society. The Rescue Force, when it had still stood, had been built on rules and order. They had functioned best when the regulations and protocols had been followed…hadn’t they? Unbidden, the police bot found himself remembering Sigma-17’s encounter with the energon eater. He knew what protocol would have dictated, in that circumstance. ‘Do not cease the rescue operation, not until all other options have been exhausted and there is no chance of mission success.’

That was one of the Rescue Bot codes. Had they followed it, they would have pushed past the energon eater to follow the distress signal. Except….Chase knew now that the signal had been a false one. If they had not halted the rescue operation, then Sigma-17 would have continued to try and save bots that did not exist, and would likely have lost one, or more, of its members to the space beast. So in that circumstance, it would have been foolhardy to follow the rules. But…that was an exception, wasn’t it? Surely it was best to follow the rules at any other time?

He was so caught up in his own processor as he went down to the bunker that he didn’t notice when his path led him directly into that of another. Chase let out a surprised shout when he impacted something hard and large, and the force of it, even if he hadn’t been walking fast, enough to make him stumble back and almost trip over his own pedes. Thankfully, a large hand caught his shoulder and righted him quickly. He looked up to thank who had caught him, thinking it to be Boulder since no one else had hands close to that size, only for his voice to die in his throat when his optics met the red gaze of Dreadwing.

“Ah. Dreadwing.” he said, shuffling awkwardly. Dreadwing was another case that made Chase’s processor ache.

Again, he knew what protocol would dictate about the Seeker’s circumstance. A jail cell until a trial could be held. But every time he tried to think of that idea, his spark ached and protested it, and he didn’t know why. It just…didn’t feel right. Dreadwing had done horrible things in the name of the Deception cause. He knew this. The Seeker had even admitted as such. Yet….he didn’t want to go see him punished either. He knew why the flyer had done the things he had. He didn’t understand, not truly, but his reasons had been just, even if his actions had not been. And given what Chase had learned of his Dreadwing and others like him had suffered when they hadn’t been under the Decepticon banner, well. Chase couldn’t see himself demanding recompense. It was hard to. Dreadwing was not a saint, he knew that. But…he wasn’t some violent, sparkles monster either.

“Hello, little one.” The Seeker’s deep rumble tore him from any further spiraling. “You seem troubled.”

Chase opened his mouth to deny it, but his vocalizer faded to static. It clicked as he forced it to reset, the Cybertronian equivalent of clearing one’s throat, and he sagged. “Perhaps.” he agreed.

He thought again of his confusion, and his processor all but screamed with discontent as it struggled to make sense of the data it had been given. He didn’t know who he could talk to about this. None of his teammates were as stringent about rules as he was, and he doubted the humans could grasp out protocol and regulations were practically a part of Chase’s core coding. They weren’t Cybertronian, after all.

Except…

Except Dreadwing had been a high ranking officer in a structured military for longer than modern human civilization has existed. He, of all those Chase could talk to, was the most likely to understand. But could he? The Seeker had once been a Decepticon, so would be even be willing to help?

His mind flashed to Blades, and the way the copter’s rotors had been happily fluttering as he told the team how Dreadwing and he had swapped stories of their brothers, and how the older flyer had taken the younger bot to the back of the island at night for in depth flight lessons. Dreadwing had been a Deception once, true. But he seemed more than willing to help Blades, and Chase found himself praying that that odd fondness wasn’t just for the copter bot.

“Dreadwing.” he straightened his spinal strut, meeting that red gaze head on. “If you would be willing, I would require your advice. There is a matter that is causing me severe distress and my processor is unable to understand the data I have gathered on the topic.”

Dreadwing simply stared at him for a moment, his right wing twitching in a gesture that Chase didn’t know how to interpret. He knew flyers were capable of communicating with their flight appendages. It was why Dreadwing was so attentive to every movement of Blades’s rotors. But he was no flyer, and he didn’t know what that twitch meant.

Thankfully, Dreadwing quickly seemed to realize this, because he instead dipped his helm. “I would be most amenable to help, little one. Perhaps you would prefer to sit somewhere comfortable? I sense this will not be a short discussion.”

Chase nodded his agreement, quickly leading the way to the lounge. He pulled over one of the bot sized beanbags for himself, settling into it comfortably while Dreadwing took a seat on the couch. After a moment of organizing his thoughts, he lifted his gaze. “I am struggling with my core beliefs and understanding whether or not they may be wrong.”

Dreadwing tipped his helm to the side. “I see.” he hummed.

Chase figured he likely would. The Seeker had had to recently shift his entire worldview of where his loyalties lay, after all. “I…have built my understanding of the world and my surroundings on rules. There are rules to everything, I have learned. Not just the laws that govern society, but strict rules of how certain things operate and function within the world. The rules of organic reproduction, for example, or the rules that bind Earth to a cycle of different seasons. These are all set rules that do not break.”

The Seeker hummed. “So I see. Then here does your issue lie?”

“I….” he trailed off, then reset his vocalizer. “Chief Burns consistently lets the people of Griffin Rock off with lesser punishments than he should, if he were following the laws of his society. Just this morning, when he should have given Mr.Harrison a much harsher penalty for once again causing a mass public disturbance, he let him off with merely a word of warning.” The cop bot sounded frustrated. “And there is also…” He looked down. “You. Protocol dictates you should be locked within a cell until such time you can stand trial. But I find myself disliking that idea and I have no desire or intention of actually following through on it. I am aware you have done horrible things in the past, yet my spark insists that you can be given a better chance to make amends here and with your freedom than locked away in a jail cell.” he finished, frustrated and angry with his own lack of understanding.

To his credit, Dreadwing let him finish before he spoke. “I believe I understand now.” he stared hard at the smaller bot. “Rules are important. You are correct about that. In a well functioning, proper society, rules create the pillar upon which order is maintained.”

Chase made a frustrated noise. “Then why-“

Dreadwing cut him off. “However. In such societies, there is also often a deep sense of community. That means there is an understanding among all those within that society that some of the rules that establish their land are more important than others. Vos operated under such a system. The Senate despised us for it, as it meant there were instances in which Vos’s children did not fit into the societal rules they had set for the rest of Cybertron.”

Chase blinked. “But what does that have to do with it?”

“In such a society, where some rules are deemed less important, it is also generally understood that if one breaks those rules they may not necessarily have to face the punishment written by the law as long as no one was harmed. Take speeding, for example. I know one of the citizens on this island does so consistently, and yet Chief Burns only ever gives him a single ticket.”

Chase jerked. “How did you-“

“You rant about that specific man very often, Chase.” the Seeker said dryly. “Now, in that instance, the Chief is in the right. He could ticket the human more, he could jail him for the night, but that would not help matters. Perhaps it would stop him, but it would also build a sense of resentment.”

Chase crossed his arms. “What does that matter?”

“It matters quite a bit.” Dreadwing sighed. “In a society built on a sense of community, like Vos was and like Griffin Rock is, it is not lack of total and complete order that causes things to crack. It is resentment. Vos, this island, they were, and are, both built on the backs of their children’s’ respect and regard for one another. Once that respect and regard is lost, so to are the foundations that make Griffin Rock a community.” he explained.

Chase blinked. “Chief…does not penalize the citizens of the island more harshly because they are a community?”

Dreadwing hummed. “Precisely.” he agreed. “Without the proper community, it would not truly be Griffin Rock. As such, the people of the island have an unspoken understanding that, so long as no one is harmed when something goes wrong or when someone breaks a rule, then it does no harm to let them off with a lesser punishment.”

“Or even no punishment at all?”

“Or even no punishment at all.” Dreadwing seemed pleased that Chase was starting to understand. “As for the second half of your concerns…I do understand that as well. You are correct. Any legal system would demand my incarceration. However, one must also look at the specific circumstances.” he leaned back. “I cannot tell you how you should think on the matters of my crimes and the penalties I should face. That is not a decision that is mine to make.”

Chase blinked, then sagged and nodded. “I know. And the fact that you are not trying to sway my opinion says much more about your willingness to make things right than any long term imprisonment could, I believe.”

Dreadwing chuckled. “Thank you, little one. I will do my best not to misplace your faith. Primus saw fit to gift me a second chance and the opportunity to make amends. I will still avenge my brother one day, but I will not squander what I have been given here.”

Chase smiled despite himself. “Good.” Then his expression dropped a little, and he looked down. “What about in societies that are not built on community? Are rules not important there?”

Dreadwing tilted his helm. “Hm.” he narrowed red optics. “That is a more complicated matter. If the society functions and all within it are content, then yes, I suppose the rules would be important. But that is not often the case. Before the War, Cybertron functioned under strict rules, but it was in fact those same rules that caused so much suffering.”

Chase looked at the Seeker in confusion. “I…was aware of the discontent. I knew the lower castes were struggling. But how bad was it exactly?”

Dreadwing tilted his helm up. “The root of the problems lay in Functionism itself, little one. It was a plague. The Rescue Force, by some odd miracle, was not affected by Functionism. They believed that as long as a Bot was willing to train, then any frame-type could be used in rescues, as there was not only one kind of rescue and some would require unorthodox frame abilities.” the Seeker sighed heavily. “However, the rest of Cybertron was not so lucky.” Fingers drummed against the couch, and the Seeker was silent as he considered his next words. “Your teammate, the little bulldozer? Had he not been a Rescue Bot, then the rules of Functionism would have forced him to be a construction worker, whether he wished it or not. And if he did not bend to his function, then the Senate would have punished him severely and they would have been allowed by law to do so.”

Chase went still, optics wide. He couldn’t imagine that happening to Boulder. He knew what sort of punishment Dreadwing was talking about. Anything from jail to…empurata. He shuddered as the thought crossed his processor. He couldn’t imagine Boulder, warm, soft-sparked Boulder forced to bare the markers of empurata. That penalty was too much. Even he had been aware of that much of the Senate’s darkness, even if he hadn’t understood how bad it had truly been.

“I….see.” he whispered.

And he was starting to. Rules had defined his life up unto now, but…his life had dramatically changed, and so had to the rules that defined it. Perhaps it was time he changed his own understanding of rules as well. He looked up to meet Dreadwing’s gaze, standing up from his beanbag. “I…thank you, Dreadwing.” he said gratefully. “I do not understand fully, but I believe I will eventually. You have given me much to think about. Your advise….it was much appreciated.”

Dreadwing too, stood. He nodded at the littler bot, and Chase found his spark was starting to hammer at the thought that this, whatever is was, was going to end. “Movie!” he blurted.

At Dreadwing’s confused stare, he reset his vocalizer. “I would like to share something of mine with you, now that you’ve shared your advice with me. If you’d be open to it. Blades has shown you his favorite Earth entertainment, and if you would not be opposed than I would like to show you mine.” he said, and despite himself he couldn’t keep the hopeful note from his voice.

Dreadwing seemed to catch on to his true intentions, because the Seeker had a knowing glint in his optics. There was a brief silence as the flyer considered, then his helm dipped in acquiescence. “I would be interested in seeing what it is that garners your enjoyment, young one.” he agreed, retaking his seat on one end of the couch.

Chase relaxed, and was quick to set up the movie and grab the remote. It was the first movie in his favorite series of detective films. This series wasn’t quite as silly as some of the others, and some of the crimes were genuinely thought provoking. Chase was hoping Dreadwing would appreciate the moral complexity. He moved to the beanbag as the movie started up, and paused to glance at the empty space next to Dreadwing. After only a moment of hesitation, he pulled the beanbag to the nook where it was usually kept with the others like it, then went to take the empty seat on the couch. Dreadwing only shot him a glance, but did nothing else before returning his attention to the film.

After the movie had progressed, Chase felt his frame shift slightly, instinctively seeking out the warmth and closeness of the larger frame by his side. His shoulder pressed into Dreadwing’s arm, and when he realized what he’d done he tensed and made to pull away. Only…Dreadwing didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the large Seeker only shifted his position, freeing up space for Chase to rest more comfortably against his side. After a second’s thought, the police bot did so, tucking in against the larger Cybertronian and enjoying the quiet closeness. Cybertronians were a social species after all, and physical touch was just as important to them as it was to the humans.

Dreadwing didn’t drape his arm around the youngling, as he did whenever Blades burrowed in close to him. He seemed to understand that it would make Chase more uncomfortable than relaxed, because he simply kept it tucked back so that Chase was leaning back on it as he curled into the Seeker’s side.

The movie progressed, and Chase found his processor settling more and more as time went on. Eventually, the usually loud data processing that flowed through his mind quieted to a gentle buzz, and he felt himself relaxing against the frame of the older Cybertronian he’d tucked himself into. He still had a lot he had to figure out, but now he was more certain of one thing.

He would enjoy having Dreadwing around. The Seeker wasn’t quite so bad, after all.

In fact, Chase thought, frame and processor at peace with each other for the first time since Sigma-17 had departed Cybertron on that fateful mission. In fact, I think I truly do enjoy having him here. He feels…he feels like family.

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And here we have the second installment in the “of moments in life” AU! No Blades this time, but there is Dreadwing and Chase bonding! Chase is starting to accept that not all is black and white, and Dreadwing is starting to find a new place and purpose for himself. Also, he’s a dad now. He just hasn’t really realized it yet.

I hope everyone enjoyed that! I had a lot of fun with it! There’s going to be more of this in the future, so if y’all wanna make sure you don’t miss the updates and whatnot, follow the “of moments in life au” tag.

I’ll see you all in the next fic. Until next time, friends!

#tfp #tranformers prime #rescue bots #tfp dreadwing #Dreadwing #rescue bots chase #Dreadwing lives #chase is having a moral crises #Dreadwing helps #chase and Dreadwing bond #chase has a new dad now! :D #of moments in life au #maccadam

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princessmadafu · 5 years ago

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That Book (excuse the long post)

I didn't want to jump into the fray without first thinking over the published extracts of FF and the various critiques and synopses in the press. I'd just like to send huge thanks to YankeeWallee and everyone that YW herself thanks for the collated screenshots of the excerpts and RoyahNikkah's review. I'll do what the rest of you do and state here that these are my personal opinions and anything quoted comes under "fair usage", etc. Long live free speech!

My over-riding reaction is, what an absolute pile of lies, lies and more lies. Starting with Scobie's sources, of which he says there are at least two per nugget of information. I believe most of the book has come directly or indirectly from MM herself, and that any "sources" have MM's blessing, sanction or outright order to disclose. FaceTiming in the bath? How would Scobie know? Unless he was in the bath with her, this can only have come from herself or the friend being FaceTimed. There is too much of a highly personal nature for it to be Scobie's own investigative work. So there's the first lie, straight from the weirdly-toothy Sussexy horse's mouth; of course she collaborated!

Some of us had our reservations right from the start of Harry and MM's relationship, but we were prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt and join in the welcome of a biracial, divorced American actress. Right-wing, left-wing, a-political or not-royally-bothered, we all thought, Let's give the pair a chance to see what they can do.

How about this article from Spiked on the engagement of Harry & MM from 2017:

Meghan Markle: Generation Woke's Princess Diana - spiked

"...look no further than the fawning response to the engagement of Prince Harry and American actress Meghan Markle – one of those rare occasions in which both the Telegraph editorial team and the identity-politics set erupted in simultaneous celebration."

How quickly the celebration wore off as the pair of them squandered our goodwill. Another article from Spiked from July 2019, less than two years later, is harsher, when we've all been insulted, preached at and condemned as racists by PH&MM:

Meghan Markle is the worst kind of snob - spiked

"With the possible exception of a few sad social outcasts, no one has a problem with the fact that Meghan’s mum just happens to be black. No, Meghan is criticised for being snobby, elitist, hopelessly out of touch and possessing all the self-awareness of a flea. It’s not Meghan’s skin colour that annoys people, but the fact that she thinks nothing of donning an outfit that costs more than most people in the UK earn in a year and then getting her minders to order the public not to take photos of her. [...] There are heaps of reasons for people not just to criticise Meghan and Harry, but to ridicule their hypocrisy and puncture their pomposity. And not one involves the colour of Meghan’s skin. Meghan comes in for criticism because she is the worst kind of snob who condescends to tell others not just what to do, but also what to think. The fact that she is biracial is completely irrelevant. Of course, there is an obvious solution for Harry and Meghan if they do not like the public attention and criticism. Harry could denounce his claim to the throne. They could give up the titles, move out of the palaces and fund their own lifestyle. I can’t for the life of me imagine why they don’t."

Prescient, no? Six months later and they announce they're off. She played him like a fiddle. The raptures she went into over Botswana and wanting the spend the summer? Did she feed his fantasies of moving to Africa permanently? How strange that Africa became Canada, which then became Los Angeles? Strange my perky little bottom! She had this planned all along. I don't know if PH is with her over there, but she certainly seems to be feeding the illusion that she is now Hollywood Royalty. If she couldn't cut real Royalty, she definitely won't cut the LaLaLand version which is a lot less restrained in voicing its opinions of jumped-up wannabes. Especially the Markly ones who cut, dump, run and show no loyalty or staying power.

The following points, in no particular order, are mostly from an assortment of DM writers and comments from members of the public.

"The book claims the so-called ‘old guard’ tried to undermine the couple and ‘were concerned that the global interest in and popularity of the Sussexes needed to be reined in’." A little self-aggrandisement here, possibly? Global interest, maybe, of the rubber-necking car crash variety, but global popularity? When was that, exactly? Royal staff are all well aware that the purpose of the Royals is to support HMTQ; that is their job. If the Sussexes needed reining in at all, it was because they weren't doing their job properly.

"Harry and Meghan believed ‘few inside the palace were looking out for their interests’ and felt that most courtiers could not be trusted with their sensitive information." Ditto, the courtiers' job is to look out for the interests of HMTQ; PH&MM's job was to look out for the interests of HMTQ, not themselves.

"They believed that these ‘men in grey suits’ were stifling their attempts to launch their initiatives, and when they tried to air these frustrations ‘the conversations didn’t lead anywhere’." I mean, come on! PH is 6th in line. He knows that. There is no "they" involved here - it's all MM again, isn't it, thinking she's more important because she's more popular and she famously gets what she wants... She thought she could snap her fingers and make whatever she wanted happen. She ignored the hierarchy and the protocols, and probably (I suspect) got dimwit Harry believing that she knew best, and that together they could change the world.

"One source said Harry felt that some of the old guard at the palace ‘simply didn’t like Meghan and would stop at nothing to make her life difficult’." I can well believe that staff at the palace didn't like her - she showed her true colours quite early on - but deliberately making her life difficult? I suspect this is what MM told Harry. Twisted the truth, naturally. I'm guessing she made a few ridiculous OTT demands, or wanted some unworkable project, and the staff, knowing their jobs as they do, tried to point out the flaws in her ideas, prevent her making a fool of herself, or otherwise politely protect her from herself. Goodness knows, she made a fool of herself often enough, barging in front and all that...

"The book concludes that Meghan was ‘totally foreign’ to this group of advisers, who ‘could sometimes be even more conservative than the institution they guarded’." They were guarding an institution with over a thousand years of history from someone with neither understanding of nor respect for British history, the Monarchy, or the duties of the RF; and she made no effort to learn.

"Another insider said: ‘The fact is that Meghan was welcomed with open arms and everyone did their best to offer their help about how to navigate such a tricky public role – advice she would often choose to ignore." The arrogance of the woman! And she was welcomed. She just believed that she knew best.

"Omid Scobie said Meghan’s high-profile career as an actress and the fact that she was a divorcee left her ‘ripe for exploitation’." High-profile career, mwah! Actress, mwah! Divorcee, so what? Charles and Camilla are both divorce/es, Anne is a divorcee, so is Andrew, and a whole bunch of other lesser royals. As for being ripe for exploitation, I think we all know how this panned out and MM wasn't the one being exploited! Far from it. She milked every opportunity and opening her new title and her new husband could bring her.

"During one of their final engagements as senior royals, Meghan was ‘purposefully snubbed’ by Kate in front of a global TV audience, the authors claim." Well now, where to start on this one? MM threw a hissy fit because she wasn't allowed to walk in the procession with HMTQ, C&C and DDoC. The DDoC decided to appease MM by pulling out of the procession and taking their seats. Now I don't know what DDoC thought about that but I can just imagine them comparing MM's behaviour with that of their own beautifully behaved kids. I can just imagine them thinking thank God she'll be gone soon! I doubt there was any purposeful snubbing at the service but MM has no manners and no idea how to behave, not even in church. The DDoC are too well brought-up to "carry on" in a place of worship, nor would they lean across seats for a happy little chat, just a quick turn round for a friendly word with Edward and Sophie immediately behind them before the arrival of C&C and HMTQ. Churches are not places to be gossiping and grinning inanely, and you definitely don't push your way through the chairs when the service is over! She is so rude and ill-mannered.

"The book claims Meghan and Kate’s ‘cordial but distant rapport’ was apparent when the pair appeared alongside each other at the King Power Royal Charity Polo Day last summer." I don't remember the dates exactly, but I should think by this time DoC was well and truly fed up with MM's shenanigans; the doe-eyes she'd been pulling at PW, the rumours she and the SS had been fanning about PW and une petite liaison with a long-time friend... Cordial but distant was probably the best MM could hope for at this stage; DoC was hardly about to play Happy Families with the troublemaker.

"The couple were dismayed when no photograph of them and their son Archie was displayed during the Queen’s Christmas speech last year." It was quite clear that the photos on display represented the direct line of succession, from HMTQ's father through to her great-grandson - five generations of the Monarchy. I truly believe that MM wanted to "modernise" the RF to such an extent that PH would be elected King! With MM at his side, dripping in all the jewels she could get her greedy mitts on! I realise it must be hard for PH to get to grips with his status as "Pretty Much Relegated Former Spare", but she must have been really feeding his insecurities if she got him upset about the absence of a photograph.

"Prince Harry was the first to say 'I love you' in his relationship with Meghan Markle, with friends revealing the couple were 'immediately obsessed' with each other, according to the latest extract of a bombshell biography." Oooh, how would Scobie know something as intimate as this? Immediately obsessed with each other, I can well believe; MM with his status, title, money, the palaces, the jewels... and she reeled him into her fantasy world with lies and perfectly posed KamaSutra yoga until he was obsessed with this chameleon woman, at the same time both mother-figure and hot, sexy, adoring, sophisticated, intelligent, humanitarian animal lover. Oh the lies, the lies; "Will you walk into my parlour, said the Spider to the Fly."

"They enjoyed a romantic dinner, with staff taking great pains to ensure their privacy, whisking them in through a staff entrance usually used to bring in fish discreetly." This is their second date at SoHo House, and again, how would Scobie know little details unless MM had told him herself? I like the hint of shade by the writer noting that the entrance was used to bring in fish discreetly - there's definitely something fishy about MM!

How about some comments from DM readers?

"Every single shameless self-serving tabloid "leak" and publicity stunt she has orchestrated has backfired specularly. Hence why Harry has gone from beloved military man and active working Royal to a national embarrassment within two short years! Her efforts at aggressive self-promotion are no match for her lack of talent or perspective in that area. She could have heeded advice from other, more dedicated Royals, but No. Meghan knew better and decided that she was deserving of instant worship fit for her 'celebrity' expectations. The Duchess of Cambridge has earned respect over years with quiet dedication to her causes. Meghan felt entitled to all the glory instantly, and was clearly slighted to learn that respect is not something to be commanded. She is a culture vulture with no respect or understanding of the very people that she promised to represent." [Jace T Adams]

"The narrative of the relationship is laughable. Everyone knows they first met in Canada when Harry was there for Invictus. He needed a girl for the night and Meghan was arranged for him. She must have been impressive as they had a date the next day and the rest is history." [Lady M]

"You can't work with someone you don't trust and these two have proven untrustworthy." [ellegrav]

I have no inside information on any of above, but people better placed than I am are making similar judgments on the contents of FF; people who've spent their working lives following and reporting on the RF.

"The Queen’s former press secretary Dickie Arbiter told the Mail: ‘I think it has their fingerprints all over it. We had a similar scenario in 1992 when Diana swore blind she hadn’t helped Andrew Morton and yet a year later it came out that she had indirectly helped him so history is repeating itself. ‘There are too many things that we have seen in the serialisation that could only come from the horse’s mouth, like deciding to gatecrash Sandringram when they landed from Canada."

And Jan Moir: JAN MOIR on the Meghan and Harry biography that has put ...

What did the pair of them want or expect? Top billing, it seems. What is remarkable is that Harry’s whole life and entire upbringing have been devoted and calibrated to him being a prince. Surely he understands how it works? Surely he could have explained the system to his vexed new bride? Primarily, that being royal is a form of active service, with ranks and a hierarchy so uncomplicated that schoolchildren throughout the realm understand the line of succession and its importance to the Windsors — and to us.

And Robert Hardman: ROBERT HARDMAN: Harry and Meghan are ... - dailymail.co.uk

Yet Finding Freedom is a struggle against protocol and seating plans. It is based on the perceived unfairness of a pecking order which has governed — and preserved — the monarchy for 1,000 years.

We can't all be wrong!

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aqvarius · 5 years ago

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[REVIEW] Her Love in the Force: Shusuke Soma - Who I Once Was

Guys, I’m supposed to be dieting during this quarantine period but Voltage is keeping me FED with all this new amazing Soma content.

HLITF fans, we have been blessed with amazing Soma content recently. Soma’s S3 Love’s Battlefield route was probably one of, if not the, most memorable HLITF routes I’ve ever played. I also adored his PoV despite it not covering all the moments that I personally wanted to read. (I understand disappointment over it, but I found that the bonus scenes they gave us made up for it, and it allows me to play with my own imagination a bit and potentially write up some fic for the scenes not in his PoV hehe.)

Like the manic Soma fan that I am, I had to IMMEDIATELY buy and read this route. I love him so much I am willing to do anything just to understand him even a little bit better. To my delight, I’m not even a little bit disappointed. And the route even made me spend 300 more coins to buy Goto’s Episode 0 so well done Voltage lol.

I will summarise my thoughts on this story and then get into some more detail in the cut below. With that said, if you know Soma’s back story already, there isn’t much information to spoil. But I’ll leave some of the more surprising details under the cut.

This story shows us an unfamiliar Soma. This is a Soma that is far colder than even when we first meet him as a Special Instructor at the Academy. He battles with his conflict over his future and what he feels like his life’s purpose is, which is all sparked over his sister Kurume’s comment that she sees him as a hero. Throughout the route, he struggles with aimlessness and his futile attempts to investigate the metro gas attack even while doing his work in the Criminal Affairs/Investigations department, where he becomes the mentor for new recruits Ichiyanagi and Goto. That’s RIGHT, we finally get the Soma/Goto/Ichiyanagi Criminal Affairs dynamics that I have been waiting for years for ever since finding out that they all worked there together! (The only thing missing is Hayase but I guess he’s from a different timeline lol).

This is something that makes the route super enjoyable to read because we get to see a Soma who isn’t as gentle and reticent as the one we know. He’s a bit colder, a bit harsher, and has less tolerance for antics. We also see Soma as a mentor before he became an instructor and it’s so cool to realise that Goto and Subaru are so capable partially because of the harsh but fair mentoring of Soma and the way that he’s not only drilled the fundamentals of police work into them but also supported them emotionally through the trials of losing a loved one. This route really helps you understand why Goto has so much trust and respect for Soma (and I’d like to see more Soma/Subaru interactions!)

We also get to see Kurume for what I believe is the first time, which is incredible to be able to put a face to the name. I am such a sucker for big brother Shusuke and seeing more of his life with Kurume really adds depth to our understanding of his character and why/how losing him has made him lose perspective of his own life and identity.

(I don’t know if I can explain in words how devastated seeing the two of them together made me feel...)

The route also gave some more insight into the Goto/Kazuki situation which was used really well to offset Soma’s own situation regarding vengeance and unresolved grief. We also get to see more of the relationship between Soma and Goto and how much Goto respects him as a senpai even though Goto transferred to Public Safety first (on the recommendation of a certain elite ;)). There are also some great Ishigami/Soma moments which I’ll elaborate on under the cut, as well as some things I discovered while cross referencing between this story and Goto’s Who I Once Was.

I love that there’s a theme running throughout the story, which is about defining a hero. This is a crucial question which underpins Soma’s incessant yet pointless attempts to figure out his identity and purpose in life. I love that we begin to see him figuring out what being a hero means to him and that Goto’s own grief and slow road to recovery, and the way that he’s affected Goto’s life, is what sets him on this path towards figuring out where to go from here on out. This path is then what leads him to his MC, who we can see is someone who grabs him by the hand and pulls him ever forward.

To put it briefly, this is a route you’ll enjoy if you love Team Ishigami. You get to see both Soma and Goto pre-trauma (you get to see a younger Goto than in his own episode 0), but then you see both of them forced to confront grief head-on, and then you can see how they both help each other to move forward in their own subtle ways. This story also showcases the best of Ishigami, a man who is collected and analytical but is always thinking of how he can help those around him who are hurt. Like how Ishigami and Kaga are saved by Namba, I would say that Soma saves Goto, then Goto returns the favour, and then Ishigami saves them both.

Keep reading under the cut to see my further thoughts on Soma: Who I Once Was. I provide extra details about the story and provide some analysis on his relationships with his colleagues and his MC with lots of screenshots for evidence!

Okay so first off: Soma’s parents are ALIVE??? Why have we never met them?! You would think that they would come to Kurume’s grave on Soma’s birthday to see their children at least. For some reason I genuinely thought it was just him and Kurume but no it turns out that he’s had parents this whole time?! Either way, it’s so wonderful getting to see Soma’s home life from back when he was a teenager.

In the past, I’ve made joking comments about Soma being confused over familial and romantic love and wondering if he just cares for his MC like he cares for Kurume because how can you have sex with someone and then still wonder if you just care for them like a SISTER. But this story definitely helped me understand his mindset a bit better and why he sees similarities between his MC and his sister.

So I think we’ve discovered quite early on that Soma’s sister died on his 19th birthday. We also see scenes of them when Kurume is in high school and already having to fill out forms about her future. So she would be 15 at the very least while Shu would have been probably in his first year of uni? I think he’s mentioned that Kurume and his MC would be around the same age but I was really reminded of that in this route.

Honestly it devastated me to read that conversation because her future was just stripped away from her like that. And to see her get all excited about all the possibilities her future held just wrecked me emotionally. She was considering being a florist or a baker or a pharmacist. She would have been around the same age as the MC :’( To see Shu suggest that Kurume could consider studying agriculture made my heart ache because it made me think of how much care Soma puts into maintaining his plants and how much it means to him that his MC takes care of them for him when he can’t, especially because that’s what Kurume did. I also now believe that Soma is so invested in doing whatever it takes to guide his MC towards the best possible future for her because it’s his way of almost atoning for Kurume never being able to live out her dreams and future.

So rather than mistaking familial and romantic/sexual love, I think it’s rather that Soma sees his MC as symbolic of how his sister might have grown up. Rather than thinking of his MC as his sister, he wonders if he’s just fond of her because she’s similar to how she might have been, sort of like how you might make friends more easily with people that remind you of other friends or siblings/people close to you. That’s why he gets so confused when he feels more beyond just affection and can’t control his emotions, because he’s never felt love beyond just worrying and wanting the best for someone until his MC.

On a side note, Soma did a 4 year degree at a university before joining the police academy? What did he study?!?! I want to know!!!!!

I also love that we got to see Soma not really wanting to be a mentor. We get to see him at his most candid, and at a time in his life where he’s still figuring himself out and doesn’t have any goals except for getting to the bottom of the Crimson Wings case. So when he has to take two rambunctious young men under his wing, it’s so amusing to see how much they annoy him at first with their bickering. In the main stories, we only really get to see a bit of this when he deals with Kurosawa but when he does that, it’s kind of jokey and snarky but man Subaru and Goto really pissed him off at times LOL. Like I mentioned, we’ve only seen him as a seasoned instructor who goes out of his way to help you develop, but he is so reluctant to look after these kids at first. He calls them goons, the gruesome twosome, annoying, a pain in the ass… It’s so funny seeing this side of Soma.

I did think it was so cute that Subaru immediately jumped to calling him Shu and Goto was so polite and called him Soma-san but then somewhere down the line ended up calling him Shu as well (which is what he still calls him to this day. I would literally DIE to see some present-day Subaru/Soma interactions – will someone who’s played Goto’s Adversaries let me know if the two of them interact? Subaru is so alpha male especially now, I’d love to see him defer to Soma in the present day.) It was also so cute that they tried to throw him a birthday party (but also very tragic because his birthday is also the anniversary of Kurume’s death and none of them knew that).

I also loved seeing Soma’s response to Kazuki’s death and the way that Goto’s loss and Soma’s loss kind of play off each other. He knows how it feels to lose a loved one, he’s been dealing with the repercussions of it for at least around 5 years at this point with frankly very little progression. If Goto was not able to move forward because he was stuck in time, Soma is not able to move forward because he is lost. Goto’s grieving puts in in a static place where he can’t move, but Soma’s grieving has him constantly moving, but without direction. He’s haunted by Kurume’s words and even says as much: “I had no idea where I was supposed to go… I just let myself float along”.

This is why Soma scolds him both in his own story and in Goto’s story, and it is Soma’s experience that allows him to guide Goto towards his growth. It’s also (at least partially) because of Soma that Goto ends up in Public Safety.

Ishigami approaches Soma for an evaluation of Goto, stating that “students raised by an elite teacher are elite themselves”. Soma’s evaluation sets the stage for Goto to eventually be able to confront his grief and develop as an undercover specialist through Ishigami’s guidance; Goto even calls him his “benefactor”. In Goto’s story, he says “It has to be him. The one who found me on the neon-lit street” and Goto then mentions a line about being blinded by revenge that I’m pretty certain is something that Soma said during their nighttime (and thus presumably neon-lit) back alley chat. So I’m not 100% certain who Goto has in mind but 95% he’s thinking about Soma, especially since he later thanks him for the transfer.

We know that Soma essentially helps Goto without trying because he’s confused when Goto calls him his benefactor. In evaluating Goto to Ishigami and cornering him in that dark alley, without even knowing it, Soma effectively helps to push Goto into facing his future – the two facets that Goto says makes someone a hero.

We also discover that Soma is recruited to Public Safety through a recommendation by Goto, who is presumably “the elite who nominated” him. I love that if Soma pushes the frozen-in-time Goto into moving forward, Goto helps the lost Soma begin to find some direction.

For years, Soma has been chasing this elusive concept of “being a hero” without even knowing what that means, which is why he never gets closer to fulfilment, because he doesn’t know what it’s supposed to be like to “feel like a hero”. No matter what he himself does, he is never able to see himself as a hero either because he couldn’t prevent the death of the one person he wanted to save. I will say probably that the thing that first changed Soma into making him feel like he has more sense of purpose in becoming one step closer to the “hero” that Kurume said he was is that Goto basically called him his hero. I think it’s so special because here we can really see the links drawn between Goto’s life, Soma’s life, and the narrative theme of being a “hero”.

Something that I thought was missing was how Goto (and potentially Subaru?) finds out about Soma’s past. We never see him tell him about it, but I wonder if that’s the reason why he nominates Soma to join Public Safety? We know that Ishigami knows about it, but I think Goto would probably have found out through Soma himself?

On another note, I actually wondered why Soma, Goto and Kurosawa all have fairly similar strategies and strengths as detectives while Kaga and Shinonome have more specific specialties. Now I realise it’s because Goto trained under Soma, and Kurosawa trained under both Goto and Soma.

These two routes made me realise that Goto needed Soma, Soma needed Goto, and they both needed Ishigami and Public Safety in order to be able to keep walking forward without being trapped in neverending grief. I just need to talk for a little bit about how incredible Ishigami is. Ishigami’s judgement in picking his team is amazing. The fact that he finds these people who have personal vendettas who are working covertly and independently to achieve vengeance and then sees how they evaluate each other shows that he is actively building a team that respects each other and work well together. He sees that they have the skills for Public Safety work but also that they have personal issues that Public Safety can help them deal with, and then he does everything he can to help them attain their peace. Ishigami is unbelievably supportive. He works quietly and diligently within the system to get his subordinates to where they need to be and I LOVE THAT SO MUCH.

Okay with all this said, I cross referenced between Goto’s Episode 0 and Soma’s Episode 0 and found some timeline discrepancies? Right after Kazuki’s death, we know Goto spends a while completely depressed until Subaru drags him up to go to Kazuki’s funeral. Then after her funeral, he becomes obsessed with working independently to try to avenge her death. This goes on for long enough (weeks) that Soma has to corner him in a back alley to lecture him (which by the way happens surprisingly often with Soma lol). Goto transfers to Public Safety soon after Kazuki’s funeral. We know this because he transfers and we see him start doing work for Ishigami but when he goes to see her grave and Subaru says that he’s transferring to SP department, this happens on the monthiversary of Kazuki’s death (not even her funeral). Then, it says that Soma transfers to Public Safety a few weeks after Goto’s transfer (meaning it would have happened within a couple months at most after Kazuki’s death).

In Soma’s route, we know that he goes to see Goto a few weeks after Iijima (Kazuki)’s funeral with the bananas. This occurs while Goto is still at Criminal Affairs because Soma references “the other day” when Soma lectures him about his personal life getting in the way of his job. I’m assuming this happens after the back alley lecture when Goto has returned to normal life for that one week before he gets called to transfer to Public Safety. However, later Soma, still working in Criminal Affairs, says “Years have passed, but the one responsible for [Kazuki’s] case wasn’t caught”. This suggests that Soma was still at Criminal Affairs for years after Goto’s transfer to Public Safety rather than weeks? So what’s the TRUTH?

I also just briefly want to gush about how much I love the CG. We see those typical important Soma elements (his hair and the bonsai) but I just love the look on his face. I mean he looks impossibly handsome, but he looks so serious and determined while at the same time still lacking the warmth that we see in later CGs that he only develops after meeting his MC. Am I reading too much into this? Maybe, but let me PRETEND.

Finally, I want to end my thoughts on how this relates to his relationship with his MC. Soma says that she’s helped him to face the future. As I previously discussed, I genuinely believe that part of this is because his MC lets him see glimpses of what Kurume could have been. Soma is attracted to her brightness, her bravery, her diligence, her conviction and her optimism. (He also starts enjoying everyday life with her when they pose as a married couple and let’s not forget that he does find her physically attractive even before he falls in love/realises he’s in love lol). But more significantly, I feel like this is because of how important he is to her.

Soma has previously said that he doesn’t trust Public Safety, but for some reason they seem to trust him. This reveals that he’s not sure of what his value is to his department or to his colleagues. While he has moved forward, he’s still working towards being that “someone who pushes you to face the future” and “helps people without trying”. Even though Goto basically implies that Soma is the one who has helped him face his future, Soma sort of interrupts so he doesn’t explicitly voice it. However, when his MC confesses how important he is to her with that unwavering conviction of hers, I believe in that moment he suddenly realises his own worth. His MC, who in some ways is a vicarious symbol of Kurume’s potential, helps him see that he has already been a “hero” to those he has saved through his Public Safety work and to his colleagues. This, combined with her trust in his colleagues and them actually coming to the rescue, is what makes Soma able to trust his colleagues. Because he finally knows his own worth, he can finally see how significant he is to his colleagues and how far they would go for him. I think this is also what makes him believe in Public Safety as an institution. For years, he’s been unable to trust or forgive Public Safety because of what happened to Kurume, but now he can finally see that they as an institution have actually helped people and saved people’s lives, and this is partially due to his own involvement.

Finally, the last facet of his relationship with his MC that I want to talk about is how mutually important their relationship is. I’ve already discussed how his MC sees him as a hero by those guidelines that Goto helped him set down, but by those same guidelines, his MC is also his hero. I mean first off, he first became conscious of her as a woman when she gave a ridiculous display of bravery. But more importantly, if a hero is someone who helps people without trying and someone who pushes you to face the future, she has done both of those for him. He says so himself: “With her, I think I can focus on the future and moving forward”. And she has helped him just by being herself. This theme really comes to a head when she literally throws away her own future to help him finally get closure. When he decides to cut his hair, he says this:

“I’ll make the cut, draw the distinction between the past and the future, because I love them both.

I have to let go of what I’ve lost and look to what I can still gain.”

He learns this because of her.

Soma: Who I Once Was is an incredible story that really helped me to understand my favourite character’s psyche, history and relationships just a little bit more. For that, I’m so thrilled and so grateful. I’m so pleased at the quality of this content and all the insight it provides, and I’m excited to see how Soma and his relationships continue to grow and develop in the future.

#shusuke soma #seiji goto #hideki ishigami #subaru ichiyanagi #her love in the force #hlitf #voltage #voltage inc #voltage otome #otome game #otome blog #otome romance #love 365 #love 365 find your story #snow writes #review

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omnivorousshipper · 5 years ago

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What if the Shaw siblings didn’t know eachother, and they met in MI6 but Deck still eventually takes them as his sibs

I... I...

You're breaking my heart here, friend!

The Shaw siblings being related is like a universal truth!

However...

(Also, I was kind of in a funk tonight, so thank you for the lovely prompt friend)

Looking down at the two files of the newest recruits, Deckard let out a sigh. These two were being assigned to him to be trained, and he wasn't sure if he was happy that he got the most competent of the bunch. Or he apparently got the most confrontational ones

Owen had done several years in the military and had risen in the ranks very quickly, with a long list of successful missions

But, he seemed to have a problem working in a team. Sure, he could lead, but the issue came when he was the one given the orders

And then there was Hattie

She had been the very top of her class at university and had flown through the entry level training MI6 required. But, she had started several fights along the way with not only her fellow trainees, but with every other person in charge of her training

Rubbing his temples, Deckard just hoped to god that the two of them wouldn't fight each other or him when he took them under his wing for most specialized training

~~~

Stepping into the training room, Deckard looked around for his recruits.

He could see several of the other trainers already scooping their own up and picking out a place in the room to talk

Finally, Deckard's eyes landed on Owen, who seemed to be taunting another recruit

"Think you're a hot shot just because your uncle is in the royal guard?" Owen sneered, leaning into the other guy's face

"No, but I'm thinking you're a right arse!" The other growled

"Oi! Knock it off." Deckard barked, strolling up to the pair. Their heads snapped over to him. "Owen, with me. Now."

Owen sent one more glare to the other recruit before falling in step with Deckard

"So, you're the amazing Deckard Shaw I've been hearing about." Owen said, looking at Deckard out of the corner of his eye. Deckard ignored the look and the way Owen seemed to straight his back and make himself even taller than Deckard

"Yep." Deckard grunted. He didn't have the patience for this. Luckily, it was just as easy to find Hattie

She was the one trying to choke out a guy with her thighs

He heard Owen let out a whistle at the sight

"Impressive." He muttered

Deckard just rolled his eyes

"Oi!" He yelled. Hattie looked up at him with an innocent expression

"Is there a problem?" She asked sweetly

Deckard looked at her blandy

Owen snorted in amusement next to him

"Just get off the wanker and follow me." Deckard said flatly

She tightened her thighs for a second but finally released the man, who coughed and glared

"You're not going reprimand her?" He hissed at Deckard

"No. Now get off the floor. You look pathetic." He sneered at the man. Turning to Owen and Hattie, he sent them a firm look. "You two, follow me."

Without a second glance, he pushed past them to the other side of the large room. He could hear both of their footsteps behind him and their whispering about how Hattie could perfect her fighting techniques

It was going to be a long day

~~~

When they weren't pestering him about his own career at MI6, Owen and Hattie actually seemed to be great recruits.

They could almost keep up with his physical training, and while they were very cocky about espionage, they understood it

"Alright you two, let's take a break." Deckard finally told them. They both had each other pinned on the ground, neither backing down. "Go eat and come back in an hour."

Walking away from them, Deckard could hear Owen ask:

"Want to get Greek? I know a place near by."

"Sure."

Well, at least Deckard didn't have to deal with those two fighting.

Watching Owen and Hattie, he could see that Owen appreciated having people who could keep up with his intellect and wit. While Hattie seemed to relax around those that didn't look down on her and her skills

They were definitely the black sheep of the new recruits, but Deckard had a feeling that's why they gave them to him

He wasn't normally a trainer, but when they're was a difficult recruit MI6 wanted to keep but their regular trainers couldn't keep in line, they called him

And they were right to. Owen and Hattie would have wiped the floor with anyone else

And they wouldn't even have to touch someone to have them in tears

~~~

After enjoying his own lunch, Deckard came back to find Owen and Hattie talking admittedly, excitement on their faces. When he walked up to them, they turned to him

"Is it true you actually killed a guy with a pen?"

"Or that you broke in the palace just to pet the queen's corgis?"

Deckard blinked in surprise at the wave of questions sent his way. Holding up his hand, they fell quiet

"First, we're not here to talk about my file. Second, that's all confidential, so don't even think about looking any of it up." That last part was accompanied with a sharp glare. He knew Hattie graduated with a degree in computer science and knew how to hack. And Owen could squeeze info out of anyone

They both pouted at him

Rolling his eyes, he continued their training

~~~

After that first day, both Owen and Hattie seemed to follow him around like ducklings. They were always pestering him about his accomplishments, and when he shut that down, they would ask questions on how to improve their own techniques.

In the three months Deckard trained them, he learned a lot about the two

Owen couldn't eat nuts, he would sing when he was comfortable or sleepy, and he always had some kind of food on his person

Hattie enjoyed incredibly dry humor, was able to quote every giant monster movie from Japan, and seemed to be constantly in a hacking war with somebody

The only thing Deckard had really told them about himself was that he enjoyed to cook

That was a huge mistake

Once learning that, they kept bugging him to let them taste his cooking. And once he caved and brought lunch for all three of them, they were like starving wolves

Every day they would pester him to make all of their meals, they'd even pay him if he wanted

Those offers were met with much harsher training. Which didn't seem to bother them

After two months, Deckard had relented and let them come over to his apartment for dinner. They almost didn't leave

From then on, he found himself making lunch for three instead of his singular meal. It was nice to cook for others

~~~

"That's enough for today." Deckard called out to the pair, who lay panting and exhausted

Owen sat up first

"Hey, Deck-"

"I told you to call me Shaw."

"-since this is our last day together, want to come over to my place and celebrate? Hatts already agreed."

Frowning, Deckard looked down at the two recruits. They stared back with hope in their eyes

"Fine. Why not?"

~~~

Stepping into Owen's apartment, Deckard felt like he was having a stroke.

The place looked like a tornado had come through the place

Dirty dishes littered the place, with clothes as well, while the garbage can seemed to be overflowing for the last few weeks

However, none of it seemed to affect Owen, who plopped down on the couch and turned on a movie. Nor did it seem to bother Hattie as she strolled through the place grabbed a drink from the near empty fridge

Standing in the entryway, Deckard shook his head

These two needed help

And knowing him, he'd be the one to give it

Sighing, Deckard accepted his fate of cleaning up after the two. Either in daily life, or in their jobs

Deckard was too invested in them not to take care of them now

After only three months, it felt as if Deckard had known the two his whole life.

Shaking his head, Deckard had to wonder what the two of them would have been like growing up. Probably the same, just smaller

I hope you enjoyed friend!! This was a very fun prompt!

#deckard shaw #owen shaw #hattie shaw #hobbs and shaw #shaw siblings #shaw family

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ramblingsnfandom · 5 years ago

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Expecto Patronum (Fred Weasley fic)

(Credit https://picsart.com/i/gif-fred-331186672025201)

A/N: Hello! I may have seen a tik tok where someone couldn’t produce a Patronus and then sat down a bit later and spent two hours typing a 2,791 word oneshot about it... sadly I don’t have the link to the original tik tok. But yea, I decided to put this out there, so it doesn’t go to waste and to see if I should write more.

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I closed my eyes and racked my brain. “Expecto Patronum!” Once again nothing happened. Anger swelled inside me and I threw my wand to the ground. Leaning against a tree, I slid down until I was huddled beneath it’s branches. It was freezing out, the tree above me barley sheltering me from the snow storm raging outside. The wind wouldn’t stop blowing my hair back and forth and drying my tears of frustration as they rolled down my face.

It had been weeks now since Harry had taught Dumbledore's Army the Patronus spell. It’s an extremely helpful spell, one that not only could protect you from Dementors, horrid creatures that suck your soul right out of you, but you can send messages and communicate with others through them. All the other students are talking about theirs, what animal they have and what they think it means. The catch was, you cast the spell by drawing on a memory where you were truly happy. I still hadn’t been able to produce anything.

“Olive where are you?” A voice called from the cold dark. I recognized the voice immediately and rushed to wipe away any remaining tears before he got too close. “Olivia?” Then I could see him, his ginger hair illuminated by the light glowing from the tip of his wand.

“What’s up Weasley?” I mumbled, trying to pretend like I was fine. It was quite obvious I wasn’t, and I could tell by his face that Fred was not even close to buying it. He swiftly pocketed an old looking map, no doubt what he used to track me down, and took in my state.

“You look like you’re freezing!” He observed, taking off his outer cloak and immediately wrapping it around my shoulders.

“I’m fine,” I tried to tell him, but he held the cloak around my shoulders before I could give it back to him. “You’ll catch a cold Fred, just go back inside I’m fine.” I didn’t want him to see me like this. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, but especially not him. It was just my luck that he would find me.

“Unlike you, I wore layers, knowing I was walking out into the snow,” Fred retorted, keeping an upbeat tone in his voice. It was obvious he was doing it for my sake. It didn’t make it any better. “Come on Olive, it’s February and we are in the middle of a snow storm, please let's go back inside and tickle some pears into getting some late night hot chocolate.”

“If you want to go inside, you can,” I huffed, trying not to start crying again. “I’m staying here.” He seems to ponder this for a second, letting out a frustrated sigh, before coming over and sitting next to me.

We sat in silence after that, both of us too stubborn to give in. My mind was still reeling, trying and failing to pick through my life and find a single happy memory that hadn’t been ruined. Every time that I thought of my memories with my father, all I could think of was all those years of him rotting in a cell, alone and innocent. After that I went to my closest, not in Azkaban relatives and the Malfoys brought me no happiness. The daughter of Sirius Black, the blood traitor, was not someone they were happy to have under their roof. It didn’t get any better when I was sorted into Gryffindor. It got so much worse.

“Hey, hey, getting hypothermia is one thing, but I will not allow crying on my watch.” I was snapped out of my spiraling thoughts. Fred was looking at me with a concerned look he was trying to hide. He reached forward and, with ice cold fingers, wiped away the tears I didn’t realize had started up again.

“Really?” I sniffled. “That’s where you draw the line?” He laughed a little at that, and I couldn’t help the small smile that was brought to my lips at the sound.

“Pretty girls crying and losing toes. That is where my line is drawn,” He said with a firm nod.

I wanted to leave the conversation at that, get him to leave by not talking, but I couldn’t help but ask “Why losing toes?” His face lit up the second I said it and I knew I had messed up. At the same time however, the butterflies that erupted in my stomach at that look on his face never failed to emerge.

“Because darling,” He started, standing up and brushing off the snow that had landed on his robes. “Losing toes makes for a horrible time running after pranks.” Then he looked at me with a smirk that could make any girl swoon and he asked me, “And do you know how you lose toes?”

I was caught off guard, and I couldn’t think of a wise retort. The only reply I could think of was “What?”

“Frostbite!” Fred grabbed my wand from the ground, then before I could protest he picked me up and started running for the castle.

“Fred put me down!” I protested, partially annoyed, but also giggling, just a little.

“I can’t have my pranking apprentice lose her toes, how would we be the Weasley and Black best pranking terror team ever in the history of Hogwarts?” He was no longer running, but I could tell he had no intentions of putting me down.

Part of me was a little happy, feeling the warmth from him soothing my muscles that were aching from shivering for who knows how long. But I had just enough time to think too much about the reason that I was out in the storm in the first place. The frustration and anger and sadness started building up in me again and I couldn’t seem to stop it.

I was happy at first when I found out I was in Gryffindor. I knew my father would be proud, if there was any way that I could tell him. The welcoming faces of my new housemates after years of being stuck with the Malfoys made me feel like I was finally home. I thought that maybe this would be a place where I would finally fit in and be safe. Maybe I would be happy and find my own little family.

That all wore off the next morning when not only did I get a letter from Lucious Malfoy detailing how much worse my life would become if I didn’t promptly get moved to Slytherin, which was impossible, but a group of Slytherins quickly spread the word to the school that I was the daughter of Sirius Black, the murderer. My housemates were a lot less welcoming after that, especially when, two years later, the son of who everyone believed my dad killed started at the school. Harry hated me until the end of last year, when he finally met my father and believed in his innocence for himself.

It wasn’t long before Fred and I reached a statue that stood, normally unnoticed, outside the school and he tapped the first line of the sorting hat’s song so we could enter the tunnel. The temperature was drastically warmer inside and once the door shut Fred let out a sigh of relief. He gently placed me down against one of the walls, and I started to unconsciously shiver again as I slid down into a sitting position.

“You are soaking wet darling, we need to get you dry,” Fred tried, grabbing my hands.

“It’s just my outer robe Weasley, I’m fine.” My words were harsher than I meant them, but he didn’t flinch away like I thought he would. Like he should have.

“Fine then we’ll swap!” He announced, taking his off and removing the cloak he gave me earlier and my wet robe. Before he could give me his, however, I moved away.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, unable to look him in the eye. He opened his mouth, ready to make up some smart, comical response, before he sighed.

“I’m trying to stop you from getting sick,” He finally says, sitting down across from me.

“Why?”

Everyone always had motives, and almost none of them were good ones. It didn’t make sense to me that he was going out into the cold, fighting with me to get me inside, and putting himself at risk for no benefit of his own. Sure, we were friends. Fred, his twin George, and their friend Lee had taken me under their wing last year after I spent my first year alone. When they found out that my dad was one of the famous Marauders, the group who were the last generation’s pranksters of the school, they claimed they couldn’t care less what happened after he left the school.

But even then, there had always been a line of separation between us. I spent a lot of time sneaking out into the forbidden forest to talk to my dad last year, and this year being at school under the wrath of Umbrage while I could be with him has been painful. I’ve been a thorn in their side this whole time.

“Because I don’t want you to get sick,” Fred replied, as if this was obvious and answered all of my questions. I was mentally and physically so tired and cold that I just sighed, letting him help me. I knew there was no use in fighting him. He pulled off his jumper, pulling it over my head and then wrapped the warm cloak back over me.

“Looks like my robe is covered in snow, so that won’t help very much now, will it?” He seems to mutter, more to himself. He scans me up and down, seeming to be looking for something that is missing. Then, he almost comically lights up, grabbing his hat off his head and pulling it over my head, covering my eyes. When I realized that he wasn’t going to fix it himself I pulled the brim up so I could see, and there I saw that beaming face once again. A small smile touched my lips, but it didn't last long. All I wanted to do is curl up and hide.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, maybe too quiet because Fred leans in closer so we are knee to knee.

“What are you sorry for Darling?” He asked me gently, and it is almost comical because he seems so serious. As if he didn’t know what I could possibly be apologizing for.

“I-,” I tried to grasp onto my thoughts but there were so many possible things to apologize for flooding through my brain that I couldn’t put any of them into words. Finally, I just croaked out “I still can’t produce my Patronus,” before my vision blurred from the tears trickling back down my face.

This time, Fred didn’t respond. Instead, he sat against the wall with me, and wrapped his arms around me. I felt myself shift into his arms, laying on one arm while his other arm engulfed me in a hug. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, waiting until my tears finally subsided.

“Now what did I tell you about crying?” He questioned me gently once I had calmed, a look I didn’t quite recognize on his face.

“That it’s the one thing you won’t tolerate?” I asked, my voice still a little hoarse.

“Well no,” He started bluntly. I let out a breathy laugh at the unexpected response, boosting his confidence.

“I couldn’t care less if I saw Umbrage crying. In fact, I think everything we have been working on this school year is building up enough frustration on her part to make her cry. I think we’d have to throw a celebration; A feast, some fireworks. Maybe take a picture so we could have a visual of that wretched woman crying forever hanging in the living room.” Fred’s full on rant brings a small smile to my face. That would be something I wouldn’t mind witnessing.

“If you were fully listening, my little pupil, I said my line was drawn at pretty girls crying. Umbrage is definitely not a pretty girl now, is she?” His gaze was fully on me now, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to agree. He had a knowing smirk on his lips, as if he was saying, ‘yeah I just called you pretty, what are you gonna do about it?’ I blushed and shook my head, biting my lip to hold back a smile. He scanned my face, before nodding to himself, almost imperceptibly.

“But, pretty girls do have emotions, I guess,” He continued, jokingly sighing with the last two words, “So, I'll have to change that rule to drawing my line at, I don’t know, pretty girls not letting me comfort them when they are crying.”

“And losing toes,” I added quietly, face still red hot.

“And losing toes, of course.” He amended. His arms were still firmly around me, and I couldn’t help but feel like I could fall asleep like this, warm in his arms.

“I’m sorry I made worry and go out in that,” I finally said quietly, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground.

“Olive, look at me,” He requested. When I didn’t, he gently turned my face to look at him. “You never have to apologize for making me worry. It’s my job to worry about you. I’m always gonna follow you out into a snow storm to drag you kicking and screaming back inside.” His fingers slowly fell away from my chin but I didn't look away.

“But why Freddie?” I asked him again. “I never asked you to do that for me.”

“You don’t have to ask me. I’m gonna do it anyways. Do you know why?” He questions, and I want to groan in frustration.

“Obviously not.”

“Because I care about you Olive.’ He said seriously. “I care if you are cold and sick, and I definitely care if you are going through a hard time. I want to be there for you.”

“Why me though? Why not Angela? She would be a lot less work to care about,” I tried to reason. Fred just shook his head.

“Angela is a friend sure, but she isn’t you.” He ran his thumb down the side of my face with a small smile, and all I wanted to do was lean into the touch. Butterflies filled my stomach with the gentle touch and the small smile on his face that accompanied it. “I like you Olivia. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but I’m going to keep care about you.” I sat in shock at his words. Could he really like me like that? All of those little touches, those kind words, they all lead up to his confession, and yet part of me couldn’t seem to accept it. “And I don’t want you telling me some lies about how you don’t deserve it. Whenever I’m around you the world just seems, I don’t know, brighter almost. You deserve all the happiness in the world and more. I just hope that I can help give you some of it.”

And there it was. The last thing that was holding me back. I always thought I just held them all back. I thought I was a friend of convenience that they never could quite get rid of. But now I found I didn’t believe that anymore.

I opened my mouth, then closed it again, trying to think up a response. Finally, I asked him “Are you sure?” Fred chuckled in response, all of the tension he had from admitting his feelings for me releasing as he held me just a little bit closer.

“No, I just decided to pour my heart out on a whim, yes, I am bloody sure Olivia.” His face was beaming, and I could help but share his smile. He rested his forehead against mine and whispered “Can I kiss you now?” I didn’t hesitate to nod in response.

He brought his lips to mine, at first just a breath away, before he finally closed the distance. The kiss was gentle, savoring every moment as if it were the last. We broke apart too soon, gasping for air. Fred eyed me with a cheeky smirk.

“What?” I questioned hesitantly, knowing that look always meant trouble.

“I bet you can do it now,” He responded with that same smirk.

“Do what?”

“Cast your Patronus.” I smacked him on the side of the head while he laughed.

“You git.” I was laughing too.

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rainandhotchocolate · 6 years ago

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Marbles - Part 4

The first three parts are on my masterlist! :)) Enjoy!

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Sirius,

Sorry I took so long to respond to your last letter, Mother decided to take away Luci to stop be sending her to give letters to my “Bad Influences”, i.e you, but I found her in the garage so here’s hoping she ignores me enough to not smell the owl poop in my room.

I’m sorry to hear that it’s gotten worse, though I liked the sticking posters to the wall idea, definitely going to steal that. Let me know if you need anything, I can send you more supplies if you want. I cannot wait till next week so I can get out of here and be back at Hogwarts, I have a HUGE list of things I want to do this year, though some of them may include influencing Remus to use some of his prefect prowess.

When are you going to Diagon Alley also? I’m trying to convince Remus to get Lily to come the same day as James – should be a good laugh trying to get them to bump into each other.

Anyway, hopefully I’m able to reply to this but otherwise, I’ll see you September 1st!

Y/N

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Y/N spent all the next day in bed with her head under the pillow. She wanted to puke every time she remembered his face staring at her with an expression she had never seen before. Surely disgust. Confusion. Probably more disgust. And then there was this feeling in the pit of her stomach, swirling around, making her want to repeat the memory over and over, the feeling of his lips on hers, his hands digging into the small of her back.

“Stop it stop it” Y/N muttered to herself, groaning into her sheets.

“Are you still moping in there?” Lucinda dropped her bag on her bed beside Y/N’s and sat facing her, “You’re not going to waste your whole weekend, are you?”

“How is your essay going, looking any better?”

“Nice avoidance techniques there,” she smirked but answered anyway, “I think this one might actually bring Slughorn to tears.”

“I doubt that’s a first.”

“Can you at least pull your head out to talk to me, it’s very confusing speaking to a neck.”

Y/N pulled her head slowly out of the pillow and gave Lucinda a withering look.

“Much better, also you need to join me for practice tonight, Louis seems to be in the hospital wing along with all our back-up beaters, and I know you quit blah blah blah, but we need someone who knows what they’re doing because I’m NOT losing to bloody Potter again, especially since he’s probably the one that hospitalised them in the first place an-

“Alright alright I will”

Y/N snorted, pushing her hair out of her face and sitting up onto the backboard of her bed. Lucinda stared at her momentarily, saying nothing.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Something really really stupid.”

“Yeah cause that’s not going to get me to ask again.”

“Talking about it won’t help, never leaving this dorm might.”

“How optimistic.”

Y/N Rolled her eyes and sunk into back into the covers.

“I’ll be at training, don’t worry.”

Y/N heard her stand up and leave after a moment’s pause. She groaned, pulling herself up and grabbing her trunk to find the old Quidditch uniform that was pushed somewhere at the bottom.

“I want a clean, fair game!” Madame Hooch yelled out to the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams, both of which were standing side by side, glaring at each other in the pouring rain. Y/N could barely see two feet in front of her, let alone the bludgers she’d be redirecting.

“On my whistle!” The teams mounted their brooms, waiting on edge for her call, “3, 2, -“ She blew the whistle loudly and Y/N felt herself push off the ground the rush of zooming through the air reminding her how much she had missed being on a broom. She could see her Slytherin teammates already pushing through the rain towards MacDonald who had the quaffle and was heading directly for the Gryffindor goal posts.

“And MacDonald has the Quaffle, I think, heading towards the goal and OH hit from the side by one of Y/L/N’s beaters. Slytherin is lucky to have her back, even with half their team out in the hospital wing thank to”

Y/N chuckled to herself as she saw McGonagall threatening to pull away from the microphone from Narcissa Black, the recently appointed Quidditch commentator after the uproar had risen with the fourth consecutive Gryffindor commentator set to take over.

“Anyway, Quaffle is back with Mulciber from Slytherin who has, YES, nice dodge away from Weasley, he’s nearly at the goals and -NO FOUL!” Narcissa shrieked from the commentators stand, along with all of Slytherin house. Two of Gryffindors chasers, Alchen and Jasper, had come on either side of Mulciber and forced his broom downwards, crushing him until he dropped the quaffle and Jasper caught it, zooming back towards the Gryffindor goals.

“Carry on” Madame Hooch blew her whistle loudly, motioning for the Slytherin’s to calm down.

“Bloody hell” Lucinda zoomed up next to Y/N cursing loudly at the Gryffindor team as they scored, “You better not be worried about hurting your Gryffindor pals”

“They’re not my pals” Y/N growled back, knowing she meant Potter, who was known for being able to spot the snitch in conditions much worse than this.

“Good, let’s get to it” She nodded at Y/N and headed back towards the goalie, presumably to give him a harsher pep talk. Play resumed quickly, with Lucinda grabbing the Quaffle and zig-zagging across the field to avoid the bludgers aimed her way. Y/N kept her eyes fixed on James, who was hovering above the crowd, flying in circles, watching the field closely. Suddenly, he dived. Y/N followed him instinctively, yelling out at the Slytherin seeker to follow as she searched out a bludger coming her way. The crowd had noticed James, the Gryffindor’s screaming at him as he edged closer and closer towards it.

Y/N could barely see, the rain was sticking to every part of her body at this point and the faster she flew the more it was covering her eyes. There was a yell close by but she didn’t have time to look around as she had seen a bludger and had gotten her bat ready to slam it in the direction of the back of James’ broom when something slammed into her spine. Y/N gasped for air as she felt the bludger wind her, bending her spine too far forward, in the wrong direction and then she was falling faster and faster…and then there was nothing.

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Y/N felt a pounding in her head getting harder and harder as she began to stir. Her body was aching and stiff, and felt like it was heavily bandaged, particularly her hand which seemed to be bound so tight it was as if someone was squeezing it. Y/N tried to move, cocking her head to the side to get a more comfortable position. Suddenly, her hand moved.

Y/N opened her eyes with a jolt, heart racing, and looked down and her hand. It took a few moments before her eyes stopped blurring over and she could focus on it, but there was nothing there, not even a bandage. She stared at it. Something had been there; she was sure of it. Something… or someone-

“Who’s there?” She called out into the dark hospital wing. There was silence. She could see the moonlight streaming in through the windows onto the beds across the wing. There were only a few other people fast asleep in the beds around her, most being members of the Slytherin Quidditch team. She continued to sweep the room, feeling increasingly nervous.

She saw it, the line of light breaking to the right of her bed, by an empty one towards the door. Y/N swiftly grabbed her wand and pointed it towards the break in light. In one swoop something large flew into the air.

“Shit” a voice yelled at the same time as Y/N who felt her back pull at her arm flicking her wand. A person coming into view as the invisibility cloak was thrown off them.

Y/n stared into the dark, sure that her eyes were playing tricks on her.

“Sirius?” Y/N called out cautiously.

“Shush, you’ll wake up Madame Pomfrey!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Nothing, I was just leaving” Sirius muttered, quietly walking over to the invisibility cloak and picking it up.

“No, you are NOT leaving until you tell me what you did to me” Y/N hissed, going to sit up and glare at him but unsuccessfully felt her back pull and began to groan.

“Are you kidding me right now!” Sirius began to yell but pulled it back, realising where they were.

“What?”

“You think I did something to you? Whilst you were in the hospital wing?” Sirius hissed back at her, grey eyes boring into her own, flashing angrily.

“Well what were you doing here then, huh?”

“I was just here to- just” Sirius stammered angrily, not making eye contact with her. He sighed, turning away from her.

“What, spit it out!”

“To check on you!” He yelled at her, “To… see if you were ok.”

“Oh.”

They both paused, Sirius breathing heavily.

“Yeah” Sirius muttered finally, tapping his fingers on his leg nervously.

“Wh-b… why?” Y/N could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“I don’t know why I don’t know, I couldn’t sleep, I c- why do you even care? You don’t want me here; I’m going to leave”

“No, don’t” Y/N called out, regretting it the moment she said it. Idiot idiot idiot idiot.

“I-“

“No, sorry, I’m just tired, don’t worry you can go.” Y/N mentally chastised herself as she lay back down to stare at the ceiling.

“I’m probably locked in anyway; I’ll have to sit here until Madame Pomfrey opens in the morning.”

Sirius sat down on the bed across from hers, the invisibility cloak wrapped halfway around him in case Pomfrey came to check on her patients. Neither of them mentioned that it would be very easy for either of them to unlock it.

Neither of them said anything for what felt like an hour, Y/N staring at the ceiling both to avoid moving her back anymore and to have an excuse to not be checking on what Sirius was doing every two minutes.

Unfortunately, there was a small part of her back that had begun to itch, a lot. She squirmed a little, trying to get her hand curled underneath to get at it.

“Arrgghh, Merlin’s saggy beard” Y/N cursed as her back spasmed and she jolted her hand away from her body.

“What did you do?” Sirius jumped up, reaching her in two quick strides.

“Nothing! I’m just… itchy”

“And you tried to itch your bloody back whilst Madame Pomfrey is trying to make sure it set properly?”

“Well I didn’t know that! I happened to be passed out for the last few hours if you hadn’t noticed.”

“You’re going to destroy your back if you keep trying to do that”

“You do it then!” Y/N rolled her eyes exasperatedly. She hated herself for it, but there was a little part of her that was lighting up at him yelling at her, concern in his eyes.

“I’m not going to itch your back, it’s probably all gross and sweaty from the bandages” Sirius waved her off, now standing next to her, close enough that she could smell that stupid cologne that James had bought for him last Christmas so Sirius could “Get as many chicks as him.”

“Well fine then stop judging me for trying to get rid of it so I can actually go to sleep” Y/N went to arch her back again but Sirius slapped her hand away, “Are you kidding me, Black?”

“For Merlin’s sake I will itch your bloody back if it will stop you from killing yourself” He huffed, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to her, “Where is it?”

“Just, uh, here, in the middle of my lower back.” Y/N said quietly, vaguely pointing towards where she had been trying to reach. Sirius hesitated before reaching awkwardly towards the area.

“Yes, there, ahhh thank you” Y/N sighed, closing her eyes as he hit the spot, before opening them quickly as she realised how sexual she sounded, “Yep that’s fine, um, thank you…”

“No worries.” Sirius gave her what looked like an attempt at a smile and sat back in his chair. Silence fell over them again, and Y/N began to feel like she might actually drift off if it wasn’t for her heart continuing to pound in her chest. Once she had had her eyes closed for 10 minutes she felt Sirius stand up and edge his way back towards the door.

“Sirius – it wasn’t what it looked like. I promise” Y/N called out into the dark, no longer able to see him in her line of vision. No one responded.

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notquiteaghost · 6 years ago

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there isn't enough nonbinary jon sims content, here is... well i started writing this as headcanons but this is really a not!fic about nonbinary jon sims. it’s 3′300 words

it contains: nonbinary trans masc autistic jon, jongeorgie, lesbian georgie, trans guy martin & tim, trans woman sasha, team archives trans solidarity, and not-insignificant amount of internalised transphobia and references to misgendering & general cis people bullshit

(also ftr i am heavily basing jon's experiences here as a nonbinary autistic person on my own experiences as a nonbinary autistic person) (this is like 80% projection) (what else is fandom for!)

also on AO3 if you prefer your 3k of bullet points to have better spacing

tiny baby [jon] who knows she isn't very good at being a girl but doesn't have the words to articulate why

her grandmother thinks kids clothes should be durable and practical so even tho jon is not a kid who climbs trees or plays football, her wardrobe is exclusively straight jeans & 'boys' t-shirts & large jumpers

she keeps her hair roughly shoulder length because that's the length it's always been but strangers still 'mistake' her for a boy a lot. this makes her feel a way she again hasn't got the words for

when she starts secondary school she continues to dress 'masc', never starts wearing makeup, never gets any interest in dating, generally fills out the checklist for everyone else assuming she's a lesbian

she knows she's definitely not a straight girl, so she shrugs and decides sure, she's a lesbian. it's a moot point, mostly, seeing as even if she did have any interest in dating she's the only gay person her age she knows

but she does get involved in some community support stuff – she spends a lot of time in the library as a teenager, and one of the librarians is a lesbian who takes jon under her wing a bit

coffee mornings and book clubs and things like that. sixteen year old jon and a dozen queer women all in their late twenties at the youngest. they joke a lot how often they forget jon isn't also a thirty-something

(this is that autism feel of having no interest in your peers but getting on great with adults)

and then she goes to uni, and then she meets georgie

georgie is a Very Out lesbian. she goes to clubs, she's heavily involved in the lgbt society, she has a rainbow flag hanging in her bedroom window. yknow.

jon likes her a lot, and still isn't really sure if it's romantic or not, but assumes that's more due to being gay than anything else

(no one has told jon about asexuality yet)

so when, one night when they're meant to be studying in georgie's room but instead are mostly drinking shit cheap wine and complaining about their professors, georgie looks at jon with this soft look on her face and asks to kiss her, jon says yes

and then they date

they're both living in one of those massive student houses with a thousand bedrooms crammed everywhere and only a kitchen for a communal space. georgie has lived there since coming back to finish first year, and jon moved in halfway through second year after a somewhat disastrous flatmate situation

so after they graduate, moving in together seems like the natural progression of things even tho they’ve only been dating for two months

jon is still, when asked, identifying as a lesbian and using she/her, but is also still dressing what other people now call butch. she always feels kind of weird about that term, but again, just chalks it up to the mess of complicated feelings being a gnc lesbian does genuinely involve

and then, finally, jon meets some actual trans people

jon has, circumstantially, known trans people. thanks to georgie, jon goes to a lot of lgbt soc things, and is passingly familiar with most of the lgbt people on their campus

but there’s a big difference between nodding at someone when you see them in the library and having an actual, proper conversation about gender

so, jon goes to a lot of social events because georgie does. without georgie, jon would probably not leave the house except to go to work and to the library (jon is not doing postgrad. jon’s library habits do not particularly reflect this)

mostly at these events, jon sits in the corner and reads, and only talks to other quiet antisocial people, while georgie circles back periodically to report on her social butterfly escapades

and at one, one of the other quiet antisocial people is a trans guy

he’s called harry, and he asks about the book jon is reading, and after they’ve been talking a while he says, “sorry, you probably get this a lot, but what pronouns do you use?”

jon just blinks at him and says “what”

“well, i’m trans, so i’m always really cautious about assuming,” harry says, easily, and this does not answer the question jon was asking

jon.exe has crashed

she(?) eventually says, “uh. she? i’ve never– she”

and harry, who has spent the last forty minutes discussing dante with jon and is already sure they’re going to be friends, says “want the trans 101? you’re making a face like you need it”

three hours later georgie finally reappears with the intent to actually interrupt (she’s drifted past periodically, but jon was always deep in conversation with harry, so she left them alone) and get going, and jon gets harry’s email address and is then very quiet as they walk arm-in-arm back to their house

just as they turn onto their street, jon says, “i, ah. i think i might be trans?”

georgie, who has for the past couple months been having something of a crisis after realising she definitely loves jon but she isn’t in love and she can’t figure out why, says “oh thank god”

jon, very bemused, “that wasn’t the reaction i was expecting”

“i think we should break up,” georgie replies, and jon stops walking. they’re four feet from their front door, but it’s late, no one’s about, so georgie decides sure, they can have this conversation in the street

“you– because i’m trans?”

“i love you, i really do,” georgie steps closer, takes jon’s hands in hers, “but i’m not in love with you. and it was driving me crazy trying to figure out why, but if you’re not a girl–”

“i can’t tell if i should be offended by this or not,” jon says, somewhat dazed, “i’ve been trans for an hour, georgie, i don’t know if this is transphobic yet”

georgie laughs, and presses a kiss to jon’s cheek, and says “it’s nearly midnight, we both have work tomorrow, let’s table this for later. we can look up names and what word i should use when i complain to other people how you always leave your shoes in the middle of the floor when we aren’t both on the verge of passing out”

and that sounds reasonable, so jon nods, and kisses georgie on the mouth, and then they go inside

the next day jon stops by the library on the way home from work and checks out almost every baby names book they have. georgie comes home and he’s sat at the kitchen table making a spreadsheet

“you don’t have to make it this complicated, you know,” she says, hooking her chin over his shoulder to read what he’s already got. the spreadsheet has a lot of columns.

“it’s my name,” he retorts, and she hums agreeably, then points to ‘jonathan’, which has relatively few ticks in any pro columns (god, this nerd), and says, “isn’t that your grandfather’s name?”

it is. he doesn’t talk about his grandfather a lot – doesn’t talk about his family a lot full stop, but she knows, even though he died when jon was still a toddler, the stories his grandmother told had a significant impact

“my parents didn’t name me after anyone,” jon says, quietly

georgie nods. she doesn’t say they’re not here now to offer an opinion, because that’s far harsher than jon deserves to hear, and it’s not like she ever needs to remind him of it either. he’s definitely already beating himself up for taking so long to come to this realisation there’s no one left around to tell him how they’d have reacted

“i think it suits you,” she says instead, and jon nods, and then she moves away to make a pot of tea and some pasta (it’s technically jon’s night to cook, but she was anticipating coming home to find him already hyperfocused beyond the point of no return)

a week later, jon looks up from the spreadsheet to where georgie is curled up on the sofa reading and says “ugh, fine, you win, you were right”

(georgie hadn’t pressed her point any further, jon is just like that)

“jon?” she asks, and he makes an exasperated noise and nods, then closes his laptop dramatically and stands. most of his spine pops when he stretches

“this calls for celebration” georgie says, also standing, “franco’s or monsoon?”

“franco’s. i’m going to eat a pizza the size of a car”

so then jon is actually going by jon, and using he/him, and isn’t dating georgie anymore but is still living with her and spending most of his time with her and factoring her into all his major decisions

he talks to harry, and other (binary) trans people, and reads a lot of blogs, and after a few months gets a referral to charing cross gic

by the time he starts at the magnus institute, he’s had top surgery and has been on T for years, and passes as cis completely, and he doesn’t know how to articulate it but this is. bothering him.

he’s not exactly… he likes being stealth, he doesn’t need to flaunt his personal life. he can understand the impulse, but he doesn’t share it. his feelings about gender and romance are no one’s business but his own

but. everyone assuming he was a girl itched – being miss simms, georgie’s girlfriend, she, it felt like wearing a coarse knitted jumper. it was exhausting

and, for a while, everyone assuming he was a man was a relief. it didn’t make his skin crawl, it didn’t make him want to scream, it was nice. it felt good.

it didn’t feel right. but it didn’t feel bad, either, and jon has never been gendered in a way that felt right. he thought that was just part of being trans

except. he moves to london, and he starts at the magnus institute, and he wears shirts and slacks, and the long skirts and patterned dresses some of his colleagues wear keep catching his eye the way men in three-piece suits used to, and that terrifies him

he was lucky, in a way, having no family left to care when he transitioned – if anyone reacted negatively, he could just cut them out of his life, and his social circle was already queer enough that was hardly necessary

but that doesn’t mean he escaped internalising a whole swathe of shit about what being trans should mean and how he should act and what he should want and if he wants to wear skirts then is he even a man? was he making it up all along after all?

naturally, he deals with this by ignoring it. he’s a man, men don’t wear skirts, he doesn’t wear skirts, that’s that.

he manages to keep that up until he’s made head archivist, and he’s given three assistants who are all also trans

(he doesn’t know if elias did it on purpose. elias knows he’s trans, of course, because he’s never bothered to get the name on his diploma changed, but the way elias reacted lead jon to assume elias may also be trans. and if that’s true, then selecting only trans people for the archives staff feels like a kindness more than anything)

and, the thing about them all being trans, is even if jon and martin are both rather fond of being stealth, and sasha and tim aren’t used to being out at work, and none of them are exactly friends, they’re the only people who ever come in the archives, so the archives very quickly becomes the Safe Trans Zone

they all vent a lot about cis people. sasha will walk in and the first words out her mouth will be “the next person to ask me if i’d had the surgery is getting their own surgery when i cut their tongues out”, and tim will make a commiserating noise and offer her the pack of donuts martin brought in

so when, on one of the rare afternoons when jon leaves his office to lean against tim’s desk and brainstorm organisational system ideas, martin walks back from the break room upstairs with a scowl and says, bitterly, as he sits back down, “oh so when cis guys wear nail polish it’s inspiring and breaking down gender roles but when i wear nail polish, jenny from HR gets to side eye me and ask if that means i changed my mind, because surely i’m the one who’ll do that and not all the men who didn’t have to do hours of therapy to establish they are definitely, one hundred percent for sure a guy!”

tim and sasha both make the standard commiseration noises, and sasha says something about the supervisor at her last job trying to say it wasn’t appropriate for her to wear trousers, and jon stops listening and runs away moves back to his office

he hadn’t noticed martin is wearing nail polish, is the thing. or, he had noticed it, but he hadn’t thought about it, and now he’s thinking about it. he’s thinking about it a lot

martin had– martin is a guy. martin is definitely a guy, if something of a feminine-leaning gay guy, the kind of feminine-leaning no one ever questions in cis guys, and it hadn’t occurred to jon to question martin, either, even though he’s trans, and. and.

he’s still circling round a revelation he can’t quite make himself have an hour or so later, when martin sticks his head round the door

“you, uh. you alright?” martin asks, incredibly tentatively. it says a lot, jon thinks, about how nice martin is, that he’s asking even though there’s a 90% chance jon will tell him to fuck off “you kind of disappeared abruptly, earlier. i didn’t upset you, did i?”

jon stares at him for a long moment, then says, “can i see your nail polish?”

“oh!” martin’s cheeks flush, just slightly, as he steps inside the office and lets the door shut behind him “uh, yeah, of course. it’s a little chipped, now, but, yeah”

martin’s nail polish is a light, pastel blue. it’s neat, and even, though his nails aren’t that long, and jon thinks he remembers martin saying something about mostly painting his nails to try and get himself to stop biting them. jon’s never really gone for nail polish, but it’s. nice.

“it’s, uh. it’s a good colour, on you,” he says awkwardly. martin flushes even more

“oh, um, thanks? did– are you alright?”

if jon was a different kind of person, this is where he’d open up to martin, and this would be the beginning of them becoming actual friends

jon is jon, though, so he just shoves all his emotions back in the box they escaped from, nods, and says “i didn’t sleep that well, is all. not really up to socialising”

(an aside about s1 jonmartin dynamic: jon is very good at shittalking martin when martin isn’t around, but in the face of martin’s genuine care and concern, he defaults back to a far more friendlier tone than he’s aiming for. he knows, on a level, that he and martin could be good friends if he ever got his shit together, but that is something else he’s currently repressing. he doesn’t need friends! he isn’t desperate for social contact at all! what’s loneliness!)

martin says “ah, okay, i’ll just– i’ll leave you alone, then”, and then jon makes himself focus on work, and then when he gets home he opens the group chat he’s still, thankfully, in with the trans people who got him through his first gender crisis and sends ‘help i don’t know if i’m a guy after all’

three people immediately send back a link to nonbinary.org

and that’s the rest of jon’s evening

he reads through every article. he reads several articles multiple times. he opens several new tabs, and gets a notepad to make a list of books, and eventually remembers to reply in the group chat

a week later, he bites the bullet and writes an email to georgie

nothing long, just, they still tell each other about big life events

and then, another couple weeks after that, when martin brings him tea, he says, “ah, martin, could i– do you have a moment?”

“of course,” martin says, and lets the door swing closed again, “what do you need?”

“i, ah. this isn’t very professional, so, you don’t– you are perfectly welcome to say no, of course, but i. um. would you– come clothes shopping with me?”

(ideally, jon would have asked georgie, but as much as he loves her (still), they haven’t talked properly in years, and she is cis. the best cis person he knows, but still a cis person. and he’d just, rather have a trans person, for emotional support, and no one in the group chat lives particularly nearby anymore) (or, well, some of them are, but when he asked they all told him to get over himself and ask one of his ‘lovely’ coworkers)

(why does he ask martin and not sasha?) (well, dear reader, he is nursing the beginnings of a crush) (not that he knows it. but that’s absolutely what’s happening here. martin is sweet and lovely and jon definitely finds him annoying and overbearing. yes. nothing else. no other emotions.) (his chest feels all weird when martin smiles because he doesn’t like him. that always happens around people he dislikes.)

“oh!” martin says, surprised. “uh, yes, of course, is– is there an event or something…?”

jon takes a moment to stare at the wall above martin’s head before he makes himself say, “i. am non-binary, and i need– different clothes.”

“oh, god, have we been–”

“no, no, this is a, a very recent development. he is still fine,” jon says, quickly, then pauses, then adds, more haltingly, “i think. i might, if – they, as well, maybe? just, to see”

“of course. d’you want me to tell tim and sasha?”

martin, jon thinks, is maybe not all that bad “yes, please”

“cool,” martin smiles, “i’m free this weekend? for shopping?”

“this saturday would be good, yes”

and then jon and martin go shopping! it’s probably not that successful of a shopping trip, because it takes jon like four shops before they admit what exactly it is they’re looking for, but they go to several charity shops and have fun trying to one-up each other with the most ridiculous/inexplicable item of clothing, and at the end of the day jon has three skirts (a knee-length black a-line skirt, a full-length black skirt, and a full-length black skirt patterned with red flowers), two necklaces, and a skater dress they probably can’t get away with wearing to work, but they really liked the way the skirt moved when they spun

other things that happen include lunch at a cafe where the staff definitely think they’re on a date and only martin notices and also martin is dying, both of them only managing to walk past a secondhand bookshop twice before they cave and go inside, and then emerge half an hour later both holding three books (two poetry anthologies and a sci fi novel; a psychology book and two history books), and martin somehow talking jon into trying on skinny jeans and then, again, leaving this mortal coil

jon doesn’t buy the skinny jeans, which is for the best really

the first time jon wears one of the skirts to work, sasha does a victory lap around the archives because “hell yes skirts are so much more comfortable, and now you swish! tim you should get a skirt. skirts for archives uniform”

and jon is still a prickly antisocial bastard but now he’s an outly nonbinary prickly antisocial bastard, and sometimes they walk into the archives at 2PM smelling of tobacco and holding a bottle of vodka, and then the archives staff all do shots and dramatic readings of the most ridiculous fake statements, because sometimes that’s how you cope with cis people, and that’s! valid!

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #georgie barker #martin blackwood #jongeorgie #yelling at clouds #fic tag #draw jon sims in skirts. thank you.

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A Perfect Team

The Skylanders at the Academy had already forgotten about the Golden Queen, and instead focused on the terrifying undead duo that was Hex and Malefor. They couldn’t defeat Hex in battle, yet the only way to get rid of Malefor is by breaking their immortal bond. No one was sure how to do that besides Spyro, who was still hesitant to tell the others that they had to kill the witch in order to succeed.

“Why don’t we try to just get rid of Hex’ powers?” Tidepool was part of the group suggesting ideas on how to stop the foes. “If we can’t defeat her or break the bond, why not just get rid of what created it in the first place?”

“That’s not going to work.” Cynder decided to join the discussion, mostly to make sure that the plan didn’t involve too much harm. “When Hex, Zook and I confronted the Weather Wizard to obtain a fragment of the Mask of Power, Kaos’ Undead Energy Extractor was overloaded by her amount of power and exploded. It was able to absorb the undead energy of an entire town previously, so you can guess how much it will take for Hex.”

The Skylanders were at a loss for ideas. After some silent moments of thinking, the Skylanders heard a fluttering noise approach the Academy. When they looked up, a fairy was diving towards them until she stopped right in front of Spyro’s snout. “Skylanders! Please, you have to help me!”

“Calliope!? What’s going on?” Spyro recognized the fairy who was once being used by Malefor and nearly caused the Skylanders’ downfall.

“It’s terrible! Malefor’s returned! He’s attacking my village, everyone’s in danger! Please Spyro, you have to help me!” The desperate and horrified look in her eyes was enough to tell the dragon that it was urgent.

Before answering, Spyro looked over to Cynder. She was as suspicious as him about the fairy’s sudden appearance. They were tricked by Calliope before, but there was no reason for her to be a decoy now. Malefor teamed up with Hex, what would they need a simple fairy for? “I’m sorry Calliope, but there’s nothing we can do right now.”

“What?” Calliope’s expression became even more hopeless. “But my people, my family!”

“I know, but we can’t get rid of Malefor that easily. There’s no point in fighting him.” Spyro hated to stand by and let a villain like Malefor cause so much pain and destruction. He had to find a way to stop him. When the Skylander looked at Calliope again, he remembered something that could be the solution to this problem. “Wait, you took our powers! Hex’ powers! How did you do that?”

Calliope was starting to calm down when she realized that the only way to help her village was to help the Skylanders. “You mean when I used the energy crystal?”

“The what?” Cynder stood next to Spyro and became curious.

“The energy crystal.” Calliope explained. “We fairies know all about magical powers and energy. We have ways to strengthen and improve such abilities, but we can also remove them.” The rest of the Skylanders all got closer to the fairy while listening. “There are countless energy crystals all across Skylands, it would be impossible to obtain all of them. The closest one is located in the far northern regions covered with ice and snow.”

“Are you talking about the Ice Kingdom?” Spyro quickly recognized the description.

“And how are we supposed to get that crystal?” Tidepool questioned the group. “We have never been to the Ice Kingdom and who knows what obstacles await us there.”

Cynder peeked through one of the windows of the room. The shimmering silver armor of a Skylander caught the dragon’s attention and she knew exactly what to do. “I know just the Skylander who can help!”

Many islands away was an air balloon travelling through grey clouds.

“You know it’s funny.” Knight Light was standing inside the balloon next to Enigma. “I’ve been going on so many missions and I can’t name anyone I’ve been teamed up with more than you. What is it, the 8th, 10th time this month?”

“13th.” Enigma responded dry while he kept looking straight ahead. “There’s a reason for that. You are skilled in close combat and your wings grant you with you high agility, while I have my ranged attacks and the ability to remain undetected. That makes us suitable for almost any mission.” Enigma remained calm when the air balloon flew right inside a cloud while Knight Light smiled to feel the refreshing breeze. “We’re a perfect team.”

Knight Light looked over to the sorcerer who has been facing forward throughout the entire flight. Even though he was always very closed off and barely laughed, the angel enjoyed his company. “I guess we are.”

The Trap Masters soon arrived at a small collection of islands connected by bridges. When they got out of their aircraft, Knight Light was surprised to see how empty the small village was. “This place is like a ghost town.”

“We were told that this used to be Hex’ home before she turned into an undead and was cast out.” Enigma was an expert at remembering important details about missions and strictly following the objective. Knight Light on the other hand preferred to follow his gut. “It’s safe to assume that she’s been here and took her anger out on the inhabitants.”

The Skylanders slowly strolled across the pavement leading to the center where a dried-out fountain was positioned. It seemed like a cozy town, only the haunting emptiness and the cold wind coming through gave it a ghostly atmosphere. “And what exactly are we supposed to do here?” The knight kept looking for any sign of life, but to no avail.

“If we find a possessed citizen, then there’s a spell that might be able to reverse the effects of the curse.” Enigma went to the other side of the town in hopes of finding someone. “There’s no guarantee since Hex’ magic is far superior to mine, but it’s worth a try.”

While Enigma was busy peeking through the dusty windows, Knight Light didn’t hesitate to open the doors and get inside. The Light Skylander was standing inside a house where spiderwebs and creaking floors were the most interesting discoveries. When he exited, he spotted his companion sighing after finding another empty building. “Hey Enigma!” Knight Light caught the Magic Skylander’s attention with his call. “Before you became a Skylander, did you live in a town like this one?”

Enigma flinched his head in irritation. “How is that relevant to the mission?”

“It’s not, I’m just asking.” Knight Light was slowly turning his head as he observed the rest of the town. “We’re allowed to talk you know.”

“That’s not the point, Knight Light.” Enigma had to endure several questions from the knight on their many excursions, but all he wanted was to complete the mission. “Please just focus.”

Knight Light was disappointed to receive another rejection, but he’s gotten used to it by now and followed the order to keep on looking.

Cynder hurried across the bridge connecting the library to the rest of the Academy. On the fountain near the entrance sat Chill in her blizzard armor. She was lost in thoughts whilst looking at the greyish sky.

“Chill!” Cynder approached the ice warrior. “Do you have a moment?”

“Sure.” The Water Skylander responded with her Russian accent, making her sound harsher than she intended. “What is it?”

Cynder then realized that the following question might be more difficult than she thought considering everything that’s happened in Chill’s past. “Well, you know about the whole thing with Hex and Malefor.” She started lightly, she didn’t want to assault Chill with anything too personal. “We might have a way to defeat them, but it requires a certain energy crystal.”

“How can I help?” Chill didn’t know what exactly Cynder needed her for, but she would do whatever she had to stop the villains.

Cynder inhaled as she thought of the right words for her question. After moments of awkward silence and a confused look from Chill, the Undead Skylander finally got to the point. “That crystal can be found in the Ice Kingdom. None of us have been there besides you. Do you know anything about it?”

Chill didn’t know what to say at first. “A crystal?” She gripped a part of the fountain, and as she did, the water behind her slowly began to freeze. “There was one, yes. Only… the queen and I knew of it.” As the warrior was thinking back, Cynder couldn’t ignore the ice climbing up the fountain. “But…”

“It’s okay.” Cynder put her claw onto Chill’s shoulder. “I know what happened, Roller Brawl told me.” She could see the shock and embarrassment that Chill expressed, but Cynder wanted to assure her that she had nothing to be ashamed of. “I didn’t expect it to be there anyway. We’re running out of options, I just wanted to make sure.”

Chill sighed. “It’s my fault.” While the Skylander lamented, the frozen fountain water thawed. “It’s my fault the castle is destroyed and the crystal is gone.”

“Don’t say that.” Cynder noticed Chill’s distant behavior before her talk with Roller Brawl, she knew how affected she was by that trip. “I wasn’t there, I don’t know the whole story, but you did the right thing. The Snow Queen was a villain, you only-”

“She wasn’t a villain!” The ice warrior shouted out of nowhere which startled Cynder. Chill’s eyes suddenly teared up before the Skylander’s head sunk into her hands. “She did bad things, but she’s still my queen. And I…”

“Still love her.” Cynder finished the sentence and Chill looked up at the dragoness.

Seeing Cynder’s calm face made Chill feel even worse. “I promised Roller Brawl that I’d get over it! She’s done so much for me, I can’t drag her down again.” Chill turned her head, she couldn’t look Cynder in the eyes. “I’m terrible, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not.” Cynder decided to give the Water Skylander some space and talk to her from a distance. “Our feelings are complicated. Sometimes we care about someone even if they’ve done bad things. They may not even deserve our love.” Cynder knew too well what that was like. “You need to know when to get away from someone, but you don’t have to reject all your feelings right away. You can take as much time as you need to process them.”

Chill was holding her arms in a protective manner when she looked over to Cynder who said just what she needed to hear. “It’s okay that I still love her?”

“As long as it doesn’t endanger you or others, yes.” Cynder has grown a lot during her time as a Skylander. She feels guilty for many things, but she’s learned that she doesn’t have to feel guilty for the way she feels.

“Thank you, Cynder.” Chill was able to give the fellow Skylander a gentle smile as she thought about the Snow Queen and how she truly felt about her.

“No problem.” Cynder returned a smile before heading back to Spyro and the others to find another option to stop Hex and Malefor.

While she was walking, the Undead Skylander glanced over to a window of the library. The same window she once broke on accident. The same glass. The same eyes. Cynder froze. They’re back. The glowing eyes that were haunting her a year ago were back in the same window Cynder once saw them in. The dragon blinked and they were gone again. It may have been her mind playing tricks on her, or it may have been a sign. Whatever it was, Cynder had to get back to the others. She knew with certainty that Malefor was the one behind it. They had to stop him.

Thick grey clouds blocked the sunlight above the village Enigma and Knight Light were in. After an hour of unsuccessful searching for Hex’ victims, the Trap Masters decided to move along.

“There’s no one here, we’ll need to look somewhere else.” Enigma told Knight Light who just left the last empty house.

The magician headed towards the air balloon at the edge of the island. As soon as he got inside the basket, Knight Light noticed that his staff glowed shortly. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Enigma was once again facing straight forward and didn’t even look at his ally while he was talking.

“Your staff glowed.” The knight was now more curious than ever to find out one of Enigma’s secrets. “Did you just cast a spell?”

“No. Now get inside the balloon we have to get going.” Enigma remained stubborn.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what that was.” Enigma may be persistent, but so is Knight Light. The Light Skylander crossed his arms and patiently waited in front of the balloon.

“Ugh, fine!” Enigma made his staff glow once more and suddenly moved his head again. “Whenever I get onto a balloon, and sometimes even an airship, I create an illusion in my mind which makes me believe that the aircraft is right above the ground at all times. I have to keep looking straight ahead otherwise it doesn’t work.”

Knight Light had to listen carefully to understand what the sorcerer was trying to say. “Why would you do that?”

Enigma was hesitant to answer. He eventually sighed and realized that it’s best to just get it over with. “Because… I’m afraid of heights.”

Knight Light didn’t expect to hear that. “You’re joking, right?

Enigma turning his cloaked head towards the angel was enough to tell him that he was being serious.

A Skylander who’s afraid of heights. Knight Light wanted to laugh at first, but that would have driven the Magic Skylander even further away, so he restrained himself. “Afraid of heights? But you live in a world with floating islands!”

“May I remind you that I used to live in another realm.” Enigma never told anyone that before. He hated feeling so vulnerable. “I tried to overcome it but it never fully goes away, so I came up with that spell.”

Knight Light couldn’t help but feel bad for the Trap Master now. He was glad that he finally shared a secret, but he didn’t want Enigma to feel like he’s making fun of him. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. In fact, I’ve always been afraid of water. Mostly because my wings are a disaster when they get wet, but I’m also not the best swimmer.”

While the angel was continuing to share some information about him, Enigma spotted two figures appearing in the middle of the town. “Uh, Knight Light.”

The Light Skylander stopped talking and turned around just to be startled by two zombie-like creatures getting closer. What the Skylanders didn’t know was that those two were Raven and Zion, Hex’ former friends and her first victims.

The elven sorceress and the spell punk stared at the heroes with their empty black eyes before summoning projectiles to toss at them. Enigma jumped out of the balloon while Knight Light rose into the air. “Looks like we were successful after all!”

“Don’t speak too soon, we still have to subdue them so I can try the spell.” Enigma held his staff in front of him and aimed a magical laser at Raven who got hit before immediately getting back up again. “That might be harder than I thought.”

As the Skylanders got into an intense battle with the corrupted magic casters, a pillar of light pierced the clouds and hit the ground behind the two Skylanders. From the heavens descended Angelica, an elite member of the Guardians who always keep watch over the Skylands. As usual, she was staring at her halo in the form of a screen, completely unaware of the fight happening right in front of her. When a fire ball passed her head a little too closely, the woman finally looked up. “Now what’s going on here?”

Knight Light recognized the familiar voice and swiftly turned around just to sigh with annoyance. “It’s kind of a bad time Angelica.”

“It always is.” Angelica scoffed at what she considered yet another failure on the Skylander’s end. “I assume those are the zombies that your fellow Skylander created?” The Guardians have heard all about Hex’ betrayal and her actions. They were just waiting to interfere.

“If you want to protect the Skylands like you always say, then why don’t you help us take them down?” Knight Light dodged an incoming orb from spell punk Zion and used his light powers to blind the enemy for a short moment.

“I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Angelica moved her hand to multiply her halo and place the glowing rings around each limb of the possessed sorcerers, making them unable to move from the spot. She then turned her sights back to Knight Light. “I am here to inform you that your wings rightfully belong to us.”

“What!?” Knight Light was furious. He has been going on missions restlessly to prove that he was worthy of his wings. This didn’t make any sense. “I’m going on daily missions! I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in months! I-”

“My superiors do not consider you worthy of them. It’s not for me to decide.” Even though it sounded like it wasn’t anything personal, Angelica couldn’t hide a quick smirk.

Knight Light was completely beside himself. This couldn’t be happening. He desperately looked over to Enigma who was holding his Traptanium sigil tightly as he approached the subdued Raven. “You know how much effort I’ve put into this! Tell her! Tell her that I deserve my wings!”

“Not now Knight Light! This might be our only chance to try the spell!” Ignoring the deeply shocked and hurt angel, Enigma moved his staff closer to Raven who tried to break free from the halos with all her strength. He recited some gibberish sentences and the staff emitted a magical light which engulfed the sorceress before she dropped to the ground and lied there motionlessly. The trio eagerly waited for some reaction. Suddenly the sorceress pushed herself up and created an explosion, sending the Skylanders and Angelica flying. While they were on the ground, the still possessed Raven used the opportunity to free Zion and flee from the island.

“It didn’t work!” Enigma hissed as he got back on his feet. “Hex’ magic is too powerful, there’s nothing we can do against it.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Angelica stood in front of the two Skylanders with crossed arms before she once again summoned her halo as a screen. “I will inform my superiors about this. That witch seems to be a bigger threat than we thought, we will have to take matters into our own hands.” The Guardian finished typing onto her screen and placed the halo back above her head. She then looked at Knight Light. “You have 24 hours to come to the Highlands where your wings will be removed. If you’re late, we’ll have to take them by force.” And with that, another light pillar appeared around Angelica and the woman ascended into the clouds before the sky darkened again.

The sound of thunder shook the area. Single drops of rain fell from the sky and hit the ground before the grey clouds began pouring down water. “We have to go.” Enigma turned around and headed towards the air balloon as the rain was dripping from his hood and shoulder pads.

“I thought we were friends.” Knight Light stood there looking down onto the wet ground. “You don’t even care what happens to me.”

Enigma held in. There was a moment of silence where only the showering rain could be heard. “I do care, but there’s nothing I can do. I don’t even know those Guardians!” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you like this!?” Knight Light raised his voice and once again stopped Enigma from walking away. He looked at the sorcerer with clenched teeth while water was running down his mask and the feathers of his wings. “We’ve been going on missions for months! Whenever I feel like you open up in the slightest bit you turn around and close yourself off again!”

“I go on missions to do my job, not to open up!” Enigma turned around to face the angered Light Skylander. “Why are you so obsessed with befriending me?”

“Because I want to!” Another awkward moment of silence occurred. Knight Light shook his head in anger before grabbing his hawk mask and throwing it to the ground, revealing his golden blonde hair and blue eyes which appeared more sad than angry now. “I want to get to know you, Enigma.”

Enigma had nothing to say, he just stared at the Trap Master as his short messy hair became wetter with each passing moment. There were many things the sorcerer could have said, but after giving it some thought, he settled for the easy way out. “Enough of this, Knight Light. We have to go.”

Knight Light’s saddened look then shifted to become even more furious than before. “Of course, use the mission as an excuse again! Is that all you can do? Come up with excuses!?” The Skylanders were standing in the pouring rain, one fueled by rage and the other eager to leave, yet neither of them moved an inch. “That’s what your hood is too, isn’t it? Just another excuse so you won’t have to confront anyone!”

Suddenly a lightning strike enlightened the sky and for a split second, part of Enigma’s blue skinned face was visible. However, Knight Light could only see his mouth. The magician wasn’t happy, he could tell. The angel gave the cloaked Skylander another glaring look before clenching his fist and exhaling. “Go to the Academy, I have to take care of something.” A much calmer tone of voice.

He didn’t want to admit it, but Enigma felt terrible. The last thing he wanted to do is to leave Knight Light like that. Yet instead of saying anything he simply turned around, entered the balloon and left. Knight Light stayed in the rain. The Light Skylander grabbed his mask off the ground and turned his head towards the sky. He clenched his fists after putting his mask back on and ran across the wet pavement before spreading his wings to fly straight up.

Back at the Academy the Skylanders were still looking for a way to protect themselves against Hex and Malefor. Cynder told Spyro that the energy crystal from the Ice Kingdom was no more, which forced them to reconsider their options. After many discussions and ideas, Spyro finally came up with the perfect solution.

The purple dragon ran off and entered a building nearby. “Spyro, where are you going?” Cynder followed her friend, as did Calliope.

“I have it Cynder, I know how we will protect ourselves!” Spyro ran further down the dark corridor until they reached a circular room with a book on a pedestal in the middle of it. “We need a shield around the Academy, but making one would trap us inside and make it impossible to react to anything outside. Unless it didn’t.”

“Spyro please explain what this is all about.” Cynder watched as the dragon skimmed through the pages of the giant book with a hopeful smile. Calliope curiously peeked over the leader’s shoulder.

“The Book of Skylanders! We can use it to alter the shield so we can move freely and have a place where we’re protected!” Spyro was proud of his idea and eagerly waited for the response of his ally.

“You mean you want to magically connect the book to the shield so that it allows all Skylanders to pass through it?” Cynder rephrased what Spyro said in a way that was more understandable for her.

“That sounds brilliant!” Calliope was impressed. “That way your enemies can’t reach you, but you can always reach them!”

“Exactly!” Spyro was glad to hear the fairy’s enthusiasm before seeing the more skeptical Cynder. “It will work, I know it will.”

Cynder looked at the book and then back at Spyro. Something was telling her that it wouldn’t work, but what other option did they have? “Fine, let’s do it!”

The Skylanders followed through with Spyro’s plan. By combining the technology of the shielding system and the magic of the book, they were able to create a barrier which would keep anyone but the Skylanders in and out. The heroes could get out in the case of an emergency and back to the Academy to retreat. The plan seemed perfect.

Before the shield was activated, Calliope said her goodbyes and left. She watched as the light blue hexagon patterns appeared around the Academy. Her friendly smile then shifted into a frown as the fairy flew further away. On a small island nearby, yet out of the Skylander’s sight, were Hex and Malefor. They were waiting for her.

As soon as the fairy arrived in front of the two intimidating villains, Malefor opened his dangerously sharp mouth. “What are they planning? Speak, fairy!”

Hex raised her hand to silence the dragon while keeping her eyes on Calliope. “Tell us everything they told you. And don’t even think about lying to me.”

Calliope hesitated. She gulped before licking her lips and revealing the Skylanders’ plan. “They have a shield which will only let the Skylanders through, everyone else is locked out.”

Hex kept her neutral expression while Malefor squinted his eyes. Calliope carefully tried to look behind the witch and giant dragon to see if there was anything there. The fairy put a forced smile on to appeal to the undeads. “And… where are…”

“They’re right here.” Malefor moved his wing aside to reveal Calliope’s family. Her mother, father and three sisters.

Normally Calliope would be happy to see them, but instead she had a look of horror on her face. Her entire family had haunting black eyes and they were slowly moving towards the fairy in an unsettling manner. “Mom… dad… sisters? It’s me, Calliope! I saved-”

Before she could speak another word, the fairy family unleashed ear-piercing screams and threw itself onto its youngest member. Calliope screamed as her family violently attacked her.

Hex watched without a hint of emotions while Malefor’s mouth curved into a sick smile. When Calliope’s screaming ceased, the remaining family members all reverted to their normal state and were horrified to see the fairy’s dead body in front of them with her blood on their hands.

Through the crying and sobbing of the fairy family, Malefor conversed with Hex. “The Skylanders still believe they have the upper hand. What utter fools.” The dragon scoffed.

Hex looked into the distance where the Academy was being protected by the new shield. The place she once considered her home was now nothing more than a fortress filled with ignorant creatures that deserved to suffer. “Their time has run out.”

The witch stretched out her arms which created a light purple fog around the island she was floating on. The cloud grew and spread across the entire sky until it finally reached the Academy. The Skylanders were worried and confused to see the strange fog appear out of nowhere and stick to the shield. Whatever it was, they were prepared to face the worst.

#skylanders #skylanders after the end #skylanders ate #ate #chapter 2 #fanfiction #original story #spyro #cynder #chill #calliope #enigma #knight light

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shireness-says · 6 years ago

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Summary:��Emma may be out the night before Easter as a favor to Mary Margaret, but she didn't expect to see Killian Jones in the center of town. After midnight. In a rabbit suit. Rated T for language. ~2.5K. Also on Ao3.

A/N: Happy Easter to those who celebrate it! Yes, this is going up a little early, but I’ll be busy tomorrow and the events of the fic happen the night before anyways. It’s a good enough excuse. Loosely based on an episode of the mid-90s BBC comedy “The Vicar of Dibley”, which I watched an inexplicable amount of as a kid for someone born after it premiered in the United States. It’s still funny.

Thanks to @snidgetsafan for her beta-ing and half the puns. She’s the best.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Storybrooke, Maine has always been a little too good to be true.

After all, there isn’t really a place with an annual candle-based festival, or one where an entire town takes a lonely orphan girl under their collective wing, or one with a massive town-wide Easter egg hunt. It’s absurd. That place can’t exist.

And yet, somehow, Storybrooke does.

Emma Swan even knows the person who dresses as the Easter Bunny every year (because that’s exactly the kind of town Storybrooke is) - a lovely young lady named Mary Margaret Nolan, local fifth grade teacher and daughter of the late Leo Blanchard, the former mayor who’d originated this tradition in the first place. Mary Margaret continuing her father’s legacy, rabbit costume and all, is the least shocking of all of this - something about continuity and family tradition and other sentiments that belong in a friggin’ Hallmark movie. After all, this is Storybrooke, the only town in the world where all of this seems natural.

Mary Margaret Nolan also happens to be Emma Swan’s best friend, which is how she gets pulled into this whole mess in the first place.

“I don’t know what happened, but I’ve caught some sort of stomach bug,” she’d explained to Emma over the phone. She’d certainly sounded miserable, her voice echoing around the bathroom where undoubtedly she’d still been camped. That’s probably why Emma had agreed when Mary Margaret had begged Emma to do her a huge favor.

Unfortunately, that favor had been to dress up as the goddamn Easter Bunny to hide eggs around town.

(Personally, Emma thinks insisting she wear a costume is stupid, but Mary Margaret had been insistent.

“What if one of the kids sees you?” she’d asked, like there’d actually be school kids peeking out their windows at half past midnight. Lucky for Mary Margaret, one of the few guilt trips that still works on Emma is the prospect of disappointed kids.)

She feels ridiculous, honestly. Blatantly ridiculous. If Mary Margaret has a bug, there’s no way Emma is putting on her rabbit suit, so Emma had taken things into her own hands. Rabbit footie pajamas complete with fluffy tail and some ears on a headband is close enough, right? Especially since she’s painted whiskers and teeth on her face? Mary Margaret’s very fancy and expensive rabbit suit doubtless wouldn’t have fit anyways, since Emma is a good several inches taller. Hey, if she has to do this insane thing, at least she’s going to be comfortable.

Hiding eggs is kinda fun, Emma has to admit. It’s a bit of fun she never really got as a kid, only seeing it on TV and wishing she could do that too. She’d already been 15 by the time the Nolans had taken her in, eventually for good, and Emma had already been too old and full of teenage attitude to take part in the hunt herself, even if the residents of Storybrooke - who adopted her nearly as much as Ruth and Robert and David had - doubtless would have cheered her on if she had. It’s fun, finding clever little places to stash eggs for the older kids and easier spots that will make the littler ones feel clever, all the while hearing the rattle of coins and candy inside the plastic.

Sure, there’s a few eggs in spots Emma doesn’t remember leaving anything, but it’s half past midnight. It’s easy enough to write that off as tiredness and simple forgetfulness. Since the eggs are fake, Emma doesn’t need to keep a map of where she hides things for later. She’s the only one out doing this, anyways, and the eggs don’t look like they’ve been left outside for a year; there’s no reason to think she’s not the one who hid them.

That makes it all the more shocking to look across the town square and see another figure in full rabbit costume with a wagon full of eggs.

“What the…” she mutters, squinting as if it could somehow make the sight make sense.

Meanwhile, the other rabbit takes off their head piece - one of those massive mascot-type deals. “Swan?” they call in an accented male voice, before moving closer into her clear line of sight.

Oh shit. She knows exactly who it is: Killian Jones, local bartender and object of her lust (and possible love). And the last person Emma wants to see facing her in a rabbit suit.

Emma not wanting to see Jones has nothing to do with her own feelings; she’s willing to admit, at least to herself, that she likes Jones one hell of a lot, likes his smile and his sense of humor and that delicious accent that sends shivers chasing down her spine, even if all three are usually directed at other people. There’s been an attraction, at least on her part, ever since he moved to Storybrooke almost two and a half years ago now. No, the problem is that Jones doesn’t like her, and Emma can’t figure out why.

She’d thought it was some kind of jealousy at first, what with the way she catches him glaring whenever she interacts with other men in the bar, but it’s more than that. If she leans over the bar to try and talk to him over the noise, he groans. If they see each other in public, he offers only the briefest pleasantries before heading in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. Honestly, he seems disdainful of everything about her. The heart wants what the heart wants, though, and Emma’s never been able to quash her attraction to Killian Jones, God help her.

“What are you doing here, lass?” he asks as he approaches until he’s close enough for Emma to reach out and touch his mascot suit if she wanted too. Did Storybrooke High change its team from the Knights to the… Demon Rabbits or something? She doesn’t follow high school sports close enough to remember; all she knows is that the enormous rabbit head under Killian’s arm is freaking her out with its dead eyes and cartoonish teeth.

“What do you think I’m doing out here?” Emma shoots back, probably harsher than is needed in the situation. Maybe this is why she’s still single. “I’m hiding Easter eggs. Jesus Christ, where did you get that awful costume?”

“No,” he replies slowly, gesturing towards his ridiculous wagon. “I’m the one hiding Easter eggs. And technically, Swan, it’s already Easter, it seems pretty bold to be taking the Lord’s name in vain on Easter. But, for the record, Belle lent it to me from the drama department. The high school put on a production of Harvey last year, don’t you remember?”

“Shut up,” she mumbles. The know-it-all attitude definitely isn’t helping any of this… even if Emma hadn’t remembered that play. Musical? Whatever. “Okay, well, I don’t know why you’d be hiding eggs still, because Mary Margaret asked me to take over since she’s sick.” Emma’s getting a bit defensive about this, but she can’t actually bring herself to care.

“And David asked me for the same reason. I don’t know why you’re arguing with me about this, Swan.”

“Because you’re not supposed to be here!” she all but explodes, before reigning her emotions back in. It’s just a weird misunderstanding; there’s no reason to get mad at Killian for something that’s not his fault. Probably. “Look, just… I don’t want to be in your way, just as much as you don’t want me in your way, so you take the North end and I’ll hide stuff on the South end. Everything gets covered and you won’t have to deal with me. Fine by you?”

“That seems a bit harsh,” Killian mumbles back. Notably, he doesn’t answer her question, which Emma tries not to be pissed about. God, this man some days.

“What, the divide and conquer plan? Not sure what you’d find harsh about that.”

“No, the part where you seem to think I’m bothered by you.”

“Look, you don’t have to pretend, Killian. I know you don’t like me, and it’s fine, I’m a big girl, we’ll just stay out of each other’s hair —”

“What makes you think I don’t like you?” To his credit, Killian does look genuinely confused. That almost pisses Emma off more - this who, me? act that he’s apparently decided to put on.

“Oh please. I’d have to be blind not to see the glares and hear the groans and whatever. I’m not an idiot, I can put two and two together.”

“It’s not what you think,” Killian argues - weakly, in Emma’s opinion - turning red to his very ears.

“You go out of your way to avoid me,” she deadpans.

“Yeah, but it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s because…” Killian trails off for a moment, before muttering something unintelligible.

“I didn’t understand a single word of that,” Emma comments dryly, crossing her arms. “Try again.”

Killian sighs heavily. “Look, I really like you, alright?”

“No you don’t.” It’s a stupid thing to say, considering that he literally just told her so (and turned adorably red doing it), but it’s Emma’s knee-jerk reaction. There’s no way, right?

He scratches behind his ear - a sign Emma’s learned means he’s uncomfortable or embarrassed. Could he actually be serious? “Aye, I really do. Veering rather alarmingly towards the territory of “smitten”, if I’m quite honest.”

“But you’re always so... disapproving,” she tries to reason. “If you like me so much, why all the glaring and the groaning?”

“When do I groan?”

“Usually when I’m leaning against the bar, though I can probably come up with other examples.”

Killian laughs. It’s very much unexpected. “You’d groan too, Swan, if a lady you fancied had a habit of leaning down right in front of you and perfectly displaying all her lovely undergarments. I’m just a man, love, and that lacy black number does things to me.”

Oh. Oh. Well, she supposes that makes enough sense. Still… “Well, what about everything else? You go out of your way to avoid me, don’t pretend you don’t.”

He sighs again, a frustrated sound this time. Maybe a little sad too. “I know it doesn’t make much sense. And believe me, it wasn’t at all for lack of want. But you’re my best friend’s little sister,” he shrugs. “David can be protective, not that I blame him. I’m sure I’d be the same if I had a younger sister. But the fact remains that I’m not too keen on him cutting my balls off over this, especially since it’s so one-sided.”

That gives Emma pause for a moment. “Wait, one-sided?” she demands. “Is that what you think this is?”

“Aye,” he says, hanging his head. Rejection tinges his tone - needlessly, really, but he’s not picking up one her cues in the least. “Which is fine, Swan, I’m a grown lad and my feelings are my own. I’m not asking… that is, I’d never assume you felt the same, and nothing needs to change —”

“Whoa, hold on, that’s not —” Emma cuts herself off to collect her own thoughts, running her hands along her scalp in an anxious gesture. It’s been an absolute 180 in the past few minutes where her perception of their relationship is concerned, and she feels the need to take a few moments to try and recenter herself, collect her bearings. “Fuck,” she grumbles, “this is not how I imagined this going at all.”

“How you imagined what, love?” Confusion still colors his face; that just won’t do. She’s making a total hash of this - though she’d argue that that’s kind of on him as well - but maybe there’s still a way to redeem it. It’s about the destination, not the journey, right?

(She’s pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes, but she also doesn’t care anymore.)

So she kisses him, reaches across and hauls Killian down to meet her mouth by the front of the ridiculous vest his stupid rabbit costume is wearing. It’s the only redeeming factor of the whole thing, allowing her some form of leverage.

The kiss isn’t a gentle thing. Somehow, in her mind, Emma always imagined sweeping instrumentals as her and Killian’s lips brushed, hands stealing tentatively into hair and across cheeks. This is… not that. There’s a lot of tongue and a bit of teeth (mostly on her part) and honestly, the word she’s looking for to describe this is probably closest to devour. After waiting so goddamn long there just doesn’t seem to be a point in taking it slow; instead, she’d rather try to make up for every missed second, all at once. Not that Killian seems opposed to it. Rather, he seems determined to pull Emma as close as humanly possible, like if she’s just plastered tight enough to his front he can feel her through his ridiculous bulky rabbit suit.

Eventually, the franticness starts to settle into something easier, tongues giving way to lips, nipping giving way to sucking. They’ve finally perfected the angle too, noses just barely brushing as their mouths meet. Emma’s hands have settled on his chest, faux-furred as it is, and Killian’s have begun to creep down from her hips towards her ass. After his talk about being tormented by the sightline down her shirt, Emma would have figured he was a boob man, but hey, she’s not opposed to this development either…

Until he reaches the stupid fluffball on the seat of her pants and pulls.

Emma jerks back at that. “Did you just tweak my tail?” she demands, staring at him incredulously.

“Couldn’t help myself, love,” he teases, dropping a little kiss on her nose. “You make a bloody cute Easter Bunny.”

“Oh my God, file that under ‘things I never want to hear again’,” Emma groans, but she’s smiling too. It’s hard not to, now that she gets to enjoy his playful side. “C’mon, we’ve got to finish hiding these eggs… but maybe you can come back to my burrow afterwards.” She even throws in a wink for good measure, now that there’s no reason they can’t have a little fun.

“I’m holding you to that, love,” he says, crossing back to his wagon as Emma collects her own fabric grocery sack full of eggs. Once they’re both collected again, his terrifying rabbit head perched in the wagon’s bucket, Killian offers his free pawto her. “Shall we?”

“Yeah, alright.”

They’ve barely started walking again before the realization hits Emma, making her groan.

“What is it, love?” Killian asks, his voice full of concern.

“Nothing to worry about, not really,” she quickly clarified. “I just realized… if this is Mary Margaret and David’s idea of a set up, I’m going to kill them.”

Killian laughs uproariously at that, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Ah, well, all’s well that ends well, right?”

(As it turns out, no one really believes Mary Margaret when she tries to claim that this is exactly what she had planned all along. Distraction induced by morning sickness is much more believable, after all, than setting up two people to fall in love as the Easter Bunnies.)

(Emma and Killian are a little too busy doing some other things like rabbits to care too much.)

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fanfiction #my writing #Ear-resistable #holiday fic #Easter #happy Sunday everyone

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 7 years ago

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I too am in a TWW rewatch, because well I enjoy torturing myself by watching competent articulate political types. (That and the great tv) I'm really struggling with Will. He seems like such an creep the further it goes on yet all the female characters seem to like him. I feel like I'm missing something. Do you have any views on him?

I have views on everything!! :D Seriously though, nobody’s ever asked me about Will so what a great chance for an essay. (This got REALLY long, fair warning.)

First, a disclaimer. I’ve never been very active on Twitter, but when I started using it, I mostly followed TWW actors. I occasionally tweeted at them, and I never expected responses, because they were amazing actors from this show I revered, and I was a random fangirl on social media. But two of them did, and were SO nice, and it shocked me so much back in the day to realize how kind and down-to-earth TWW cast is, when I had just seen the series and hadn’t yet found tumblr or watched interviews. It really made an impression on me. Richard Schiff called me ‘very sweet’ and won my heart forever, and Joshua Malina was also totally friendly and nice, so much so that I felt bad for never really liking his character much.

That’s right, I too used to think Will was obnoxious. But once I realized the actor was kinda awesome, I reconsidered his character and gave him a chance. So I’m glad you asked me, as I’ve been on both sides with Will and really love him now.

IMO, Will Bailey came in not just as a replacement for Sam, but also as a character with very different values, who was meant to contrast with our heroes at a crucial time.

Mid-S4, when Will is first introduced, we meet him as a skilled, idealistic writer who’s also got strong organizational and leadership skills. That’s different from any of our faves, since both Sam and Toby are talented wordsmiths, and both are idealistic in their own ways, but they’re also both oriented towards behind-the-scenes work. Toby is very team-focused and loyal but he would like it if everyone would leave him alone and let him do what he’s good at–messaging and writing and trying to nudge the people around him onto the path he thinks is best. When CJ is promoted above him to become COS, he cares even less about the professional snub than Josh does, because it’s not something he wanted.

And while Sam has political aspirations, he never really shows leadership qualities. He’s an excellent second to Toby and even for Josh when needed, but he’s also shown to be the least canny and experienced of them all, and you could argue that being in front of the camera as a candidate for office doesn’t always equal being a leader, if your staff is really running the show for you, which is what Sam’s campaign looks like. Everyone around him coordinates the details and runs things to leave him space to just be The Guy. But Will Bailey is both the guy running the show behind the scenes AND the guy who can get on camera and speak about the politics and ideals of his campaign because his family and professional background made him much more well-rounded. Heck, he’s even in the armed forces on top of all that! He’s portrayed as good at all the things he does.

Now, what’s interesting to me is that Will, as he’s first introduced, is much more confident and idealistic than he is later on. Early Will goes through a serious transformation, from Toby’s new second to an independent operator who lacks the loyalty the others have to a man more than to a party. To some extent, Will’s rebellious, ‘you need me more than I need you’ attitude was there from the moment Sam showed up to his winning campaign, but I think that who Aaron Sorkin (who had worked with the actor a lot before) conceived him as changed after Sorkin left. The showrunners for S5-7 saw an opportunity in his character’s feisty campaign background and turned him into someone with even less personal loyalty and more detached pragmatism.

The fact is, that’s not what Sorkin-era TWW is about. One of the reasons the later seasons are so different is their clear-eyed look at campaign chaos and shifting loyalties and all the small on-the-ground work that we didn’t see with President Bartlet. The earlier seasons are very much about our found family of staffers and the First Family and watching them fight the status quo that constrains them because they won. They always want to do better, and be better, and as much as they acknowledge the reality that you have to win in order to change the world, the show still promises us that it’s the change that actually matters, and it isn’t worth winning if you have to sell your soul to do it.

So if there’s a spectrum along which everyone falls, based on how much they’re willing to ‘go along to get along’ versus making trouble for the sake of their beliefs, Will Bailey is on the exact opposite end from say, Amy Gardner, with our core characters in the middle. I’ve rambled about Amy before, about how her values and priorities are so different from our heroes that she’s an antagonist even as she works with them a lot of the time. Will has the same complicated relationship with the people we’ve been rooting for for years, but for drastically different reasons. Amy is at odds with the West Wing because she’ll do whatever it takes to win the argument and get what she wants, pulling the Democrats to the left whenever possible.

Will, though–especially in S5 and beyond–is at odds with the West Wing even when he’s in the West Wing, because for all his ideals, he has no problem with compromise. He sees nothing wrong with moving to the middle if it helps you win, if it gets you more power. He’s willing to look like an idiot for the White House, he’s willing to go in front of the press core and be beaten up for days if it will help the cause, he doesn’t hesitate to jump to a new campaign that he thinks could win, because winning is how you get the things you want. Probably, being a diplomat’s son has something to do with how accommodating he is, and how able Will is to justify any position, any choice. We’re told he’s very good with words, but he was probably also good at Debate in school, because he can clearly turn any situation around as needed.

Which means that while Will’s instinct is to adjust and Amy’s is to dig her heels in, they share the one quality that makes any TWW character harder to like: they answer only to themselves. Above all else, their ‘constituency of one’ is themselves rather than a specific politician or even the party. Will is a Democrat, but he’ll happily buck the party wisdom in favor of what he thinks will win. And that puts him up against Toby, the President, Josh, etc, at different times because he bases his choices on his own ideals and they’re just different from those of the Bartlet Administration, which spends 8 years fighting to stay progressive and deciding it’s better to go down fighting than do or say things they don’t believe in.

Will is also an interesting foil for Donna after she leaves the White House, and not just because they become coworkers and good friends. Along with the fact that she left Josh and struck out on her own, most of her post-Sorkin conflict with Josh is actually based on WHO she went to work for and how differently she and Josh see that decision/what it says about her and her time working under Josh. By going to work for Russell, Donna shows that she’s less concerned with finding the perfect underdog candidate and more interested in a future that keeps up Democratic progress after President Bartlet leaves office. She is never dedicated to Russell as a man, and over time becomes visibly concerned with his flaws as a man and a candidate. But tellingly, Will isn’t any more personally loyal to Russell than Donna is–and he’s the one running the man’s whole campaign!

It says a lot about Will that for all the moments when Russell shows himself to be less than honorable, Will clearly disagrees with his actions…but he stays. Because Russell was never why he left the Bartlet Administration, or why he took on the new campaign. He took it on because he’s good at winning campaigns, and in Russell he saw someone who could win, and he may have even admired the antagonistic streak that came out once Russell became VP. Russell also had no interest in the ‘cult of Bartlet’ and quickly proved that he wouldn’t even have the level of respect that Hoynes had for Josiah Bartlet as a man. Most of the characters on TWW consider that strike one against Russell and a major character flaw, but Will doesn’t. He respects the President and the office but he didn’t know Jed before the MS reveal, he sees him from more of a removed distance, and his White House job is a JOB to him more than a calling.

Again, some of this was less true during the Sorkin era. The Will Bailey who lost the ability to speak when he was officially offered Sam’s position is much more in awe of the gravity of it all, and it’s hard to see that guy jumping ship to support a moderate candidate that nobody in the White House even likes. But the hints of who he ends up as were there from the beginning, the way he tells off Sam and Toby even before he works with them–he’s always an outsider.

So the outsider factor, that makes it harder to like Will or any TWW character that doesn’t automatically get along with the others. Ainsley Hayes may be ‘the enemy’ as a Republican, but she is amiable and smoothly tries to change minds–and when she isn’t able to, she opts to live and let live. Will is harsher, more combative at times, and I don’t know if it’s just me, but that makes me feel defensive and protective towards the staffers he’s arguing with. After all, I adore them and I barely know him, how dare he?

But of course, his actions and his beliefs make perfect sense from HIS perspective. He’s had a successful career, and being a part of the Administration was never a goal of his, so he doesn’t need to go out of his way to defer to their judgement or stay quiet in the face of their superior wisdom. He was raised to know how to work people and get his way, but he was also raised with incredible privilege and confidence and if he was banished from TWW inner circle it wouldn’t be much of a loss for him. Being an outsider isn’t a problem for him, he spent his life that way as a diplomat’s son, so he never feels the need to conform the way he would have to in order to really become a part of the gang.

Honestly, the only reason he ever gels as a part of the group is because Josh leaves and Toby is fired and they need Will to speak for the White House–finally he’s the ultimate insider, he’s the Bartlet mouthpiece, and the only original senior staffer left is CJ, so once Will and Kate bond they’re the center of the staff that’s left, and he has somebody on his side. (And once he’s off the campaign trail, the show goes back to highlighting his neurotic and geeky side, because he can’t be the ‘win at all costs’ guy anymore and needed a new focus.)

So here’s why I think it can be hard to like Will: he often seems like an entitled, immune-to-criticism, antagonistic opportunist. At his worst he seems to think the means justify the ends, despite his progressive beliefs in general, and that means he’s the guy who could get almost anybody elected–which is great when it’s S3 and Bruno Gianelli is on Bartlet’s side, but less so when Russell seems like not much of an improvement on Hoynes in terms of decency and intelligence and Will has the skills to actually make that guy President.

BUT, (and I can’t guarantee this will help you but I think it’s important because Will does exist as a complex, multidimensional character, and that’s a good thing even though it means he has flaws) at his best he is an adorable dork who wants to make the world better, will take jobs because he believes they need doing even if they’re not his own personal dream, is willing to put himself in danger to save and protect others, and is not just talented but also very knowledgeable about the same kind of geeky Constitutional and political history that Jed Bartlet is.

What I’m trying to say is that Will, as much as anyone on TWW, is the product of his good and bad qualities, and both sides of that equation come from his core traits. His ability to ignore others’ criticism because he’s secure in who he is can be annoying when it’s Toby or Josh trying to talk sense into him, but it also means he survives hazing with friendly ease and stands up for the White House’s positions like a pro. He cares more about winning than fighting the narrowest version of the good fight, but he’s not wrong that winning is better for progressive goals than losing for the sake of ideological purity (hi 2016, I have not missed you). He isn’t loyal to the Bartlet Adminstration above all else–but if everyone were, then the President would be a dictator. Intra-party fighting can weaken a party but it also allows for diversity rather than a cult mentality.

So, here’s what it comes down to. Will isn’t Sam, and that means Toby could never really like or trust him, even if he had become more loyal. Will is a political relativist, which means Josh was never going to agree with his choices, as Josh has always put people first and hates having to compromise. Will is a privileged white guy (played by a Jewish actor, but never canonically established as Jewish) so CJ tolerates him but doesn’t genuinely like him for some time, because that’s just how she rolls. Leo leaves Will under Toby’s purview, and Jed has even less direct interaction with him. He spends a lot of his time battling a group of young female interns we never see again (tbh I can’t stand those scenes and if that’s where you get your creep factor, I get it). Given how disconnected he often is from the central cast, is it any wonder he’s mostly underappreciated and ignored by fans as well?

As for why the female characters on the show don’t seem bothered by him, even when you are, I think there’s a couple of possible explanations. First of all, TWW is a show that doesn’t show us that much–we have to assume that all of these characters, who practically live at work, spend a TON of time together offscreen, just by the nature of their jobs. If most of that time is similar to Will’s comedic scenes, where he’s a giant nerd with bikes in his office whose response to stress is the fetal position, then presumably his coworkers see his flawed human side, in an endearing rather than annoying way.

And secondly, we as viewers don’t have that perspective. We don’t even have the benefit of being these characters living in the early ‘00s, when it was a given that the government would be full of overconfident oblivious men and that’s just what women were expected to handle with poise and sweetness. Clearly things haven’t changed much over the years when it comes to White House staff and a backdrop of misogyny at work, but for a lot of us as viewers the world has progressed.

So Donna gets along with Will as her boss who can be kind of dense or morally ambivalent sometimes, but she’s also spent almost a decade dealing with the most powerful men in America. As an assistant, for most of that time. To her, even Will’s worst moments are barely a blip in the grand scheme of things. And CJ is totally unimpressed by Will’s smarts and talent because she works with the smartest and most talented men she’s ever known, but he serves a purpose and doesn’t get in her way, so she has no problem with him. Kate rose to power through the ranks of military men and has definitely seen, and probably injured, worse guys than Will Bailey. All the women of TWW have spent their careers dealing with men of varying character. I mean, even compared to some of Sam’s comments, Will must seem downright harmless.

TL;DR Can Will Bailey be a patronizing know-it-all who puts his own interests before party and found family? Absolutely. Is he a bad guy? Not at all. He’s just a different kind of good guy than those The West Wing conditioned us to admire and root for.

#an unexpected ode to #will bailey #thanks for this ask it really made me think!!#tww #the west wing #meta #rambling #mine #replies #karma1987uk

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galvatronsthighs · 6 years ago

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Cyclonus was one of many seekers who found themselves drawn in by the fancy speeches and bold moves made by a fellow gladiator.

As a member of the ‘younger leagues’ of a gang of flying gladiators engaging in aerial battles, he knew where Megatron was coming from and was more than willing to follow this up and coming, new leader. As such he often made flights around the ‘base’ of this building revolution, accepted into the ranks and made a part of the flying division, size and physical strength putting him in the high ranks immediately. Not only that he was very loyal and also had a strong sense of commitment that made him a mech of interest to Megatron.

It was during one of these flights near the headquarters that Cyclonus saw something bright purple falling from the sky!

Realising someone had managed to fall from the higher levels the Seeker dove forwards grabbing the mech mid-air and holding him tight until he calmed down enough to be moved. Slowly Cyclonus lowered the now calmer mech to the floor. He was surprised when the fellow thanked him with the biggest hug he’d ever had since he moved from his caretaker units house! The duo introduced themselves and Cyclonus learnt this clumsy, affectionate guy was named Galvatron. Without a moment’s hesitation, Cyclonus found himself invited to hang out with Galvatron’s friends at MacCadam’s where he met Galvatron’s other friends, Like Bumblebee. It seemed great! Being around Galvatron was like a welcome breath of fresh air from the stuffy Seeker trainees he was usually around. Even Bumblebee hit it off with him, jokingly calling each other “The Horn bro’s”, even then he still wound up talking to Galvatron more.

He always seemed to like making him laugh and when Cyclonus laughed, everyone knew about it, but Galvatron seemed to giggle and immediately try making him laugh again.

Megatron’s training regime got more and more strict and harsher, Cyclonus could hardly find time to hang with his friends so much anymore. Though that changed when he found Galvatron at the barracks window tapping for him to come outside, he and Bumblebee had snuck in to hang out with him, it had been Bumblebee’s idea but only prompted because he claimed Galvatron was worse than a wet cyber-cat without him around. It warmed his Spark to know they still cared for him. Trying to find some way they could spend more time together Cyclonus invited them to his practices, it became easier to slip out with them and hang out. Galvatron started greeting him with a hug each time. He saw MacCadam’s more and more as they hung out, even if Maccadam himself was saying more and more strange things about him. So what if Galvatron smiling made him smile? You’re always happy when a friend’s happy, duh. Although… Galvatron was getting more withdrawn and quiet it… hurt in a way Cyclonus hadn’t felt before. During one particularly intense bout of training; Cyclonus was part of a devastating crash, his wing was broken and practically hanging off. He’d lose it if something wasn’t done quickly. Bumblebee and the field medic rushed off to get a stretcher to take him away but Galvatron stayed by making a distressed warbling sound as he fussed over him. It was at that point Galvatron turned green. Cyclonus was shocked as the light bathed over him and the returning medic and yellow scout looked on as Galvatron’s new energy wrapped it’s way around his wing and through his body. The energy surged through Cyclonus’s self-repair circuitry making them feel a thousand times stronger, his wing snapped and twisted in on itself, new filaments, wires and joints spread out. Just like that Cyclonus’s wing was good as new. He was too distracted at the pristine wing jutting from his back that he didn’t notice the warmth spreading through his chassis as a tired but happy Galvatron flopped over him in a big hug. It was certainly strange but Cyclonus tried to push it out of his processor, it wasn’t until a couple cycles later when Bumblebee cornered him that he started to make sense out of the myriad of strange thoughts bustling through his processor. The little yellow scout showed off a video on his device, Galvatron was hugging him after healing him and Cyclonus could see his own cheek plates brimming with a tinge of colour. Bumblebee had a smug look on his face that only grew in intensity as Cyclonus desperately tried to deny the video evidence but it was no use the little scout was not leaving and was not going to let this go. He fumbled shyly with his digits still trying to sidestep the issue when Bumblebee grabbed his arm and physically dragged him (to the best of his abilities) along, pushing him in front of a very confused Galvatron. “I… date….. Us… me?” Came the eventual stunning question after Cyclonus spent forever umming and ahhing. Bumblebee thankfully cleared it up when Galvatron had no idea what he was talking about. Galvatron seemed just as shy as Cyclonus when he finally nodded a ‘yes’ in response. What followed was what Bumblebee called “The most adorably awkward hug I’m surprised Primus himself didn’t rise up to yell at you two to kiss already”. Everyone seemed to ‘aww’ at their relationship, they blushed when they held hands, which really was something as they held them constantly. Maccadam cheered and gave everyone a free drink. Bumblebee (badly) sang them a love song as they went out for a meal together (he managed to sneak in with an instrument just to play at their tableside) before being chased out by staff. Even Soundwave seemed to quietly drop by and give them tickets to a Rosanna concert. They hardly left each other's side and it filled Cyclonus’s spark to the brim with a warmth he hadn’t felt before. Although, Galvatron seemed distant, there were days when Cyclonus wouldn’t find him where they agreed to meet, he’d just get a short message saying Megatron had made plans for the day. That was fair, he was their leader so no big deal right? Then Megatron showed up more taking Galvatron away mid-date and crashing their nights. Tired of this Cyclonus waited in Galvatron’s room one night, waited for him to return. When he did Cyclonus saw him covered in freshly welded gashes, his optics strained to the point of leaking and his own stabilizers so shot he was shaking like a leaf. He hardly had the energy to deny Cyclonus when he bounded forth and wrapped him up in a hug. It was at this point Galvatron broke down and sobbed. Megatron was hurting him, experimenting on him. Tearing bits of him open and jamming energy rods inside, monitoring him, his energy, his power running haywire everytime it happened, how it hurt and burned. How Megatron furiously snapped and threw him around like a ragdoll when they were alone, how… How he only saw darkness in the grey leaders spark whenever he touched him. Cyclonus was dumbfounded, left to hug his boyfriend as he cried. He didn’t want to believe that Megatron, for all his promises of a great Cybertron, his promises of a better, united world, would do all this. But the scars and wounds didn’t lie. He could not in good conscience allow the one who brought light to his life to suffer so, he wiped away his tears and promised him, as long as he functioned he will rescue him from this torment.

They shared a poignant kiss vowing to be free of the torture, to run away and be free together, but it would be difficult. He knew there were rising tensions between the rising factions, the only way to fix this would be to crawl to the Autobots. Knowing which side he stood on Cyclonus met up with Bumblebee and told him he had to get Galvatron out of there. He was shocked and a little nervous when Optimus Prime appeared alongside the scout. Bumblebee had picked up on his odd behaviour and the not-always-well-hidden scars on his friend and had passed on this information. Optimus had agreed that it combined with certain qualities displayed by Galvatron lead him to be very concerned at the young mech staying in Megatron's care. But Megatron was no fool, he noted his ‘weapons’ little friend acting concerned and knew that he had befriended those who sided with Optimus. As the tensions got higher the guards around Galvatron increased and as much as Cyclonus tried to argue, he was moved further and further away hardly able to see him at all. He could only dread the things that were happening to Galvatron but knew he wouldn’t be able to get to him like this. It was a awful time but he pretended to be loyal to Megatron, doing anything and everything he said no matter how degrading. Hope came to him when he saw a little yellow ally rushing about the base, but it was short lived, the Autobots were raiding the base and Cyclonus knew why, but the fighting was not enough to cover up the screams. Pitifully Cyclonus made weak attempts to shoot at Bumblebee his shots arcing wide and always missing, he pinned the blame on the attack happening before his weekly calibrations and his aiming system had not been tuned up properly. When the base near exploded in a flush of energy he took his escape, slipping away in the confusion he easily spotted Optimus Prime and Bumblebee. It broke his spark like a thousand raging Predacons to see the state Galvatron was in, pale, broken, tortured. Little chunks of energon practically growing through his armour. Bumblebee gave Cyclonus a pat on the shoulder, the seeker had ignored him and grabbed Galvatron’s hand. “Come with us” Bumblebee urged, “they’ll know” “Yes, in light of everything that’s happened you are fully welcome to our team” Optimus concurred. He couldn’t he knew he couldn’t. Cyclonus squeezed Galvatrons hand looking him in the optics once more before turning to Optimus. “I can’t and you know it, they’ll send everyone after him, I know not what they were doing to him but they will not let you take him. They will find you and your Ark and you will be destroyed.” Galvatron whined trying to get him to stay but Cyclonus squeezed his optics shut, knowing that if he looked into those pleading eyes he would crack. “They think I’m loyal again, I must go back, I must tell them false information, claim you went the opposite way. It won’t be much but it’ll give you time!” Galvatron struggled and weakly whined in Optimus’s arms he begged for Cyclonus to stay, the look on Optimus and Bee’s face told the same but they conceded they probably wouldn’t make it otherwise. Galvatron still tugged on Cyclonus’s hand, his broken vocal unit had been buzzing constantly with pleas this whole time. Cyclonus tried to pretend he wasn’t crying. He cupped Galvatrons helm and pressed their foreheads together. “Do not worry for me, I will find you again, nothing will stop me, I will flee as soon as I’ve lead them astray. We will be together again no matter what happens, nothing will stop me… because I love you” Unable to take looking at him one more time lest he fail, Optimus told him the location of the Ark’s launch site and Cyclonus flew away. He wiped his face and circled back to the base, he found a running group of cons and yelled to them that he saw a red figure moving off to the west and came for immediate back-up. Almost instantly everyone was flocking to the west side desperately searching for the fleeing Autobots but came back empty handed. It was not fun listening to Megatron’s wrath at losing his most “prized possession”. It made Cyclonus sick to hear those words used to describe another living being. He took part in the repair efforts and kept his head down, he had to wait for the perfect time to slip away. Except he didn’t, there was a sharp pain and then his systems went offline. Drugged up and chained up was all Cyclonus could comprehend the few vague moments of consciousness he managed told him as such. Blurred figures stood nearby, he could make out colours. Megatron and Shockwave were shuffling about. Words were distant too. “Drone… Spotted… Nowhere… Lied…” “Traitor…” “Location… Ark…” “Tell… NOW...” “Refused… “Cortical… Patch…” “Failure?…” “Emergency… memory… gone…” If he thought hard enough he could almost think of what they were saying but his vision was suddenly taken up by what looked like darkness. A blurry light began to shine and he realised Megatron had his cannon aimed point blank at his face. He registered a moment of pain before going offline again. When Cyclonus awoke again he was stood up and fully operational, sans one optic, but that didn’t matter, not like he always had two, did he? Cyclonus was his name right?. “Cyclonus” Megatron strode in front of him and memories seemed to click into place, he thought. “Yes my lord” He saluted in return to his glorious leader and master, yes this was right. “Ah good, how wonderful to see you’re… back online after the Autobots attacked” He mused, “I have a task for you, just to… check, you’re still in ‘the right frame of mind’” Megatron snapped his fingers and two nameless seekers brought a pair of femme’s in and threw them to the floor. One was small and had little horns on their head the other was tall and held her emotions better. Upon seeing him both of them seemed shocked and tears were falling down both their faces. “Cyclonus!?” Their voices echoed deep within Cyclonus’s core but he didn’t know why. “These two are traitors and are responsible for letting the Autobots in to our base” Megatron continued, ignoring protests from the two femmes, he then handed a gun to Cyclonus “You know what we do with traitors right? Execute them.” Cyclonus cocked the gun, and looked at the two kneeling prisoners. Traitors right? Execution? Not like he actually knew these two anyway. BLAM BLAM Energon was smeared up the walls as two quick shots took the femme’s out. Megatron was delighted and seemed ecstatic with the outcome. “Excellent! Excellent!” He praised rubbing his hands together, “You always were such a loyal and dependable soldier Cyclonus” Cyclonus merely nodded in gratitude at his leader’s praise. He was allowed to leave to his barracks, though he didn’t understand why Soundwave told Megatron his actions were “sick”. It was all alright. He excelled as a brutal and devastating force upon the Decepticon ranks and was soon allowed to head off to Earth in search of a vessel full of Autobots to be destroyed. Notes/Extras:

In reference to his Armada-self, Cyclonus has a loud distinctive cackle and is often unable to stop himself from laughing for a long time.

He is physically a tank, he’s exceptionally strong and can take many a hit that’d be dangerous for a normal bot. His engines are even strong enough to break out of a planet's atmosphere if enough energy is available. However, while he can build up an impressive speed it takes a while for him to get going and he traded maneuverability for it.

One of Shockwave’s drone’s saw that Cyclonus was never in the direction he claimed the Autobots to have gone and as such was giving false information.

When torture methods didn’t work in getting Cyclonus to spill the information he knew of they tried a cortical psychic patch to get to his memories but Cyclonus deleted and destroyed the memory of the Ark’s location in a desperate attempt to prevent them from knowing.

Megatron shot his eye out and his horns were clipped more for ‘symbolic’ reasons.

His entire memory was wiped, all he remembers is being a aerial gladiator and following Megatron, he knows nothing else.

He isn’t aware of it yet but Megatron made him kill his own parental/caretaker units as a test of loyalty.

When he finds Bumblebee on Earth his distinctive appearance triggers a memory in the Autobot scout who immediately calls him his “Horn bro”.

This is enough to give Cyclonus a tiny fragment of his old self back, enough to know that this little Autobot has/knows something important and needs to be kept alive/away from the rest of the Decepticons.

He follows Bumblebee and Windblade at a distance too nervous to go near; Windblade calls him “Bumblebee’s amnesiac puppy” for his odd behaviour.

Unfortunately Bumblebee doesn’t remember enough to be of more help other than knows he does trust this guy, for some reason, and there’s something important he’s forgetting.

#cyclonus #transformers #maccadam #cyberverse #transformers cyberverse #attempting art #Cyb AU

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yummyyume · 7 years ago

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SI-OC Fanfic Recs

So, it’s been a long time coming, but I finally got the time and energy to do this. What better way to start, but with one of my favorite guilty pleasures.

I listed them in the order that I read them.

This is a post in progress, though, so I’ll update it when I have a new one.

Naruto

Déjà vu no Jutsu by Vixen Tail. AO3 // FF.net

Take one dead, thirty year old career soldier, stick in the body of a child during the Second Great Shinobi War. Add a mini-Namikaze Minato, ninjas, chakra, tailed beasts, and shake well. Is it any wonder she thought she was insane?

It’s so good. I love everything about this fanfic. The characters, the world-building, the way emotions and trauma are treated. There are just no words strong enough to explain how much I love this one. I particularly enjoy the fact that the main character doesn’t accept reincarnation as perfectly normal and thinks she’s losing her mind. Also, there is an explanation about what exactly happened for her to be here and that’s awesome.

Clearing Mist by shadownumera. FF.net

I have the worst luck ever. First off, I die. Then I get reborn into the Naruto universe. Yay right? WRONG. Nobody ever said you get to be reborn into Konoha. Which makes finding out where I am in the story line that much harder. I don't know if I can change anything, or if the bloodbath is far behind me. One thing's official though. I'm screwed.

This one is more lighthearted, but still pretty amazing. It also diverges from most SI fanfic by the fact that the main character is reborn in Kiri.

108 Earthly Temptations by Vixen Tail. AO3 // FF.net

A character study into why the older generations of shinobi are harsher and less inclined to compromise. SI/OC Pre-Konoha, Warring States Period, Post-Founding. Currently up to the middle-end of the Second Great Shinobi World War.

I found this one slightly confusing at times, particularly in the beginning. Still a really good read.

The Yondaime's Assistant by DianaMoth. FF.net

When I reincarnated in the world of Naruto, I was lucky enough to live in Konoha but not lucky enough to get all the superpowers you could hope for. I failed my jounin-sensei test and ended up in the Genin Corps. Bye bye jounin rank but, considering it also meant avoiding the battlefield, that's fine with me. Now I just had to get a position allowing me to change History...

I love this one! It’s different from others because we mostly met the main character when she’s already an adult. There’s not long chapters dedicated to how much it sucks to be dead or to be stuck in a baby’s body. It’s refreshing. Also, the author didn’t shy away from Polyamory and it makes me really, really happy.

Guardian Angel of Trouble Twins by DianaMoth. FF.net

Reincarnating as a crow was nicer than you would think... until the Trouble Twins found the summoning scroll for the Karasu. Then they grew on her and she had to save their lives. How annoying. They better gave her lots of almonds or she'll elope with the ninken summoner!

It’s crack, honestly, and I can’t have enough! This one takes a completely different turn from regular SI fanfic and it’s so, so good.

Stamping on Butterflies by kjate95. FF.net

I had a feeling in the back of my mind as if something had changed that day. Had I looked around I would have noticed a shadow lurking in the trees and something change in said persons eyes with interest. I might have regretted revealing so much. But I didn't notice, and so I remained blissfully ignorant.

This one is about the Hyuuga and they are so mess up.

What Doesn't Kill You by Zbluez. FF.net

...Oh wait, it did.

That’s actually a perfect summary for this one and I love it. Also, more moral ambiguity and some sciency aspects that went over my head.

Dragonfly by peccolia. FF.net

Being reborn into the Uchiha clan in the same generation as Itachi promises nothing but a short-lived second life. But, hey—if I'm going to die with certainty, I might as well go out with a bang, right?

It’s not a happy ending and it makes me really sad, but at the same time I wouldn’t have it any other way. Before it goes to that though, it’s completely crackish.

True to Myself by flitterflutterfly. AO3 // FF.net

I never expected to die young, but if I had I would have probably thought something normal like a car accident. I wasn’t given a peaceful death though. Maybe the trauma I went through on that night, the same night as the Uchiha massacre, is the reason I found myself in the Naruto world. I was far from happy about any of it, but I’d always been a determined person and I learned to make the best of the situation.

This one is unfortunately abandoned, but it’s still awesome. I still recommend it, because it's a really good work with a character who didn’t have a peaceful death, some reflexion about identity, how the character deals with trauma...

Someday We'll Leave the Light On by petrichor. AO3

It is not a question of whether or not we pass the genin exam; it is a question of, Who will be on the team?

This one is almost a character study in some aspects. The author is playing with the writing style and it makes for a really flowing reading. Once you start, you just never want to stop, almost like you’re in a hurry and running with the characters.

Hear the Silence by EmptySurface. FF.net

"When did you start to remember?" He asked next, relaxing further in his seat, which Kyo found calming. In which another lease on life is a bit more complicated than Kyo had at first anticipated.

This one is really interesting. The world-building alone is wonderful. All the characters are well fleshed-out and it handles very well the reality of child soldiers, trauma and all those other nasty things that aren’t elaborated in Naruto, but we all know are there.

Katekyō Hitman Reborn!

Russian Roulette by Vixen Tail. AO3 // FF.net

No one ever said an SI gets a place in canon events, or that they would be ideally placed at all. How much would you recall if you had decades to go before anything in a long forgotten story comes to be?

At this point, you can just assume that Vixen Tail is awesome and all her works are worth a read.

Seiryū by petrichor. AO3

Reincarnation is not always a blessing. A butterfly beats its wings, and a hurricane forms halfway around the world. (Or, What would happen if Sawada Tsunayoshi had an older sibling figure to look up to and be tutored by years before a certain Sun Arcobaleno showed up in Namimori?)

The second half of the story is almost entirely in Reborn’s point of view (for now) and it’s a really amazing perspective.

Bolt from the Blue by Umei no Mai FF.net

Xanxus picks up his first Guardian very early; his father rather wishes he hadn't. Things change accordingly.

Umei no Mai is mainly known for her crossover HP-KHR Black Sky, but Bolt from the Blue is definitely my favorite.

Harry Potter

Triumphant, the Dreamer by Shadowblayze. AO3 // FF.net

Heather's not exactly sure how she got here, but if these people thought that they would be able to manipulate her little brother without a her raising hell about it, they were about to be unpleasantly surprised.

There aren’t a lot of SI-OC in the HP fandom. Or at least, I haven’t found a lot of them, but this one is worth everything. And the world-building is truly magical.

Percy Jackson

Eye of the Hurricane by Hanane EL Mokkadem. FF.net

Life as a demigod is short and brutal. Here's to hoping I don't die before I'm at least old enough to get laid.

This one is the first PJO SIOC I read and I still love it.

The Ocean’s Radiance by Madrigal-in-training. FF.net

She had idly daydreamed about being reincarnated into her favorite books before but Hikari Kurosawa, Daughter of Apollo, was never supposed to be a character there, was she?

Madrigal-in-training has really great ideas and I love reading her works. Ocean’s Radiance is one of my favorite. She stays in the PJO’s main universe with the Greek gods, but by making her OC half-Japanese, she also develops her headcanon about Japanese demigods and it’s really interesting. The fic is also humoristic and fluffy while staying serious. Hikari is full of resources and determined to stay alive and it’s just a really good read.

Dreamer by Dante Kreisler. FF.net

Ignoring the rebirth, I had a peaceful life. School, dyslexia, step-family, ADHD, and camp. Even when Percy Jackson entered Camp Half-Blood, nothing particularly exciting came into my life, but of course, I probably jinxed myself.

I loved fic that develops minor characters, or in this case minor gods. Like with Apollo’s gift of prophecies, a child of Hypnos can learn a lot through dreams and it’s wonderful.

#Fanfic recs #Naruto #SI-OC #Self-Insert #KHR #Reborn #Harry Potter #HP

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itbeajen · 8 years ago

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Chance Encounter | Tsukishima Kei | Tokyo Ghoul!AU

It had started as a fairly simple night. The Crows were prepared to feast once more. Of course, Anteiku was always open to them, but they could not deny the hints of blood that was whispering their names, luring them into it. Even if some of their group members were sympathizers of humans, they could not reject their nature and die just so humans can live. But for Tsukishima, none of that mattered, he already had an easy target in sight. They were in a new section of town, one in which it was emptied out of ghouls after the last raid by the Doves. It was supposed to be empty. The key word here is supposed. At this current time and situation, Tsukishima had been separated from the rest of his team. He instinctively knows that they will be fine. They'll always be fine. They've never lost a single member before to the Doves. And today wasn't going to be first day for that to happen. The cold wind cuts against his skin, as he can hear the shouts from the Doves below as his kagune wisps behind him in forms of wings. He deflects the bullets shot at him and he winces as one of them actually manages to graze his forearm. A slight click of his tongue was heard as he launches himself into the air. His speed was all at once too much for the Doves below him, allowing him to slip back into the shadows. He winces as he takes unsteady steps through the unknown alley. He shakes his head slowly to rip him away from his foggy thoughts, and the mere scent of an unguarded human caused him to whip his head upwards. He looks up, his eyes focusing on a distant human. His eyes flickered between red and gold and he willed himself to control his desires. After all, it was much easier to just lure an unknowing victim when he appeared to be like him. But he was surprised, the gasps that rips from your throat catches him offguard as he sees you run towards him. And he narrows his eyes, but he suddenly collapses, his breathing heavy and he can faintly hear you asking him if he's okay. But he's not. He doesn't remember, but he swears that the first thought that came across his mind was that your voice was beautiful.

"Oh! You're awake!" your voice was soft, yet firm enough for him to realize that no, he did not know you, or where he currently was. He shot up, his cold golden orbs striking through yours and you almost flinched. Instead, you gave him a soft smile and your name. He nods, and you ask, "And you are?" "None of your business, I appreciate you helping me the other night but-" "It's been a week." "Pardon?" Tsukishima's eyes widened in confusion. He's been unconscious for a week? You nodded and you asked, "Would you like anything to eat? It's been a while." "No, just..." he pauses, and he can smell the lingering scent in the air that was not you. "Just coffee please." "Sure!" He glances at his phone that was resting on the bed stand. You even charged it for him. He didn't know if he was upset at how trusting and naive you were, or if he was upset that he had actually gotten injured enough for him to be unconscious. But that also meant he hasn't eaten. And your scent was so tantalizing, so tempting, and it took everything in him to not succumb to his animalistic desires. He shakes his head as soon as you come back in and he asks, "Do you know... where this is?" "You're.. you're in Nerima, Tokyo," your voice wavered with concern at the blonde male's confusion. You see him visibly freeze and he mutters, "Glasses." "Uhm, they were shattered," you mumbled as you opened the drawer to the bed stand. In a small box you had the leftover pieces of his glasses and you see him furrow his brows in irritation and you quickly offer, "I can help you fix them!" He almost scoffs, almost, but instead doesn't even acknowledge your offer and you sigh, "Let me know if you need anything."

Tsukishima's fingers danced across the screen of his phone as he contacted his friends. They were no where near him. The fact that he had actually crossed the border was bad enough, but it seems as though he wasn't the only one. Many of the Crows had been separated, scattering throughout the wards after the ambush from the Doves. A part of him wanted to scream out in frustration at his situation and he sighs before glancing at the door. He gets out of the bed, his feet touching the floor, and again his natural state begged to emerge as soon as he smelled barely a waft of your scent when you passed his room. It has been several weeks since he was first found. He's not sure what it is, but he's refrained himself from doing anything to you. Every time he even senses you coming, whether it was due to your scent, or your voice; hell, even if it was simply making eye contact with you, an unfamiliar feeling coursed through his veins. Creating a different kind of lust fuel through him. His urge to consume you like he would to any other human was different. There was a different temptation that was carried by you. And for a ghoul like Tsukishima, it wasn't just frustrating; it was irritating. In all his years, he never thought he'd ever be so captivated by someone, and by a human to boot. You stepped into the room again, a simple coffee mug in your hand as you handed it over to him and he takes it slowly. His fingers barely graze yours, but the electricity that basically shocks his entire being makes his heart skip a beat every time. His golden eyes pierce through your warm hues and he softly mutters a thank you and averts his gaze, a faint tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. A kind and fleeting smile is directed towards him, and he feels his heart beat erratically until you leave the room again. You've learned not to pry into his past, not to ask him how he ended up so far away from where he was supposed to be. And he honestly didn't know what to do. Your hospitality was more than welcoming, and he was already adjusted to being by your side. Whether it was doing mundane tasks such as helping you clean the house or cooking. He places the coffee mug down, and he sighs. He's given you nothing more than his name, and he feels as though he owes you his entire life. Or perhaps, he wanted to dedicate the rest of his life to you, but he wasn't sure. And his brain and heart were in a constant internal war, creating and almost permanent frown on his face. He looks up again at the sound of your footsteps, and he waits patiently for you to appear. Your head pops up in the opening and you asked, "Would you like to come shopping with me?" He frowns, "Not like I eat anything you make anyways." You sigh and frown, "I know, but maybe I was just-" He merely shoots you an indifferent expression and you give up. Then you shake your head, "Would you like more coffee beans then?" "The usual please," he softly responds with a nod. And you smile, already expecting the same answer, and you nodded, "Okay." As soon as you left the house, Tsukishima hears his phone vibrate against the hard wooden table and he picks it up. "Kei! Are you okay?!" His brother's concern brings Tsukishima back to the reality of his current situation. And although he knows that what he's contemplating is self-destruction. He can't help but accept his already uncontrollable emotions. "Nii-chan," he calmly responds, "Yeah." "When do you plan on coming back?" Akiteru asks, and Tsukishima pauses. He could have left any time. He's had his fill of preying on the humans not too far from here, but something has grounded him here. Akiteru hears an exhale of breath, and a soft, "Soon." "You said that last week too, it's been almost a month. Have you even been eating properly?!" "Yes." "You.. you know you can't stay there. She's not one of us." "I know that," he responded, his tone harsher than he intended and Akiteru sighs, "Kei, I don't know what you're thinking of, but..." he pauses and Tsukishima interrupts, "I already know." It won't be safe for her if I stay here any longer.

"I'm home!" you call out as you slip out of your shoes and take off your coat and scarf. You pulled off the fluffy beanie that sat on your head and you frowned at the lack of response. Normally Tsukishima would at least be in his room, the light slipping through the cracks of the door showing that he was awake, and probably on his phone as usual. But there was no light. All the windows were tightly locked, as you had left them, but the eerie silence caused doubt and fear to grow in your heart as you went through every room. "Tsukishima-kun?" you softly called out as you went through each room. With each door leaving you with no result, the panic that had begun to settle in you spread as your eyes widened. He's gone. But it's not safe. Not with the new activities of the CCG and the ghouls. What if Tsukishima gets attacked by a ghoul?! You find yourself rushing back to the front door, and your small gloved hand resting on the handle. But what can I do even if I find him? What can I say to him? He was only going to stay temporarily so why- You hesitated. But the memories of this past month flashed back. You cannot doubt that, despite his silence and cold demeanor, the gentleness of his touch every time your fingers happened to graze his, how he would actually go out of his way to help you grab things that were out of reach, or even that one time when he made you dinner despite his claims that he never cooked before; all of it implied that there was something. But you guys were strangers. Strangers that have fallen in love with each other. You shake your head, resolving your determination to find him, or at least try to. You had noticed his phone was still sitting on the nightstand, meaning that maybe, just maybe he'd come back. With nothing more than your phone and keys, you dress up according to the weather and begin searching for him. To anyone else, you may look like you were on a simple walk, but to the false humans that blended into your society, you were easy prey. Unknown to you, sharp eyes were watching your petite form as you wandered further and further away from your sanctuary. A thin pink tongue swipes over their lips and they grin, "Dinner time."

"What do you mean you'll come back later?!" Yamaguchi asks in an almost hushed shout at the cafe they met up at. Tsukishima sighs, and doesn't respond. His thoughts and sense are filled to the brim of you and he feels his heart clench at the mere idea of leaving you forever. Yamaguchi's face drops and he softly mumbles, "Tsukki, you can't." "I know. We're not cut from the same cloth," he responds in an even softer voice. But despite knowing this, he wanted nothing more than to hold you to him, to claim you as his. And at the same time, he wishes he never met you, he wishes he was never lured in by you. He was sucked into an abysmal fake paradise that had no exit open for him. Yamaguchi frowns, "She won't be safe." "I know." "Will you be okay?" No. He wants to answer, but instead he nods his head. Another sigh escapes his lips, and his gaze drifts out towards the dark streets, with every interval or so dotted with a lamp. But his eyes widen and he almost jumps out of his seat when he catches what looked like your figure running across the dark street. He wasn't sure if it was you, but he swears that he could never mistaken those beautiful orbs to anyone else. But the fear that he swears he saw reflected in them and the figure chasing after you caused him to rush out of the building without any hesitation. "T-Tsukki!?" Yamaguchi calls out. The sudden action from his long time best friend surprises him as he stumbles to get out of his seat. He looks back at the table before slamming down a random amount of money and rushing out the door, chasing after his friend. He had nothing more than the footsteps in the snow to follow after, but the telltale scent of blood in the air made him will everything in him to not convert at that moment. He takes another whiff of the air before tracking down the location. If it's what he thinks it is, Tsukki would probably be there too.

Tsukishima had never sprinted this fast in his life. Or maybe he has, when he was escaping the Doves that one fateful night. But this time it was different, this time it was for you. A growl is ripped out of his throat at the mere thought of someone else trying to take you. But the smell of blood makes him speed up even more, surprising himself. He skids to a corner, and his eyes flash red as he sees you unconscious on the snowy alley, your figure crumpled, and parts of your clothes were torn off, littering the floor. Whatever injuries that were unseen on you tainted the air with your delicious scent. The pure white snow that cushioned you began to absorb your blood, the pale white turning a drastic red. Tsukishima clenched his fist, his once warm gold converting to the pitch black and ruby red that instilled fear into every human. His kagune spread out behind him, tearing apart the articles of clothing that adorned his back. Dark red pulsing wings folding out against him and then extended to their full wingspan. The ghoul standing before you was so consumed with hunger it didn't even notice Tsukishima, but the cry of agony and pain as Tsukishima begins to unmercifully eliminate it was all that was left of it after its ambush. He steps over the ghoul, casually tearing a piece off before swallowing it whole. Cannibalism was never his cup of tea, but for you, he'd endure it all for the sake of your life. He drops down to one knee, carefully picking you up, and the feeling of your warm blood on his hand makes his entire body shudder as he controls himself to not do anything. He merely holds you close, but as soon as he hears another pair of footsteps, his kagune immediately emerged again. A feral growl erupting from his throat as he turns to glare at the newcomer. One part of his kagune shielded him and you, the other prepared for another assault if necessary. But he stops at the sight of his best friend standing in front of him. "Tsukki, it's me!" Yamaguchi cries out. Tsukishima was cradling you protectively in his arms. His eyes narrowing as they slowly revert to the familiar pool of gold that would normally gaze at you softly. He reverts back to his human disguise and he feels a shiver go down his spine at the metallic scent of your fresh blood in the air. Yamaguchi swallows the lump in his throat, resisting the temptation to feast upon you. But as soon as he notices Tsukishima lowering his head, closing in on the junction between your neck and shoulder a strangled cry of, "Tsukki don't!" erupts from his lips, shocking the reality of the situation back to his best friend. Tsukishima freezes, realizing how close his mouth was to your neck. And instead he simply kisses the junction between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling you and holding you close to him. Yamaguchi doesn't say anything and turns away. The whisper of your name on his chapped lips and the tears that were shed that night were never to be spoken of again.

"You're awake," a low voice softly mumbles and your eyes groggily blink open. Liquid gold meets you and you softly manage, "Tsukishima-kun?" He helps you sit up, and passes you water. You struggle to drink it, and he gently cups your cheeks as he tilts the glass to your lips. After being hydrated, a soft whisper escapes your chapped lips, "What happened?" "You were attacked," he mumbles, and your eyes widened as your memory kicks back and you mutter, "By a ghoul?" He hesitates, and nods, and you softly mumbled, "Did you save me?" He flinches, but nods, and you immediately reach out for his hand. Although you still felt weak, your two hands cupped his one, reveling in his warmth and you softly mumbled, "I'm sorry." He shakes his head, and he had no words to say. He doesn't know whether it was the right decision, but he knows that he could not afford to let you experience such fear again. His thoughts were consumed of guilt and vengeance, as he wants nothing more than to protect you from such horrors again. With no words said to reassure you, instead you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, his figure engulfing yours and you squeak out, "Tsuki-" "I promise you... I'll protect you from now on," he mutters, his grip on you tightening. Despite how tantalizing and tempting you were, above all of his carnal desires, you were the person who had stolen and taken his heart away. And he'd do anything to keep you safe. Even if it was at the cost of his own life. Even if it was from himself. But even he didn't know that he'd be the reason the promise between the two of you breaks.

#jenbean writes #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #reader insert #hqlit #yamaguchi tadashi #tokyo ghoul au

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